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Fan Yiweng thought to himself: "You and I have fought dozens of moves, and it is always a draw. If you want to win within three moves, hum, that's a dream." He shouted angrily: "Look at the move!" He slashed out his right palm and attacked Yang Guo.

Yang Guo and Fan Yiweng fought for a long time and had long recognized that Fan Yiweng's palm technique was the magical skill of iron palm that Fang Zhixing once mentioned. On that day, Fang Zhixing perfected the iron palm at the top of Huashan Mountain. After knowing that his skills were more powerful, he focused on teaching the iron palm and described the origin of this set of palm techniques. Yang Guojian saw that the iron palm used by Fan Yiweng was quite similar to what he learned, so he naturally knew the other party's kung fu origin.

However, Fan Yiweng's palm technique was strong and his beard was gentle. With the combination of hardness and softness, there was no flaw. After Yang Guo became familiar with the Nine Swords of Dugu, he was used to finding the opponent's flaws to win, but he was unable to win for a while. Until he saw Fan Yiweng shaking his head, he remembered that his beard would be shaking his head and his head would be right first, and his beard would be slapped first, and his head would be lowered first. By deduction, he knew where the opponent's flaws were, and he decided to cut his beard with three moves.

Seeing the opponent's palm technique hit, Yang Guo's left hand was slanted and his right sword stabbed out, hitting the opponent's left forehead. He was tall and his sword technique came from top to bottom when he hit the enemy's head and face. Fan Yiweng turned his head and dodged, but unexpectedly, Yang Guo's left palm fell down and slashed his right forehead. The chopping force was fierce, and Fan Yiweng hurriedly turned his head and avoided the left. The enemy was attacking quickly, and he was extremely quick and his beard was swung up. Yang Guo's soft sword had already guarded the right side, shaking slightly, and had broken his beard more than a foot. These few strokes were not much or less, just three moves.

Fan Yiweng was stunned and saw that his beard that had been left with half his life fell to the ground. He was sad and angry, and he snatched the steel rod in his hand. He shouted angrily: "If you don't fight to the death today, don't think of going out." Yang Guo smiled and said, "I don't want to go out!" Fan Yiweng swept the steel rod and hit his waist.

Seeing this, Gongsun Lue'e couldn't help but shout, "Mr. Yang, you are not as powerful as my senior brother. Why do you have to fight again?" As he spoke, he wanted to persuade Yang Guo to leave.

Seeing that her daughter repeatedly defended outsiders, Gongsun Zhi became more angry and glared at her. She looked worried and anxious. When he looked at Cheng Ying again, he saw that she looked calm and did not linger with Yang Guo's safety. He immediately turned anger into joy and thought to himself: "It turns out that she is not ruthless to this kid, otherwise why wouldn't he mind when he sees him in danger?" But Cheng Ying knew that Yang Guo's wise plan was above Fan Yiweng, and his sword skills were rare in the world. When the two fought each other, he won and did not lose, so he would never worry.

Fan Yiweng gritted his teeth at Yang Guo, added three points of strength to his hand, and launched the 9981-way water-splashing stick technique. He hit Yang Guo hard. The stick technique is called "splashing water", which means that it will not be poured in, which shows that his tricks are strict.

However, this set of staff technique seemed powerful, but it was not enough for Yang Guo. He watched Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng fight against the sticks and sticks at the top of Huashan Mountain, and he received guidance from Fang Zhixing. He was actually the most skillful in how to break the stick technique. After a few moves, he had already seen the flaws of Fan Yiweng's staff technique and stabbed his wrist.

Fan Yiweng had a sword in his wrist, and his hand was loosened, and the steel stick could no longer be held, and then he came out. Seeing this, he couldn't help but be stunned. He took a deep breath, calmed down. He turned around and knelt down at the master. He bowed a few times, kowtowed four times, and rushed towards the stone pillar without saying a word. He saw that Yang Guo's few tricks were far beyond his reach. He knew that he could never beat the other party in this life. He remembered that the master was humiliated and wanted to show his ambitions with death.

The audience was shocked when they saw this. They never expected that he would commit suicide when he was frustrated by martial arts. Gongsun Zhi shouted: "Oh!" He jumped out of the table and reached out to grab his vest, but the distance was far apart. Fan Yiweng's collision was extremely rapid, but he grabbed it in vain.

Fan Yiweng jumped into the pillar and used ten thousand strength. Suddenly, he felt that the point where his forehead touched was soft. He raised his head and saw Yang Guo stretching out his palms, standing in front of the pillar, and saying, "Brother Fan, what is the victory or defeat in the martial arts competition? I have defeated people many times in my life. If I were like you every time, wouldn't I have died long ago?" He saw Fan Yiweng kneeling to his master, and knew that the other party would do something extraordinary and was fully alert. Seeing that the other party hit the pillar, he was in his head and used his palm to block his collision, saving his life in the impossible.

Fan Yiweng was stunned when he heard this. Before he could figure it out, he heard Gongsun Zhi sternly say: "Yiweng, if you have such stupid thoughts again, it means not following the teacher's order. You stand aside and see that you are dealing with this kid." Fan Yiweng dared not disobey his teacher's orders, so he stepped back to the side of the hall and stared at Yang Guo. He didn't understand whether he was resentful to him? Anger? Or was he grateful and admired?

Seeing that Yang Guosheng was so relaxed, Gongsun Zhi couldn't figure out his background. He thought for a moment, and hit him three times, shouting, "Take this kid down." The green-shirted disciples on both sides agreed in unison. Sixteen people stood in all directions. Suddenly, each four of them held a fishing net and unfolded it at the same time, surrounding Yang Guo. Seeing his daughter Gongsun Lu'e wink at Yang Guolian, his head shook slightly, and signaled him to go out as soon as possible. Gongsun Zhi thought to himself: "Girls are outgoing. Everyone must do their best in this fishing net array. If someone doesn't do their best, there will be loopholes." He shouted, "Eer, you go back and rest! Fourteenth, you come and serve Senior Sister Lu'e!" A 14-5-year-old boy responded and took over Gongsun Lu'e's position.

Seeing that the fishing net formation was strange and could not cope for the moment, Yang Guo had to perform his light skills and wanted to escape from the siege as soon as possible. Seeing this, Gongsun Zhi hit the siege three times in a row. Sixteen green-shirted disciples crossed their positions and narrowed the encirclement circle by a few steps. Four fishing nets were horizontal or vertical, flat or oblique, constantly changing. Each fishing net was about a foot square. After the net holder hid in the net, he must first attack the disciples of the net, but as long as he approached, he would inevitably be captured by the fishing net first, and he had no way to start.

The sixteen people were getting closer and closer. Yang Guo ran around the hall, swaying and swiftly, making it difficult for the other party to determine the direction of his attack. He wandered around, but the sixteen disciples did not follow him, but only gradually narrowed the circle. Yang Guo ran under his feet, looking for the flaws of the formation in his eyes. Seeing that although the fishing nets were rotating very quickly, the junctions of the four networks always overlapped with each other without any gaps.

Yang Guo saw that the fishing net formation was unpredictable and extremely difficult to resist. The essence of the formation and the Tiangang Beidou formation of the Quanzhen Sect have their own advantages. He thought to himself: "If I look carefully, I might find the flaws. But after a long time, I might be surrounded by these people and I can't move. Moreover, I want to save Miss Cheng and Miss Lu, so it is inconvenient to delay it. It is better to break the formation as soon as possible!" Thinking of this, the Ziwei soft sword in his hand swung several times in all directions, brushed a few swords, and cut the fishing nets around him.

Ziwei's soft sword is extremely sharp, how can this fishing net be used? But after a few swords, the fishing nets held by the sixteen people were broken and no longer in shape. And the sixteen disciples were also shocked and were taken out of the siege by Yang Guo. Seeing everyone's shock, he felt ashamed in his heart: "Master often said not to rely on the advantages of weapons. Today is forced to do so, can this be done in the future."

Gongsun Zhiwan didn't expect that the soft sword in Yang Guo's hand was so sharp. In just a few strokes, he had cut off the carefully rubbed rope in the valley. He was very angry, but he knew that even if these disciples were together, they could not deal with Yang Guo. Seeing Cheng Ying's face on the side, he seemed to be happy that Yang Guo easily broke his formation, and he felt even more jealous. He turned his head to say to his daughter, "Get my weapon."

Seeing that Gongsun Lue'er hesitated, Gongsun Zhi sternly said, "Didn't you hear it?" Gongsun Zhi Lue'er's face turned pale and had to respond, "Yes!" He turned into the inner hall.

Gongsun Zhi wanted to fight with Yang Guo with weapons, but Yang Guo was unwilling to delay. He raised his long sword and said, "I am just to take away two old friends, so I would like to ask the valley master to fulfill it." Seeing that the strangeness in the valley was unpredictable, he wanted to solve it as soon as possible.

"Boy, if you want to rely on the benefits of weapons to play wild in Jueqing Valley, you underestimate me. Do you dare to compete with me with weapons or compete with palm skills?" Gongsun Zhi was pointed at by Yang Guo with a sword, and his expression was still moving, and he shouted loudly. Seeing that Yang Guo's sword was sharp and his sword skills were really exquisite, he wanted to subdue the other party with his palms. He practiced the magical skills of iron palms, and his palms were not afraid of ordinary swords, but when facing the sword held by Yang Guo, he was unable to match it, in order to incite Yang Guo to give up the sword and use his fists and feet to fight the enemy.

Gongsun Zhi's abacus was very good, but Yang Guo was not a fool. When he heard what Gongsun Zhi said, he already understood the other party's plan. However, when he thought of the iron palm skill used by Fan Yiweng just now, he felt itchy. He put away his soft sword and smiled and said, "Okay! I will learn about your iron palm skill and see if it is as powerful as the rumors." His skills have been progressing rapidly in the past few months, and his palm skills have also improved greatly. When he remembered that the iron palm he used was transformed from the iron palm skill, he wanted to compete with the other party.

Cheng Ying was shocked when she heard this. She knew that Gongsun Zhi had a deep skill, far better than Yang Guo. Moreover, Yang Guo was good at swordsmanship, but he had never seen him use fist and foot skills, so she was naturally quite worried and wanted to stop Yang Guo.

Unexpectedly, Gongsun Zhi saw that her face was worried, and he was even more convinced that Yang Guo's palm technique was far lower than that of the sword technique. Without delaying it, he took a step forward and shouted: "Let's take action!" As he said that, he also winked at Fan Yiweng, asking him to watch Cheng Ying so that she would not cause trouble.

Yang Guo was cautious and saw Gongsun Zhi's eyebrows rising higher and higher. Later, his eyes and eyebrows seemed to stand upright. He didn't know which sect's powerful martial arts were. Since he came out of the world, he often used sword skills to fight against enemies. Now, facing this palm technique, he really dared not neglect at all.

Gongsun Zhi walked slowly around Yang Guo, and Yang Guo also turned his head slowly, his eyes still dared not leave his eyes, knowing that the later he did not take action, the more sharp he took action. Seeing that he raised his hands forward three times, his palms slapped together, and a clanging sound, it was like a striking attack between gold and iron, and his heart was even more shocked. He knew that this person had actually reached an extremely high level of practice in both palm techniques. (To be continued)

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