Fantasy: Apprenticeship returns ten thousand times the cultivation base

Black air filled the air, eroded the void, and fell to his feet, lifting Ouyang Feng up.

He actually flew up, not the same as before, relying on lightness kung fu, borrowing strength on the branches and leaves.

Relying on another breath, he stayed in the air for a short time.

Instead, it really flew up, with its hands open, and its hair fluttering.

His eyes are like golden lamps, bursting out with blazing divine light, sweeping across the crowd, with unparalleled domineering aura.

"Old poison, you, you became a fairy. Didn't you become a demon?"

Zhou Botong was shocked, such a scene, soaring into the sky, flying, isn't it a sign of a fairy god?
The old poison was so badly injured, Huang Yaoshi's jade flute had been inserted into his chest, his blood was still flowing, but his breath was soaring.

Strength soars!

Not only did he not feel dying at all, on the contrary, it was even more terrifying.

Everyone was shocked and couldn't understand Ouyang Feng's current situation.

"what?"

Lu Yu stood aside, with two fawns lying on his shoulders, watching Ouyang Feng carefully.

Somewhat surprised, I have to say that Ouyang Feng surprised him once again.

The endless torment and pain not only did not crush him, but seemed to complete him.

In the successive battles, he turned the pain into motivation, relied on his strong will, and broke through continuously. He already had the meaning of transcending the ordinary and reaching the fairyland.

The fairyland here refers to the realm of cultivation, not the realm of immortals and gods.

But even so, it's amazing.

"Is it because of my poison?"

Lu Yu touched his chin, whispered to himself, and saw the clue.

If it's just ordinary strength and pain, no matter how determined Ouyang Feng's will is, it will be difficult to do so in the end.

The jade flute pierces the chest, and if you don't die, you will lose most of your combat power.

But with the poison he put down, it would be different, and there was a trace of his supernatural power in it.

Before, he added the power of life to the poison to teach Ouyang Feng a lesson.

This power of life enhanced Ouyang Feng's perception of the outside world, and he endured infinite pain.

At the same time, it can almost be regarded as solidifying his life, as long as he can bear it himself, as long as he doesn't bear the attack beyond his life force.
No matter how many injuries he suffered, he himself didn't want to die, and if he didn't want to die, he wouldn't die.

It wasn't a big deal, but Ouyang Feng was really talented, or in other words, he was too tolerant.

Enduring endless pain, still enjoying, and then using this trace of vitality to continuously improve.

Ouyang Feng has always had an obsession with being number one in the world. Now, if Lu Yu is not counted, he is already.

Flying high in the sky, Ouyang Feng laughed wildly as he felt his unprecedented strength.

He rushed to Huang Yaoshi, looked at Huang Rong, and stretched out his hand to grab it again.

Guo Jing flew back, his breath soared, and he struck out the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to stop Ouyang Feng.

The two fought, and after a few moves, Guo Jing fell into a disadvantage.

Zhou Botong looked left and right, hesitated for a moment, then rushed forward, besieging Ouyang Feng together with Guo Jing.

"Hahaha~" Ouyang Feng fought with the two of them, the palm wind roared, black smoke billowed everywhere, amidst the wild laughter, he didn't lose the slightest bit.

Even, as the battle continued, black smoke invaded the bodies of the two of them.

The black smoke was transformed by Ouyang Feng's Poison Art, it is extremely poisonous and penetrates everywhere.

The black smoke invaded and broke through the defense of the two people's internal strength. Slowly, a trace of black smoke appeared on the faces of the two people, and they were already poisoned.

The poison is very heavy, if you give them time to force the poison, it's nothing, you can force it out.

But now, the fighting is non-stop, how could Ouyang Feng give them time to force their poison.

The moves were faster and the movements were more fierce, instantly suppressing the two of them to attack wildly, they had no choice but to fight, but their strength, unknowingly, had become smaller and smaller.

"It can't go on like this, the old poison is too fierce, Brother Guo."

Boom, Zhou Botong yelled loudly with a punch and a palm.

"Hmm." Guo Jing's face was heavy, he used all his Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, his internal energy circulated, the air waves tumbling, his clothes grinning.

Ouyang Feng is really too strong, the fierceness of his moves, the strength is not inferior to him.

He didn't dare to take his palm head-on before, but now he is able to hit him head-on, and he is at a disadvantage.

"Blog each other with the hands I taught you"

"Okay." Hearing this, Guo Jing was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses.

Mutual hands-to-hand technique is a strange martial art created by the old naughty boy Zhou Botong.

What is important is to use one mind and two tasks, separate the hands, and each perform different martial arts.

One person acts as two people, and in an instant, one person is equivalent to doubling the combat power.

His own strongest kung fu is the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and he also has others, but when facing Ouyang Feng, only the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms can fight against the enemy.

As soon as he thought about it, he simply performed the same martial arts.

Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, with each hand performing different moves.

With one hand, the flying dragon is in the sky, and with the other hand, the dragon is in the wild.

The power of the palm roared, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms were fierce, one person acted as two people, the internal force rose violently, and instantly knocked back Ouyang Feng who was forcing him.

Guo Jing was excited, and continued to attack continuously, with both palms out, forcing towards Ouyang Feng.

This was the first time since they fought to force Ouyang Feng back.

The battle was still going on, although the two of them were besieged and gained the upper hand, but it was not that big, Ouyang Feng was still fighting with ease.

The gap is not very big, and this battle cannot be ended in a short time.

Lu Yu shook his head and walked aside.

At that place, Huang Yaoshi's face was like gold paper, his eyes were cloudy, he breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Huang Rong worriedly.

He knew that he was going to die, but he was not reconciled. The other things were fine, but he couldn't let go of Huang Rong.

Ouyang Feng didn't know what happened, it turned out like this.

But, now is not the time to pursue this.

Ouyang Feng wanted his daughter to marry Ouyang Ke, how could he agree?

He wanted to speak, wanted Huang Rong to escape, but he didn't have the energy to speak.

Huang Rong fell on Huang Yaoshi's body, weeping sadly, her voice became hoarse at the end of her life.

He didn't even hear Lu Yu's footsteps coming over.

"Silly girl, why are you crying? Aren't you still with me?" Lu Yu shook his head, squatted down, and rubbed Huang Rong's hair.

"Brother Lu, my father, my father is going to die." Huang Rong sobbed, unable to speak, and looked at Lu Yu with tears in her eyes.

She knew that Lu Yu was very powerful, but Huang Yaoshi's injuries were too serious and he was already dying.

No matter how strong Lu Yu was, it was impossible to save her father, so she cried even more sadly.

She also heard what Lu Yu said, but she didn't believe it, she just thought he was comforting herself.

"Xiaobai." After understanding Huang Rong's thoughts, Lu Yu smiled lightly, then drank in a low voice.

tata tao~
Hearing the call, Xiaobai, who had just run to an unknown place to play, suddenly bounced and walked over with brisk steps.

Huang Rong heard the movement, looked over, tears wet her cheeks, one after another, very pitiful.

When Xiaobai arrived, his little head immediately rubbed against Lu Yu's body, and there were still some green leaves around his mouth.

"You little greedy cat." Patting Xiao Bai on the head, Lu Yu cursed with a smile, and pointed at Huang Yaoshi: "You can't eat for free, it's time for you to pay back."