All Heavens: Yin Zhiping, a Demon with a Daoist Heart!

Chapter 85 The Four Absolutes Arrive Together

Ouyang Feng listened attentively.

The Nine Yin Manual is incredibly powerful; mastering it makes one the best in the world. The Five Greats even competed in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament to vie for the Nine Yin Manual.

He wondered to himself what kind of martial arts technique was so precious that Huang Yaoshi would exchange it for the Nine Yin Manual.

Ouyang Feng became suspicious and immediately asked, "What is your plan? Why don't you tell me?"

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Huang Yaoshi ignored him and asked Yin Zhiping, "That was just a joke. How about I help you repel the enemy, and then we can find a teahouse and exchange our martial arts skills?"

Yin Zhiping said, "If that's really the case, that would be excellent. But I'm afraid you don't truly want to exchange cultivation techniques with me, senior?"

Huang Yaoshi asked, "Then what do you suggest?"

Yin Zhiping said, "I had previously respected my senior and silently wrote down a scroll of scripture to give to him, but you have come to deceive me. I am truly disappointed."

Huang Yaoshi's expression was displeased: "Just tell me how to resolve this; there's still room for maneuver."

Yin Zhiping laughed and said, "Senior, there's no need to help me repel the enemy. Let me fight them off first, and then we'll make our own plans."

Huang Yaoshi said, "Alright."

At this moment, Ouyang Feng became even more curious, his heart burning with excitement, and he wanted to know even more what Yin Zhiping's divine skill was.

He asked, "Could it be that in the past ten years or so since you came to the Central Plains, another peerless martial arts technique has emerged? No wonder you, a young boy, are so skilled in martial arts at such a young age. Tell me the name of that technique, I want to hear it too."

Yin Zhiping looked at Ouyang Feng and said, "Do you want it?"

Ouyang Feng, a martial arts fanatic, immediately said, "If it's a divine skill, of course I want it. If you obediently give it to me, I won't kill you."

What a boastful tone.

Huang Yaoshi then said, "Brother Feng has probably been away from the Central Plains for a long time and is out of touch with the news. This young man can now defeat the old beggar and his martial arts surpass the Five Greats."

"Oh?" Ouyang Feng was surprised and frowned.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "The old beggar's martial arts skills are average, so it's not surprising that he could be defeated."

He thought to himself: This young man has already defeated Hong Qigong; his divine skill is indeed profound!

A fire ignited in his eyes.

Yin Zhiping laughed and said, "If Senior Ouyang wants my divine skill manual, then come and take it."

Ouyang Feng was confident that his martial arts skills had been perfected over the past ten years. Even if this young man had defeated Hong Qigong, he was still no match for him.

"good!"

As soon as he reached out, two young girls presented him with a thick, crooked black staff.

The thick staff seemed to be cast from steel, with a grinning human head at the top, revealing sharp, white teeth, making it look ferocious and eerie.

This is his weapon, the Ghost Head Serpent Staff.

Ouyang Feng accepted the Spirit Serpent Staff with a joyful expression and laughed, "Tonight is truly a wonderful time. I haven't fought in a long time, so I'm determined to have a good fight."

Huang Yaoshi then advised, "Brother Feng, your martial arts are probably inferior to his. You should retreat obediently to avoid having your power drained and being defeated by this young man, which would damage the reputation of the Western Poison."

"Oh?"

A cold glint flashed in Ouyang Feng's eyes, revealing his greed.

A divine skill that can absorb the power of others?

Wonderful, wonderful!

If one could obtain this divine skill and absorb the internal energy of others, wouldn't it be easy to become invincible?

Ouyang Feng was overjoyed and looked at Yin Zhiping as if he were looking at a glittering treasure.

He said, "It's alright, Brother Yao. I'd like to experience this young man's skill."

He lowered his body and prepared to storm upstairs to attack Yin Zhiping.

Just then.

Whoosh-!

A silver needle flew over and struck Ouyang Feng squarely in the face.

Ouyang Feng used his iron staff to deflect the attack and looked up.

Two more people were fighting in the attic beside him.

A man dressed in tattered clothes but clean, looking like a beggar, carried a vermilion gourd on his back and had a green jade stick inserted at his waist.

The other person wore a monk's robe and had an ancient face. His right eyebrow had a long, drooping hair, but his left eyebrow had been neatly shaved off.

Ouyang Feng stopped in his tracks, looked at the two of them, and his eyes turned slightly cold.

"Old beggar, it's been years. Why are you resorting to sneak attacks now?"

Those two were none other than Hong Qigong and Master Yideng.

The commotion on the street was so great that it attracted many onlookers from the martial arts world, who all kept their distance and watched with various expressions.

The arrival of people from all sides filled them with astonishment.

"That old beggar must be Hong Qigong, the leader of the Beggars' Sect!"

"It's him! The one next to him is Emperor Duan of the Southern Kingdom, now known as Master Yideng!"

"hiss----"

"Four of the Five Greats have arrived. Apart from the late Master Chongyang, the four most skilled martial artists in the world are now with us!"

"Don't forget that swordsman in blue! These people all came for him!"

Discussions arose, gradually grew louder, and attracted even more people.

Ouyang Feng glared at Hong Qigong.

Hong Qigong shouted, "Old Poisoner, I'm saving you! If you had rushed in like that, he would have sucked your flesh dry and drained all your power. You should be thanking me!"

Ouyang Feng was even more surprised, thinking to himself that the old beggar would never boast, and this young man really did have some skills.

But he said aloud, "You old beggar, you were defeated by him and you're afraid. You don't know that my skill has reached its peak and is ten times greater than yours!"

"Ha!" Hong Qigong scoffed, "Old Poison Master, you really don't know how to brag. Back then, your Toad Style Kung Fu was broken by Master Chongyang's finger, and you fled to the Western Regions for more than ten years. Now you're putting on an act again?"

Ouyang Feng, feeling somewhat embarrassed, snapped, "Old beggar, don't be so arrogant! Dare to come down and exchange a few blows with me before spouting nonsense?"

Hong Qigong crossed his arms and said, "Alas, there's nothing I can do. If my skills were as good as before, I could beat you like a dog. It's just a pity that Yin Zhiping absorbed seven or eight years of my internal energy, and now my martial arts are far from what they used to be!"

"Hmm?" Ouyang Feng frowned, his heart filled with even greater shock.

Did he absorb Hong Qigong's power for seven or eight years?

Is it really that terrifying?

If one could obtain this divine skill and absorb the power of Huang Yaoshi, Old Beggar, and Master Yideng, who in the martial arts world could rival them?

The fire in Ouyang Feng's heart burned brighter and brighter.

At this moment, Master Yideng said to Yin Zhiping, "Layman Yin, it's been three months. How have you been?"

Yin Zhiping bowed respectfully: "I'm perfectly fine, but I don't know why you've come after me again. Are you still worried about me, afraid that I'll continue to indiscriminately kill innocent people?"

Yideng said, "As I travel along the way, I have not heard any news of you killing anyone, so I know that you have reformed and your evil spirits have been completely dispelled."

Yin Zhiping asked, "Then why did you come here to make a fool of yourself? Even if all four of you came at once, what could you do?"

Master Yideng said, "No, no, I just want to resolve this conflict today, so that you all don't fight each other and cause resentment in Layman Yin's heart."

Yin Zhiping chuckled, "Then you should tell them."

Hong Qigong then said, "This little bastard of the Jurchens has come to our Great Song Dynasty. Of course, we will make sure he never leaves. But don't be arrogant. We will also send you back to the Quanzhen Temple."

Yin Zhiping raised an eyebrow: "Just you guys?"

Hong Qigong laughed and said, "No, with them!"

The words fell.

Suddenly, a voice was heard reciting loudly from afar on the street: "I've lived in this humble abode for decades."

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