Chapter 223: Qiankun Great Shift
“I am Ouyang Feng.”
A voice like grinding blunt weapons echoed, and Zhou Yan clearly saw the mockery in the eyes of Ouyang Ke, Helian Chuncheng, Ni Mo Xing, and others.
Yang Kang also watched Zhou Yan and Yanbo Diaosou with great interest.
There were too many unpredictable things, such as meeting Qiu Qianchi at the Xiangyang wharf. Encountering Ouyang Feng, Yang Kang, and others at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion. Or Yanbo Diaosou calling Ouyang Feng an old man.
But when Zhou Yan thought about it, everything seemed reasonable.
Qiu Qianchi said Yang Kang and the others had not arrived, and that they had fallen out with Qiu Qianren and fled while on their way to the Valley of Unfeeling. Yang Kang and the others rushed from Kaifeng Prefecture to offer congratulations, so they should be around Xiangyang at this time.
Qiu Qianren in Jiangnan, Ouyang Feng in Jiangbei.
They had met them all.
Yanbo Diaosou had not expected that the old man he spoke of was the famous Ouyang Feng, and that the other party had answered so mockingly.
To fight was no different from seeking death. To leave, how could they escape?
Ouyang Feng’s desire to kill Zhou Yan never diminished. On Zhongnan Mountain, Hong Qigong had told Ouyang Feng not to underestimate the young, implying a warning.
If Ouyang Feng were to attack Zhou Yan, Hong Qigong could also deal with Ouyang Ke.
So, in a moment of thought, Ouyang Feng had an idea. Zhou Yan and his companions were only three people. If they were all killed, no trace would be left, and there would be no need to worry about the old beggar. Moreover, the old man had spoken carelessly. If he killed him, Zhou Yan would surely try to save him and then be killed in turn. Even if the old beggar found out later, he would have an explanation. Why worry about not having a reason to accuse someone?
Thinking this, Ouyang Feng looked at Yanbo Diaosou and smiled sinisterly, “Why aren’t you speaking anymore?”
Yanbo Diaosou did not reply to Ouyang Feng, but asked Zhou Yan, “What should we do?”
“Run!”
Zhou Yan uttered the word “run.” Liang Xiaowu, holding the Profound Iron Heavy Spear, turned and leaped towards the window, while Yanbo Diaosou retreated rapidly.
Ouyang Feng sneered, “Where do you think you’re going, old man?”
As he spoke, with a “click,” he exploded forward, channeling the Internal Energy of the Toad Stance and pushing forward with both palms. This push, due to Ouyang Feng having cultivated the “Yijin Forging Bone Chapter” of the Nine Yin Manual, was far more powerful than when Zhou Yan encountered the Western Venom at Huayan Temple in Datong Prefecture and the other party used the Toad Stance.
In a flash, Ouyang Feng’s palm force surged like a tidal wave, so fast that Zhou Yan could not make any extra movements and could only pour all his strength into blocking this palm strike.
Zhou Yan roared, stepped forward, and with a move called “Shocking a Hundred Miles,” pushed forward with both hands.
“Boom!”
Zhou Yan felt that when he directly blocked Qiu Qianren’s iron palm, the palm force was like a surging tide. Ouyang Feng’s palm force, however, was like a river bursting its banks, a torrent of tens of thousands of gallons rushing down, with no room for retreat, an unstoppable impact.
Zhou Yan’s palms only blocked for a moment before his body was sent flying backward through the air, crashing into the wall with a bang, the wooden planks creaking under the strain.
“Click,” Ouyang Feng crouched again, and the Toad Stance palm force, covering a radius of about ten feet around Zhou Yan, pushed forward once more.
He couldn’t let Ouyang Feng calmly gather his Toad Stance Internal Force, or he wouldn’t be able to withstand many palm strikes.
As Zhou Yan thought this, he saw the wooden floor beneath Ouyang Feng’s feet crack with a “snap,” and a golden fishhook wrapped around the other’s ankle.
Ouyang Feng was greatly startled and suddenly floated back several feet.
The golden fishhook whizzed down through the gap in the cracked wooden floor.
Zhou Yan’s body suddenly tensed like a drawn bow, and his Internal Force surged out along the Foot Taiyang Bladder Meridian and the Hand Taiyang Small Intestine Meridian, through the numerous Major Acupoints in the main meridians.
His body trembled, and with a “bang,” the wall he was pressed against shattered into pieces. He broke through the building and flew out for ten feet. In his field of vision, Ouyang Feng’s figure grew larger again like a ferocious beast.
Suddenly, a figure shot across from a private room on the north side of the second floor, blocking Ouyang Feng.
“I will have the honor of learning from the Western Venom’s high skills.”
As the person spoke, he struck out with his right palm.
Zhang Sanqiang? Zhou Yan, falling towards the long street, looked at the burly figure with a tiger-backed and bear-waisted build and suddenly realized.
The one who took Ouyang Feng’s Toad Stance strike for Zhou Yan was precisely the Ming Cult Leader Zhang Sanqiang, the “Demon King Zhang” in the eyes of the Lin’an Prefecture court.
The two palms met, and an irresistible Internal Force surged in. Zhang Sanqiang retreated two steps, the wooden floor beneath his feet shattering with each step.
“Take another palm.”
Ouyang Feng paused slightly, and with a “click,” his palm force, unstoppable like an avalanche, descended upon Zhang Sanqiang again. With two sharp “bangs,” Zhang Sanqiang blocked Ouyang Feng’s palm with one hand and struck the wall behind him with the other.
With a loud “boom,” half the wall of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion shattered. Zhang Sanqiang’s figure suddenly dropped towards the private room on the north side and reached for his spear.
“Huh?”
Ouyang Feng was surprised.
The other party had taken two of his Toad Stance strikes head-on, clearly using an extremely exquisite shifting force cultivation technique, yet this technique was unheard of and unseen.
“Let’s see how many more palms you can take.” Ouyang Ke lunged at Zhang Sanqiang.
Is this the Qiankun Great Shift? Zhou Yan looked at the blasted-open wall, Zhang Sanqiang unharmed as he swept towards the side of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, thinking in surprise.
“Go, meet at the usual place.” Zhang Sanqiang said to Zhou Yan from inside the building. The Fine Iron Great Spear was freed from its spear bag, its shaft whizzing rapidly, like a dragon crossing the river, thrusting towards Ouyang Feng.
Ouyang Feng did not dare to underestimate him. He channeled his Internal Energy into his sleeves, which were originally soft and flowing but became as hard as iron plates the moment the great spear struck.
In the dust and smoke, dense sounds like the clanging of metal erupted. Zhang Sanqiang’s great spear was struck so hard that its tip plunged into the floor. Ouyang Feng wielded his iron sleeves in an agile advance, but as Zhang Sanqiang pulled back, the Fine Iron Great Spear bent like a bow and arrow, its tip leaping upwards like a giant python, aiming for Ouyang Feng’s abdomen.
“Good spear techniques!” Ouyang Feng roared, his iron sleeves swinging like a storm, and everything around them began to shatter with their movements.
As the Ming Cult Leader Zhang Sanqiang and the Western Venom clashed within the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, the Hejian Three Heroes, Helian Chuncheng, Ni Mo Xing, and others who had come with Yang Kang drew their weapons and used their Lightness Skills to pursue Zhou Yan.
“Spear, take the spear.”
Liang Xiaowu threw the Profound Iron Heavy Spear over. Zhou Yan reached out to catch it, and a roar came from behind, “Where do you think you’re going?”
The second of the Hejian Three Heroes was met by Zhou Yan’s Swift Wind Returning Snow turn. His long spear seemed to disappear for a moment, then its sharpness bloomed within the opponent’s sight.
It was a Returning Spear move that even Zhang Sanqiang would have marveled at.
The second of the Hejian Three Heroes was pierced through the chest by the great spear. Zhou Yan pulled out his spear, and the opponent fell from the air, hitting the ground with a thud, blood gushing from his chest.
Helian Chuncheng glanced down. Just as he was about to order someone to use hidden weapons, something flashed in his vision. He retreated in a panic, and a bloodline streaked from his forehead.
Unless there was a significant gap in cultivation, even an opponent with slightly superior martial arts would find it difficult to avoid being tricked by his golden hook when facing Yanbo Diaosou.
“Use hidden weapons.” Helian Chuncheng wiped the blood from his face and said fiercely.
In an instant, Bone Piercing Nails, Flying Knives, and Iron Caltrops rained down like tiles being struck by hail. The eldest and third of the Hejian Three Heroes, along with Ni Mo Xing, leaped down from the building. Zhou Yan wielded his great spear so tightly that nothing could penetrate it, deflecting the incoming hidden weapons. He thrust forward with both hands, then swung the great spear left and right like a mad dragon’s tail. With more than ten “clanging” sounds, the eldest and third of the Hejian Three Heroes, along with their sabers, were sent flying, crashing into the stone lions on either side of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion’s entrance.
Zhou Yan advanced rapidly, his spear tip sinking downwards. From beneath the airborne body of the eldest of the Hejian Three Heroes, he unleashed “Three Steps Eighteen Spears.” The Profound Iron Heavy Spear and Ni Mo Xing’s iron snake short whip collided rapidly and fiercely. Then Zhou Yan swept his spear horizontally, and the spear body solidly struck Ni Mo Xing, sending him flying into the wine house.
Zhou Yan turned and dragged his spear away. Only then did the landing sounds of the eldest and third of the Hejian Three Heroes come from behind. Blood flowed from the corners of their mouths, and they didn’t even have the strength to struggle.
Ouyang Ke, standing on the second floor, was filled with shock.
He had learned peerless martial arts from his uncle and practiced diligently, greatly increasing his Internal Force. How could this brat seem to have improved even faster than him?
It made no sense.
The sound of hooves thundered. Liang Xiaowu arrived at a gallop with the horse. Zhou Yan and Yanbo Diaosou leaped onto the horse’s back. The fine horse spread its four hooves and galloped away, kicking up dust.
