Wei Canglong, an elder of the Iron Clothes Sect, is also over a hundred years old now. He and Ji Hong are considered old acquaintances.

  The two of them, one was the leader of the Black Armor Army of the Guiyuan Sect and the other was an elder of the Iron Clothes Gate. They were about the same age. As people get older, they tend to become more childish, 'old children' indeed. This saying is not unreasonable. Neither of them would concede to the other, in terms of strength, they were almost evenly matched.

  Wei Canglong had once been ranked on the "Di Bang" list, but Ji Hong hadn't, which made Wei Canglong often feel that he could surpass his old opponent by a head.

  Now, Ji Hong's eyes made Wei Canglong feel a wave of annoyance in his heart: "You think that with the emergence of a young Tian Qing in Yuan Zong, you're proud? Hmph, rumors say that Tian Qing defeated Meng Tian, who knows what really happened! Maybe he even used despicable means."

  Wei Canglong looked down at Feng Wuxue and said with concern, "Wuxue, there are many experts in the world, losing once is not a big deal, just win again next time!"

  As expected, Feng Wuxue is the future master of Tieli Men. Of course, Tieli Men will cultivate him well.

  "Master Uncle! I, Wu Xue, understand that Yan Tie's swordsmanship is indeed formidable. I lost with a willing heart and mouth! However...!" Feng Wu Xue gazed into the distance at the youth wearing a short shirt and bare feet, his expression cold and detached, and said firmly, "Three years! Within three years, I will definitely surpass him!"

  Wei Canglong's face showed a satisfied smile.

  "Master Shu Zu, you said that between Lü Qing Shan and Sima Feng, who will win?" Feng Wu Xue asked, his eyes darting towards the distance, where a robust old man with white temples was walking towards the center of the empty space dozens of feet away. The old man wore a cyan robe and carried a heavy black sword on his back.

  Wei Canglong sneered, "Sima Feng, although he's just the master of a small sect, is over 80 years old and has been practicing swordsmanship for more than 60 or 70 years. Even if you're invincible, it's still hard to win against Sima Feng. Teng Qingshan? Just watch!"

  ……

  The black night, torches were lit one by one, illuminating the surroundings in a crimson glow.

  Thousands of martial artists formed a circle of dozens of feet, each one excited to the extreme. In the center of the empty space of dozens of feet, there was only one person - that blue-robed old man. The blue-robed old man boomed: "Teng Qing Shan, isn't it you? Are you afraid?" As he spoke, his gaze pierced sharply at Teng Qing Shan not far away.

  "Teng Qing Shan! Are you scared?"

  "Come out quickly, Teng Qing Shan!"

  Among thousands of warriors, a shout rose, too many people, and it was unknown who shouted. Those warriors were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, shouting in that place.

  "Hmph ~~" Teng Qing Shan ignored the surrounding shouts and focused on connecting the two gun handles of the Wheel Gun.

  "Simafei, you're also an old veteran now. I'll get the troops ready, can't wait any longer?" Teng Qing Shan's voice echoed through the night sky as he strode towards the center of the empty grounds. As soon as Teng Qing Shan walked out, a cheer erupted from among the thousands of warriors present.

  Teng Qing Shan versus Sima Feng!

  It's a pleasure to watch masters of this level fight each other.

  "Haha, Teng Qing Shan, let's not waste words! Let our actions speak for themselves!" Sima Feng drew out the black heavy sword from behind his back.

  Clang!

  The heavy sword was unsheathed, and a metallic shockwave echoed through the air. With one hand grasping the black heavy sword, Sima Feng's face turned solemn. In an instant, his entire demeanor merged with the sword, making him seem like an immovable mountain that no one could shake.

  "Ah!"

  Holding his gun with one hand, Teng Qing Shan smiled as he gazed at Sima Feng in the distance.

  ……

  "That Sima Feng, his swordsmanship is unmatched, his aura is overwhelming. The master of this school is indeed a high-ranking expert." The barefoot youth 'Yan Tie' watched the battle from within the crowd, "However, that Tuo Qing Shan looks ordinary, I don't sense anything special about him. Hmm, let's wait and see, if he can defeat Meng Tian with his own strength. Then this match against Sima Feng will be very exciting."

  ……

  "Governor, thrash that old fellow soundly!" Du Hong shouted.

  "Green Mountain, let him know your prowess." Teng Qinghu also excitedly shouted out loud, a group of people from Guiyuan Sect had arrived early and were all cheering for Teng Qingshan. As for that General Guan, he was coldly staring at the impending battle.

  ……

  Among so many warriors, there are also many masters. One by one, they watched seriously, and suddenly thousands of people became silent.

  Simafei's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, holding a heavy sword with one hand, step by step towards the green mountain.

  With every step, Sima Feng's momentum was rising.

  "Brother, take a closer look, the true meaning of 'adding fuel to the fire' and 'plucking chestnuts from the flames'!" Teng Qing Shan suddenly said in a loud voice. As soon as he spoke, it caused a commotion around him. What was Teng Qing Shan trying to do? In this great battle, did he still want to use this opportunity to teach his brother?

  "Beat him, Qing Shan!" Teng Qinghu's voice rang out.

  In the empty space, Sima Feng was not affected by Tan Qing's words.

  Simafei was three zhang away from Teng Qing Mountain when he suddenly kicked off, and his accumulated momentum burst out in an instant. He seemed like a fierce tiger pouncing on Teng Qing Mountain. The black heavy sword emitted a strange sharp whistle, as if ghosts and gods were screaming. The heavy sword fell towards the top of Teng Qing Mountain's head in an instant.

  "Clang!"

  Silently, the wheel-turning gun in Teng Qing Shan's hand was like a poisonous needle, silently and suddenly shooting out with incredible speed and minimal noise, leaving Sima Feng no time to react.

  Liu Huo Wu Shi - Fire in the midst of taking chestnuts!

  ……

  "Huh? Teng Qing Shan has actually reached the 'entering subtlety' realm?" Wu Yue, who was originally holding a roasted rabbit meat in one hand and watching the battle with a carefree attitude, was shocked after seeing that spear thrust. He stared intently at Teng Qing Shan, "Not bad, it's indeed the entering subtlety realm! His internal energy control has reached a smooth and effortless level, without any waste. However... what level has he actually reached in this entering subtlety realm? I need to take a closer look! But at such a young age, he should have just barely reached the entering subtlety realm."

  Wu Yue's mouth was still eating roasted rabbit meat, but his eyes were completely fixed on the two figures in the empty field.

  ……

  Entering the micro-boundary, even in the entire nine states, there are extremely few people who can reach this level among the acquired martial artists. The reason why martial artists are so formidable is that they have internal energy within their bodies. And being able to control the internal energy with perfect roundness and intentionality, like an arm extending and retracting, without any waste, one can use the internal energy to control weapons and launch extremely precise attacks.

  This is subtle!

  This represents a control over internal energy!

  Teng Qing Shan? Teng Qing Shan has not reached the 'entering subtlety' realm in terms of internal energy! His use of internal energy is very rough! However, he is currently using gun techniques and not internal energy. He is using physical muscle strength. Teng Qing Shan's control over his body's power can be said to have reached its peak.

  Muscles, tendons, bones, and even the flow of qi and blood, Teng Qing Shan can control them all.

  Absolute control!

  ……

  He took the "fire in the middle of the plum" move, and the heavy sword was not biased towards one side. However, Sima Feng's body turned around, borrowing the rotating force, and the heavy sword in his hand followed the trend with a slanting slash.

  Boom!

  The heavy sword once again brought forth a strange and sharp whistling sound.

  Teng Qing Shan's Reincarnation Spear shot out like a venomous snake, bursting forth in an instant. The moment it collided with the heavy sword, Teng Qing Shan's strength exploded, causing the spear shaft to bend slightly before his force changed again in an instant, accumulating energy at the next level.

  Boom!

  The head of Hong Qingshan's gun suddenly bounced back.

  "Boom!" The long spear's spearhead smashed down on the heavy sword at close range.

  Simafei felt a numbness in his hand and involuntarily retreated three steps, staring at Teng Qing Shan in shock. Then he burst out laughing: "Great marksmanship! You said two moves earlier, one was 'taking chestnuts from the fire' and the other was 'adding oil to the fire'. That just now was adding oil to the fire, right? The explosive power that erupted in an instant left me unprepared."

  "This is just the beginning!" Teng Qing Shan smiled and kicked off with one foot.

  Wow!

  The whole person was like an arrow off the string, rushing towards Sima Feng, the long spear in his hand transformed into a black lightning bolt, stabbing towards Sima Feng's chest.

  "Clang!" Sima Feng struck again with a single slash, and loudly shouted, "Collapse Mountain Nine Swords!"

  "Haha......"

  Teng Qing Shan burst out laughing, and with a single "Fire in the midst of lotus" from his Wheel of Reincarnation spear, it was as if the scorpion's poisonous stinger had lightly pricked, causing the heavy sword to change direction, affecting Sima Feng's "Collapse Mountain Nine Swords". Afterwards, Teng Qing Shan followed up with a powerful "Adding fuel to the fire".

  ……

  Only on the empty field, Sima Feng's sword intent became more and more frantic, his whole person was no longer calm as before, but became somewhat frenzied, his face even started to turn red.

  Because...

  Heng Qing Shan surprisingly used the two moves 'Plucking Chestnuts from the Fire' and 'Pouring Oil on the Fire' to completely bind him.

  Simafei himself didn't move very fast, but only saw Teng Qing Shan's agile movements at the foot of the mountain, freely displaying his gun techniques around Sima Fei. Teng Qing Shan's "Fire in the midst of plums" was like a poisonous snake biting someone, while the "Fire on the oil" that would instantly burst with powerful gunheads was like a poisonous dragon.

  Sometimes fierce and violent, sometimes sinister and mysterious.

  "This feeling...” Teng Qing Shan crossed the two moves, while constantly responding to Sima Feng, and actually felt the yin-yang interchange of "Three Body Style" at that time. “These two moves should be like this!” In Teng Qing Shan's hands, the two gun moves slowly changed.

  Plunging into fire to pick chestnuts makes one even more gentle and delicate.

  Adding fuel to the fire, becoming increasingly fierce and violent.

  Two moves connected as if made in heaven, gradually, 'fire in the chestnut' was deployed halfway, and suddenly changed to 'pouring oil on fire'.

  Soft and fierce two moods can switch instantly.

  Simafei was like a madman, he was almost driven crazy: "What kind of ghostly gun technique is this? One moment it's soft and powerless, the next it's fiercely explosive!" Sima felt that as he swung his heavy sword, Teng Qing Shan had originally thought to use the "Fire in the midst of taking chestnuts" move, and he was already prepared to release his power and continue attacking.

  Suddenly, yin and yang alternate, and a gentle move becomes fierce and violent.

  Simafei was naturally injured in the unexpected attack.

  ……

  These two moves, in the hands of Xun Qing Shan, have come alive and can almost be said to have merged into one move. It made Sima Feng feel so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood, a kind of awkward feeling that he had never encountered before.

  "Clang!"

  Simafei's heavy sword flew out of his hand, a shadowy gun struck him, and the sound of shattering bones was heard. Simafei's entire body was thrown into the air.

  ……

  Among the thousands of warriors, there was an old man with silver hair and a gray robe, his eyes gleaming like a venomous snake as he stared at Teng Qing Shan: "This aura... The last time that old fellow Wei Wu Jue chased me down, his aura was very similar to this move! This young man's aura is still quite vague, not as good as Wei Wu Jue, but he's only seventeen! Should I kill him and let the Guiyuan Sect lose this genius, or should I take him in and make him my disciple?"

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