Chapter 71: The Dragon Cult Master with smoke coming from his orifices

"Of course we will take him to Mongolia with our ancestors and pay homage to the Seventh Prince." Hong Antong said with a slight smile.

Noticing the somewhat agitated look on the Blood Knife Ancestor's face, Wei Xiaobao felt anxious and shouted quickly: "Ancestor, please don't believe his words. I fell in love with this old turtle's wife. This old turtle keeps trying to skin me and cramp me... …"

Wei Xiaobao did not dare to say that Hong Antong coveted the Forty-Two Chapter Sutra in his possession. If he told it, there was no guarantee that the Blood Sword Ancestor would not become greedy. In desperation, he quickly made up a lie to make the Blood Knife Ancestor believe that Hong Antong had a deep hatred for him and wanted to cut him into pieces...

The greatest hatred in the world is the hatred of killing his father, the hatred of taking his wife, killing his father... Considering the age difference between Hong Antong and himself, the ancestor of Blood Knife is not a fool; so he had to use the hatred of taking his wife.

Hong Antong was so angry that he was shaking all over: "Bastard, how can you, a scoundrel like you, get within three feet of my wife?"

"Old turtle, you don't even look at yourself in the mirror. You are already so big and have white hair, and you have married such a charming young wife. Do you still have the ability to satisfy her? She has nothing to eat at home, so of course she goes outside. We're here to find food, and all your men are afraid of you, but I'm not afraid!" Wei Xiaobao's words hit the target of the biggest pain in Hong Antong's heart, and he was so angry that his hair and hair all bulged, and his fingers clacked together.

Wei Xiaobao knew that if he didn't let the Blood Knife Ancestor completely believe that the two of them were incompatible with each other today, he was afraid that all his previous efforts would be in vain. Although he was a little scared looking at Hong Antong's ferocious appearance, he still gritted his teeth and continued to add jealousy: "Not only am I close to Hong Antong, Madam's body can still enter her body." As he spoke, he shrugged his waist obscenely and licked his lips, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, Mrs. Hong's delicate body is really white and smooth, her needs are so great. Ah~"

"I'll kill you little beast!" Hong Antong couldn't bear it anymore and punched him.

Thinking of Mrs. Hong's charming and coquettish appearance, Wei Xiaobao became more and more excited as he scolded him. Unexpectedly, Hong Antong turned around and came just a few feet away. Looking at Shabo's big fist, Wei Xiaobao was frightened. I couldn't move my legs.

The Blood Knife Ancestor's dream of becoming a Marquis and Prime Minister still relies on Wei Xiaobao, so how can he watch him die? He had been holding the blood knife in his hand to guard against it. At the moment of lightning and flint, the knife flashed and Hong Antong had to retreat a few feet away.

"Ancestor Blood Knife, this little beast has insulted me too much. Do you really want to help him?" Hong Antong waited for Patriarch Blood Knife fiercely.

"Why is Master Hong so angry? The pure will themselves purify themselves..." The Blood Knife Ancestor thought in his heart: He has long heard of Mrs. Hong's reputation. Hong Antong's age is inhumane at first glance. Could it be that he is really Mrs. Hong? The loneliness is unbearable... Hehe, Wei Xiaobao's taste is somewhat similar to that of his ancestor. I will also go to Shenlong Island as a guest someday to learn about Mrs. Hong's style.

Noticing the wretched look on the Blood Knife Ancestor's face, and thinking of his reputation for lasciviousness and humiliation of women, Hong Antong was furious: "Since you are going to stand up for this little beast, don't blame me for being rude."

"Hey, Leader Hong, don't forget, this kid was requested by the Seventh Prince. If you kill him and the Seventh Prince finds out, do you understand what the consequences will be?" The Blood Knife Ancestor sneered.

"Hmph, if I kill you together, no one will know about it?" Hong Antong was extremely angry at this time and had already made murderous intentions.

"Ancestor, my Blood Knife is not just for display." The Blood Knife Ancestor smiled dryly and gently scratched his bald head with the Blood Knife. This was exactly the starting position of the Blood Knife Sutra, which was both offensive and defensive.

Hong Antong stopped talking and stretched out his palms like two soft snakes to attack him from left to right.

"Bone-turning Cotton Palm!" The Blood Knife Ancestor was secretly alert and swung his sword to meet him.

After a dozen moves, the two separated again. The Blood Knife Ancestor moved his numb wrist, knowing that the opponent's internal strength and martial arts attainments were higher than his, but he had no cowardice at all, "If a life-and-death fight was really that simple, then everyone would just decide the winner based on their internal strength. It's a good thing, and I'll give you a spanking." Thinking of this, the blood knife ancestor's fighting spirit became more and more intense.

Hong Antong was also very surprised. The last time he fought in the Golden Snake Camp in Shandong, he found out that his martial arts were slightly inferior to his own. At that time, he thought that if Sang Jie didn't stop him, if he continued to fight, the opponent would definitely not be his opponent. This time I fought so many moves with real swords and guns, the opponent is really not easy!

After all, Hong Antong is a master. His previous anger gradually calmed down, and he was able to teach Wei Xiaobao according to his aptitude in a single thought, and designed a tailor-made "Three Heroic Moves" for Wei Xiaobao. His martial arts realm has already surpassed that of ordinary masters.

When he got used to the chaotic fighting style of the ancestor of the blood knife, he slowly began to gain the advantage. After dozens of moves, he was already confident that he could take the opponent's life, but he was worried about paying a high price, so he kept exhausting himself.

"Oops, I didn't expect this old ghost to be so powerful. If I continue to fight, I'm afraid my life will be here." The blood knife ancestor knew himself, so he decided to leave.

"Hmph! If I can't get this kid, you can't catch him either." The Blood Knife Ancestor shouted coldly, jumped out of the battle circle and struck Wei Xiaobao with his sword.

Hong Antong wished that Wei Xiaobao would be skinned and cramped, and if he didn't bring him back to Shenlong Island and let the colorful dragon slowly torture him to death, how could he relieve his hatred, how could he let him die so cheaply.

He quickly attacked the blood knife ancestor's vest, with the plan of besieging Wei and saving Zhao, but decades of combat experience made him realize that there was a fraud, so he secretly reserved some energy to guard against the sudden counterattack of the blood knife ancestor.

He didn't know that what the blood knife ancestor was waiting for was his staying power, he calculated that Hong Antong would not watch him chop Wei Xiaobao to death, and he also knew that the other party would definitely guard against him, so after seeing his staying power, he turned the blade and slashed straight at the stones on the ground. The force of the counter-shock accelerated and fled away.

Hong Antong didn't know that the other party was trying to escape with all his strength. He could only helplessly watch the figure of the ancestor of the blood knife disappear into the wilderness, and frowned, thinking that he would run away and offend the Seventh Prince of Mongolia.

But thinking of another hateful person, Hong Antong turned around and looked at Wei Xiaobao with a half-smile: "Bai Longshi, you are very good, how do you think I will deal with you?"

"Master Hong's Wencheng Wude, immortal blessings will last forever, and his life will be as long as the heavens... Your lord has a lot, so just treat me as a fart and let me go." Wei Xiaobao didn't expect the ancestor of the blood knife to be so useless. He forced himself over, trembling with fear, and couldn't help but retreat.

"Whoosh!" There was a sharp piercing sound, Hong An listened to it for eight minutes, and quickly tumbling on the spot, dodging the oncoming object, before he had time to catch his breath, his face suddenly changed, his feet moved, and he jumped several times. Ten feet away.

Withdrawing the wooden sword that was shot, Song Qingshu said with a long laugh: "Master Hong has a good memory, he remembered that my wooden sword will go and come back so quickly."

"Oh, my dear brother too!" Seeing Song Qingshu appear, Wei Xiaobao felt like crying, and hurriedly ran behind him, thinking that his life was finally saved.

"Aren't you tied up in the big camp?" Hong Antong's face was cloudy and uncertain. Just now, he had used up a lot of true energy in his fight with the ancestor of the blood knife.

"You broke your promise and seriously injured Yuan Chengzhi. He let me go after you in a rage." Song Qingshu said nonsense, thinking that it would be good for Yuan Chengzhi to make more enemies. It would be a good deal for him if he didn't kill him just now. .

"Your Excellency punched the old man hard before, and Sangjie made a big handprint. In just a day or two, I'm afraid the recovery will be limited." Hong Antong is very confident in his fist, even if the half-human, half-immortal Wudang Zhang Sanfeng hit him with all his strength. One punch can cost half of one's life, but the other party's calm demeanor is probably just an act.

"Master Hong, you can come and give it a try." Song Qingshu didn't care and stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation.

Hong Antong narrowed his eyes, poked with his toes, and shot a stone towards Wei Xiaobao like a sharp arrow. Without any hesitation, he flashed his body and struck Song Qingshu with his palm.

Song Qingshu was startled, secretly admiring that the opponent had experienced many battles and could grasp the opportunity so well. He stretched out his wooden sword and used his Tai Chi sword intention to make a big circle, easily changing the direction of the pebbles and letting them go. It was reflected back to Hong Antong, who was flying over, at double the speed.

Hong Antong didn't know that the other party had such a skill. It was too late to avoid him now.

With a pop, a pebble hit his left chest. Hong Antong quickly flew back, threw out a handful of poisonous snakes, and took the opportunity to escape far away.

Song Qingshu pushed forward with both palms and used the 'Shocking Hundred Miles' technique of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, shocking the poisonous snake to death in mid-air.

"Brother Song, that old turtle has escaped, why don't you hurry up and chase him?" Wei Xiaobao looked into the distance anxiously. He scolded Hong Antong so harshly today. If Hong Antong doesn't die, he will really have trouble sleeping and eating.

"Hong Antong has great martial arts skills, how can it be so easy to kill him." Song Qingshu shook his head, but he was thinking in his heart: He was not wholeheartedly seeking refuge with the Qing court. If Hong Antong died, the Dragon Sect would definitely fall apart. Wouldn't it be that Kangxi was benefited in vain? Song Qingshu would never do this kind of painstaking effort to marry others.

Putting aside the matter of Hong Antong, Song Qingshu began to recall the Tai Chi Sword Intent he had just shown. Song Qingshu is the chief disciple of the Wudang Sect. He has seen his uncles practice Tai Chi swords before. Just now, he had an idea and accidentally used a little bit of Tai Chi swords. Unfortunately, Song Qingshu used to practice Tai Chi swords. Qing Shu remembers too little, so now he can only see the scale and half of the Tai Chi Sword.

"Brother Song, it's all thanks to you that I escaped with my life this time. After returning to the capital, I'll treat you to drinking wine for three days and three nights, and recruit all the most popular girls in the capital to accompany you..." If I say Before Wei Xiaobao was still lying to Song Qingshu, but now he is grateful to Song Qingshu from the bottom of his heart.

"I hope that the famous prostitutes in the capital are as beautiful as Miss Youyou."

"of course!"

...

The two chatted happily and headed north.

"Dalunming King?" After the two contacted the Duolong army, they couldn't help exclaiming when they saw the leader of the Daerfan monk.