The First Evil Emperor of Martial Arts

"You...I admit defeat..."

Guo Jing glanced at Yang Zheng, opened his mouth and said something, then walked out of the circle by himself.

"In the first fight, Young Master Yang won!"

Huang Yaoshi announced loudly.

"Brother Yang is amazing!"

Huang Rong screamed and looked at Yang Zheng's beauty~ There were little stars in her eyes.

"Hehe, give and take!"

Yang Zheng bowed his hands to several opponents. Although this young master is a cold god, it is not impossible to be kind every now and then.

"It turns out that you are the Evil Emperor Yang Zheng!"

Western poison Ouyang Feng stared at Yang Zheng coldly.

"Haha, what's the matter? Old poison, are you afraid?"

The old urchin laughed loudly. Although he had guessed that Yang Zheng had an extraordinary origin before, he had not guessed that Yang Zheng was the most famous Evil Emperor in the world recently. senior!

"In the second competition, I will play the flute, and the five of you will play the drums, the piano, the flute, the bell, and the fou respectively. Whoever can keep up with my rhythm and persist for longer will win."

Huang Yaoshi said, took out a jade flute, and asked the servants to bring five different musical instruments.

"I'll play the drums."

Yang Zheng smiled and walked to the drum.

"I play the piano."

Yang Kang stepped forward.

"I...I play the flute..."

Guo Jing stammered a little.

"I ring the bell."

Lin Pingzhi opened his mouth.

Song Qingshu shook his head lightly, without a choice, he walked to the front of the pot.

"let's start."

Huang Yaoshi picked up the jade flute and said, and then the flute sounded!

"Woooo..."

"boom!"

The drum beats on!

"clank!"

"Dangdang!"

Almost at the same time, everyone kept up with Huang Yaoshi's rhythm. However, this is just the beginning.

Huang Yaoshi's flute was slow and calm at first, but after a while, it suddenly accelerated and the rhythm became faster. In this competition, the test was not actually instrumental kung fu, but internal power kung fu.

The tune played by Huang Yaoshi is also extraordinary. It is called "Bihai Chaosheng Song".

"what?"

Song Qingshu suddenly exclaimed, the stick that hit the fou let go, his face was extremely pale, and he fell to the ground.

This Song Qingshu, although handsome in appearance, has an average level of internal strength. Among the five, he is the weakest, and it is normal for him to be eliminated first.

"I don't think it's necessary to compare this game, but everyone knows it, right?"

The old urchin looked around and smiled.

"Compared or compared."

Hong Qi, who had not spoken much, spoke up.

"Hong Qigong, the apprentices you accepted are all good, but they are too stupid."

The old urchin glanced at Guo Jing, who was sweating profusely, and shook his head slightly.

"When I accept apprentices, I only look at xinxing, not talent."

Hong Qigong replied.

"How many poses did that boy Subduing Dragon Eighteen Palms learn? Forget it, it's no fun asking this question. If Rong'er follows this silly boy, she will definitely suffer for the rest of her life! So, it's better to follow Yang Zheng!"

The old urchin said again.

This time, Hong Qigong ignored him and focused on the competition over there.

"Sister, you are so beautiful."

At this time, Huang Rong said to Bai Fanghua.

"My sister is also pretty and lovely."

Bai Fanghua's charming eyes wavered, and she replied.

On the surface, the two are good at communicating. In fact, the moment the two look at each other, their eyes ignite the flames of war in the air. This is an invisible war between women!

"puff!"

It was also at this time that Yang Kang suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood, and the strings of the piano broke with a bang. He also failed! At this moment, Yang Zheng, Guo Jing, and Lin Pingzhi are the three who can keep up with Huang Yaoshi's rhythm!

A stick of incense time passed.

"I……"

Lin Pingzhi's complexion suddenly became extremely ferocious, and the bell stopped abruptly!

He also failed!

So, there are two more!

One is Yang Zheng and the other is Guo Jing! Yang Zheng beats the drums and Guo Jing plays the flute!

However, Yang Zheng had a calm expression on his face, holding the drumstick, completely keeping up with the rhythm of Huang Yaoshi's xiao sound, without falling behind, every rhythm perfectly followed.

However, Guo Jing was different. At this moment, Guo Jing was soaked with sweat, and on his forehead, the sweat was like rain, and it didn't stop. The complexion was even more pale, and it was forcibly supported by willpower.

"boom!"

A drum sound, the sky is loud!

Guo Jing's expression changed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a puff.

However, the sound of Huang Yaoshi's flute has not stopped, it is getting more and more urgent and more and more strange. Yang Zheng's drumming didn't stop, and the sound overshadowed the sound.

dong dong dong!

Clang clang!

It seems as if thousands of troops and horses are galloping on the battlefield, attacking on the battlefield, galloping and crushing by!

"Wow!"

The sound of the xiao stopped suddenly, and Huang Yaoshi stopped.

"Boom!"

Yang Zheng's last drumstick fell, and with a loud bang, the drum was beaten by him, and it fell apart.

"In the second competition, Young Master Yang won!" Huang Yaoshi announced with a blank face, and then said: "The third competition is about memory. I will bring a volume of books, and within a stick of incense, whoever can remember the more Whoever has more will win!"

The third test begins. This test is also a test of Wendou, and the test is memory!

Soon, Huang Yaoshi went back and returned, and brought five new volumes of the book in person. The cover of the book had no name, as if it had been newly printed.

"The third fight, start!"

As Huang Yaoshi's voice fell, the third battle really began!

"Shh!"

Yang Zheng opened the book, and what caught his eye was a sentence that was too lost.

"The way of heaven, what is lost is more than what is lacking..."

This booklet is the "Jiuyin Zhenjing"!

Unexpectedly, Huang Yaoshi actually took out the rubbing of "Jiuyin Zhenjing", and let people watch it like this! Although it is impossible to completely remember the time of a stick of incense, it can certainly remember a lot.

Sure enough, the moment Lin Pingzhi opened the book, he couldn't hold back his joy, and quickly turned it over.

Guo Jing, Yang Kang and Song Qingshu all frowned and guessed the contents of some books, but this "Jiuyin Zhenjing" was too esoteric for them, and there was no guide. Some words, I don't know how to practice at all.

"Shu! Swish! Swish!"

Yang Zheng turned the book like the wind, page after page, this "Jiuyin Zhenjing" still couldn't get into his eyes, but if he wrote it down, he could remove the sinister part and teach it to all the beauties in the Evil Emperor's cave.

When the "Nine Yang Divine Art" is obtained in the future, the combination of nine yang and nine yin may be able to create a shattering or big shattering class.

Now, just use the contents of the Primordial Spirit Book and forcibly memorize it!

"Ding!"

"Host Yang Zheng, found the second volume of the "Jiuyin Zhenjing", which has been scanned."

""Jiuyin Zhenjing": a great master-level unique skill, written by Huang Chang, a martial arts wizard!" . .