Seeing this scene before him, Xiao Yao was a little dumbfounded.

Looking at the Tai Chi picture still spinning under Hong Feisheng's feet, Xiao Yao took a deep breath.

Could it be that there is Tai Chi in the world of Lingwu?

It's really getting more and more interesting.

When Hong Feisheng was still fighting Ye Tingchao before, Xiao Yao had already discovered that all of Hong Feisheng's moves had the shadow of Tai Chi, such as moving flowers and trees, leveraging strength to overcome rigidity, and combining strength and flexibility.

It's just that at that time, he hadn't dared to think about Tai Chi.

After all, he is not a master in this area, he was only suspicious before, but now after seeing the Taiji diagram, he immediately realized it.

This is definitely Tai Chi!

This really gave Xiao Yao an eye-opening feeling.

Can Tai Chi be like this too? Before on the earth, even the special effects produced by the computer were not so cool to look at!

Wu Wutong, Liu Chengfeng, and Qing Chan were completely silly.

"I only knew that Chief Hong Dao was so good before, but I didn't expect him to be so good!" Wu Wutong said dumbfounded.

Liu Chengfeng also expressed emotion again and again: "Yes, when I think of knowing such a master, I feel so excited that I want to cry, mother, if I go back, I have to make a big splash and be able to be friends with such a person. I am afraid it is a blessing that many people can't cultivate in eight lifetimes!"

The smile on Xiao Yao's face looked a bit bitter.

"Before, I was thinking about whether I could make my strength even better by watching the battle. Now it seems that it is a bit difficult. Hong Daochang didn't give me preaching and gaining karma at all, he simply hit me in this way! Of course! , Ye Tingchao is still the focus of the attack..."

Yang Qingchan covered her mouth and chuckled softly, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Yao, you can, I believe you will become a master like Hong Daochang in the future!"

Xiao Yao just laughed, and did not speak.

Wu Wutong was a little uncomfortable listening, and he snorted coldly and said, "Who said that? Xiao Yao wouldn't have such a great ability!"

After saying this, she regretted it a little. By the way, she glanced at the expression on Xiao Yao's face. Seeing that he was not very angry, she was relieved, and she secretly said that if you can't speak, don't speak, obviously not. Thinking like this, but you just have to say so, isn't this idle and nothing to do?

It’s just that now the words have already been spoken, and it’s useless to regret it. After all, what you say is like splashed water, and it’s hard to get over it. She doesn’t really think Xiao Yao can’t reach that height, she just wants to refute Yang. What Qing Chan said was nothing more than a subconscious behavior, otherwise Wu Wutong would not regret it after saying it.

At this time the battle has reached a white-hot stage.

Ye Tingchao tried his best to resist Hong Feisheng's impact on him, but the effect was minimal.

Hong Feisheng set out a big game. Perhaps, when he agreed to play against Ye Tingchao, the first chess piece had already fallen. Now a battle of trapped beasts has formed. As a caged beast, Ye Tingchao’s There is only one thought in my mind, and that is to break the game in the shortest time anyway, no matter what method is used!

Ye Tingchao thought a lot in his mind, and Hong Feisheng thought a lot.

No matter how much force Ye Tingchao uses, how much power he uses, he will feel like a small insect sticking to the spider web. Now, Hong Feisheng, the spider that has been waiting for a long time, is approaching him step by step. ...

This kind of oppression made Ye Tingchao feel breathless.

His chest was like a big rock being pressed, and the whole chest seemed to explode.

"Break it for me!" Ye Tingchao's body flew out like a bullet with a loud shout.

Flew towards Hong Feisheng.

Hong Feisheng was still calm and composed.

Maybe you want Hong Feisheng to show that kind of extremely surprised or panic expression, which is much harder than killing him.

After all, Hong Feisheng is not only practicing Immortal Dao, but also his state of mind.

When Hong Feisheng took a step forward, the speed of the rotation of the Tai Chi diagram under his feet also increased a lot.

One white and one black, two rainbow lights, converged into a python, intertwined, wound from head to tail, and finally converged into a mirror, blocking Ye Tingchao's fist outside.

Suddenly, the light pattern burst, like a stone thrown into the calm water surface, the light pattern rippling everywhere, spreading around from the center point.

A hand flicked out of it and slapped Ye Tingchao's body severely.

With this palm, Ye Tingchao returned to the front of the Pavilion.

His body slammed into the ground, causing a deep hole to appear in the soft mud.

Hong Feisheng stood on the edge of the pit with his hands behind his back, still looking calm and calm.

"He is still the chief Hong Dao at this time, and he has the most master style." Wu Wutong said earnestly.

Xiao Yao and others nodded immediately and agreed.

Finally, after about a stick of incense, Ye Tingchao crawled out of the pit.

Now he doesn't even have the strength to fly out.

Ye Tingchao, who stood in front of Hong Feisheng, was pale at this time, his face was covered with mud, and his body was even more rags, as if the beggar gang had come out of the world, not to mention the stains on his face. So dirty, let alone on the body?

Those people in the gate of the sky are already sinking like water at this time.

Ye Tingchao is their pride.

In other words, it is their signboard to step on the sky.

Every year, many people send their children to Tatianmen. When they think of their children being able to enter Tatianmen and become immortal figures, parents are very proud of them. Many people came up to say hello, saying all kinds of nice things, saying that their child was the next Ye Tingchao, the next Qingyang City Lord.

But now, Ye Tingchao has become like this.

Who can believe it?

Who wants to believe?

Ye Tingchao stood in front of Hong Feisheng, his feet were not moved next, like an old tree taking root.

His chest was still undulating, and although he was exhausted, the look in his eyes looking at Hong Feisheng was still quite scary.

"You lost." Hong Feisheng was not afraid at all, his tone still calm.

Ye Tingchao's clenched fists slowly let go.

Then, a wry smile appeared on his face.

"I lost." Ye Tingchao said.

Hong Feisheng turned his back and walked in the direction of Xiao Yao and others.

"Wait a minute!" Ye Tingchao said suddenly.

Hong Feisheng turned around and looked at him with cold eyes.

If Ye Tingchao intends to continue to pester him, he doesn't mind killing Ye Tingchao directly!

He has a good temper, but a good temper does not mean he has no bottom line.

The better the temper, the more terrifying it is. When he gets angry, it is thunder anger.

On the contrary, the kind that kills one and the other every day, and the crematorium burns so many people every day, which one is he killed?

Xiao Yao knew this truth long ago.

Ye Tingchao didn't make another move, but took a box out of his pocket and threw it over.

Hong Feisheng stretched out his hand to catch it, didn't even look at it, and threw it directly to Xiao Yao.

After Xiao Yao took the box, he knew that this was probably the water dragon spirit pill that Ye Tingchao had promised before.

Well, it seems that Ye Tingchao's credit is quite good.

He didn’t even think about opening the box to check it. On the one hand, it’s because of a character like Ye Tingchao, he really doesn’t put a water dragon spirit pill too much in his eyes, on the other hand, it’s because he can feel it. The dragon's breath surging in the wooden box.

Ye Tingchao fixedly looked at Hong Feisheng, and said with a wry smile: "With your strength, at least you can rank in the top three of the top ten masters."

Hong Feisheng laughed and shook his head: "I don't know."

"Xu Kuangge is no longer there. If you and Xu Suguan are practicing, even the Xuanyuan Jiuzhong of the Great Qin Dynasty, I'm afraid it's not the opponent of the two of you, right?" Ye Tingchao continued.

Hong Feisheng still shook his head: "I don't know."

Ye Tingchao always felt that Hong Feisheng didn't know, but he knew everything in his heart.

"Forget it, this is your business, and it has nothing to do with me." Ye Tingchao said with a wry smile.

Hong Feisheng thought for a while, and said, "Am I a knot in your heart?"

Ye Tingchao nodded.

He has no way to deny this.

In the previous battle, he realized how powerful Hong Feisheng was.

It also made him understand how big the gap between himself and Hong Feisheng was.

"Actually, I also have my heart knot!" Hong Feisheng smiled.

Ye Tingchao couldn't believe it.

With Hong Feisheng's mentality, will there be any knots?

This is simply a big joke.

Hong Feisheng didn't speak, just turned his face and looked in one direction.

Watched for a long time.

Ye Tingchao didn't understand, but he also left with the people who stepped on Tianmen.

Ten minutes passed, Hong Feisheng still stood still, looking in a certain direction, like a statue.

Xiao Yao and the others just stood in the distance and watched quietly, watching, no one leaned forward to make a joke.

Wu Wutong and Liu Chengfeng had discussed it before. When the battle was over and Ye Tingchao and the others left dingy, they must immediately rush up to flatter Hong Feisheng and lift him to the sky. But now that they have won the final victory, Ming Ming Ye Ting Chao is crushed by Hong Feisheng, but they are reluctant to get in there. I don't know why, as long as they have such thoughts, they will feel that their hearts are full of depression and pain. , Can't tell the truth.

Who told Hong Feisheng to look at the south?

Who told-Taohua Island is in the south?

Who let-there is a girl named Liuzhezhi on Peach Blossom Island?

"Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Taohua Temple under Peach Blossom Fairy, Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees, plucked peach blossoms in exchange for wine..." Xiao Yao suddenly muttered.

Suddenly, Hong Feisheng turned his face, looked at Xiao Yao, and rushed forward with interest.

He grabbed Xiao Yao's arm and said excitedly, "Give me this poem?"

Xiao Yao was taken aback by Hong Feisheng's movements and nodded subconsciously.

"Haha! Good, good! When I get to Peach Blossom Island, I want to be a gentle poet!" Hong Feisheng was happy, walking forward with his hands on his back, humming a small song on his mouth.

The expression of hesitation before was swept away.