Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Chu Hongliu's face was beaming with joy.

He stood up triumphantly from his seat and walked to the front of his own camp.

"Hahaha! You all saw it!"

"The throne of the Golden Serpent King belongs to the most capable!"

"Now that Mr. Ouyang is in charge, I, Chu Hongliu, would like to see who dares to challenge me!"

He was saying this to several people on the mountain, and his small eyes kept glancing towards Xia Qingqing and Wangwu Mountain.

The provocative intent is self-evident.

Xia Qingqing's face was pale as she supported the injured He Tieshou, trembling with anger.

Situ Bolei's face was ashen.

He never imagined that Ouyang Feng was invited out of seclusion by that reckless Chu Hongliu.

How can we even argue like this?

What can we use to fight for it?

His gaze unconsciously fell in the direction of Qin Han, and only a last hope remained in his eyes.

The atmosphere in Qin Han's viewing area was completely out of place with the tense and solemn atmosphere of the entire martial arts arena.

Dong Tianbao, carrying the Dragon-Slaying Saber, curled his lip.

"That old poisoner, he was beaten like a stray dog ​​by my brother last night, but today he's showing off his power here."

Zhang Junbao didn't speak, but calmly looked at the stage.

Wang Yuyan tugged at Qin Han's sleeve with some concern.

"Qin Lang, this Ouyang Feng..."

"It's alright." Qin Han patted the back of her hand to reassure her.

He picked up his teacup and even took a sip. In his eyes, the Western Poison Master standing on the stage was no different from a monkey show performer.

Ah Zi, however, was not so calm.

Her big eyes sparkled with excitement, as if she wanted to stir up trouble, and she kept whispering in Qin Han's ear.

"Brother-in-law! Look at that smug face of that guy surnamed Chu, I really want to slap him!"

"And that old poisoner, what's with the act of being all high and mighty! He ran faster than anyone else last night!"

Qin Han glanced at her sideways.

"Why don't you go up and show us?"

"Ahem, I, I'll pass..." Azi replied awkwardly.

Those cunning eyes darted around, and a wicked idea popped into their heads.

On the stage, Ouyang Feng's gaze seemed to drift towards Qin Han's seat.

Just then, a clear, crisp girl's voice rang out.

"Hey! That old poisoner on stage!"

All eyes were drawn to it.

In Qin Han's seat, the little girl in purple was standing with her hands on her hips, pointing at Ouyang Feng on the stage.

It was indeed Azi.

"What are you looking at? I'm talking to you!"

"Have you forgotten how my brother-in-law beat you up and made you run around last night?"

As soon as A Zi uttered those two words, the once quiet martial arts arena instantly erupted into chaos, the noise almost lifting the clouds overhead.

Only a few people knew about it last night, and they didn't dare to spread rumors because of Ouyang Feng's status.

What? Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, was beaten up last night?

And they were beaten and had to run around everywhere?

The person who hit him was the young man who had been sitting and drinking tea.

Countless gazes, a mixture of shock, doubt, and disbelief, swept back and forth between Qin Han and Ouyang Feng.

Chu Hongliu's smile froze.

He turned to look at Ouyang Feng, hoping to see disdain on his face.

However, all he saw was a face that was ashen and black.

An undisguised, intense killing intent, so strong it was almost tangible, erupted from Ouyang Feng.

"You little beast, you're asking for it!!"

Ouyang Feng let out a loud shout.

With a flicker, he vanished from the platform, becoming a brownish-yellow afterimage, heading straight for Qin Han's seat.

Chu Hongliu's expression changed drastically; it wasn't that he hadn't received information about Ye Wudao.

Because the other party neither helps Xia Qingqing nor the Wangwu Sect, and there are no recommendations from major factions to participate, they can only be considered neutral.

If Ouyang Feng were to make a move...

"Mr. Ouyang, you mustn't!"

But his words had no effect on the enraged Ox Poison Master.

Just then, the hand containing the insidious power of the Toad Style Palm was about to strike Ah Zi's crown.

A thunderous roar echoed throughout the entire venue.

Dong Tianbao made a move.

With a clang, the Dragon-Slaying Saber was drawn.

The Six Secrets of Frostbite: A Single Cut, Two Ends!

The icy blue blade aura was chilling and bone-piercing, directly meeting Ouyang Feng's poisonous palm with a domineering blade intent that could tear everything apart.

Ouyang Feng's eyes twitched; he clearly hadn't expected the burly man to react so quickly.

He changed his stance and produced a strange snake staff with two ferocious venomous snakes coiled around it from who-knows-where, holding it horizontally in front of him.

The blade struck the serpent staff with a deafening clang.

A violent shockwave emanated from the two of them, shattering the bluestone pavement beneath their feet into dust.

He held his own against the Five Great Masters and did not fall behind.

This scene left everyone in the audience dumbfounded.

"My God...who is that burly man? He actually managed to withstand a direct hit from the Western Poison?"

"How come all of Young Master Ye's men are more and more monstrous than the last?"

Chu Hongliu's mouth was wide open, and she couldn't close it for a long time.

He invited Ouyang Feng to maintain order, not to be publicly humiliated.

Ouyang Feng steadied himself, his sinister eyes fixed on Dong Tianbao, filled not only with murderous intent but also with shock and undisguised greed.

What a domineering swordsmanship!

"Hey kid, it's you again!"

Dong Tianbao slung the Dragon-Slaying Saber over his shoulder, grinned, and revealed a set of white teeth.

"Hehe, of course I'm here! You're still going strong, senior! Your injury healed overnight!"

"you!"

Ouyang Feng was so angry that he laughed instead.

"Good! Good! Good!"

"Today, I'll kill you first!"

Before he finished speaking, his bones crackled and popped, and he squatted down, his abdomen bulging high.

Chest distension.

A deep, strange sound, like the croaking of a giant frog, burst forth from his chest.

When the Toad Stance was pushed to its limit, a surge of yellowish-green true energy mixed with poison rushed straight towards Dong Tianbao.

The ground was plowed into deep furrows.

Faced with this devastating attack, Dong Tianbao showed no fear whatsoever; instead, his eyes blazed with fierce fighting spirit.

"Well done!" he roared, gripping the sword with both hands and pouring all his true energy into the Dragon Slayer Blade.

The sword intent surged to its peak.

"Crossing all directions!!"

The Dragon-Slaying Blade traced a deathly, icy blue path from left to right.

The sword energy clashed head-on with the true energy of the Toad Style Kung Fu.

Ice and poison, hardness and softness, two completely different forces are frantically eroding and canceling each other out.

Centered on the two people, within a radius of several feet, half of the ground was covered with thick frost, while the other half was corroded by poisonous gas, turning black and emitting smoke.

The two were locked in a stalemate.

Dong Tianbao's arms bulged with muscles and veins, forcefully resisting the overwhelming force.

Ouyang Feng's injuries from the blow Qin Han delivered last night were clearly not yet healed, and his face was flushed.

In that moment of stalemate, a sinister and vicious glint appeared in Ouyang Feng's eyes.

His face was fierce, and his voice was hoarse.

"Boy, you have reason to be proud that you were able to withstand my Toad Kung Fu."

"but……"

Before he finished speaking, the two coiled venomous snake statues on the head of the snake staff in his hand, which was held by a blade, suddenly lit up with their scarlet eyes.

Two thin snakes, each the size of a thumb, flashed with an eerie green light and shot out, their speed so fast that their trajectories were almost invisible.

Silver-scaled snake, green-scaled snake!