Huang Yaoshi had extensive knowledge and had a glimpse of the martial arts of a hundred years ago. He was particularly impressed by the strange skills and techniques.

"Island Master Huang is talking about the Beiming Divine Art?"

"You actually know the Beiming Divine Art?"

Huang Yaoshi was stunned and glanced at Duan Yu.

"Beiming Divine Skill is one of Duan Immortal Emperor's secret skills, and I have heard about it."

After taking a sip of wine, Duan Yu continued: "The Beiming Divine Art was originally a martial art of the Xiaoyao Sect two hundred years ago, but it has been unknown since then."

Huang Yaoshi's eyes narrowed: "How do you know about the Xiaoyao Sect?"

Duan Yu chuckled: "Island Master Huang seems to be very interested in Xiaoyao Sect?"

"Where did my little friend come from?" Huang Yaoshi's face looked a little gloomy.

"You don't need to know who I am."

Duan Yu looked lazily at the rainy scene outside the window, his expression indescribably free and easy.

"Island Master Huang should know the person who uses the Beiming Divine Art, right? Why don't you tell me?"

Huang Yaoshi's behavior was a little abnormal, which made him doubt the connection.

After frowning and thinking for a moment, Huang Yaoshi suddenly smiled and said: "Haha, my little friend's expression suddenly reminded me of someone."

"Who?" Duan Yu was quite curious.

Huang Yaoshi's eyes were full of smiles and he said with a smile: "Wang Chongyang!"

"Haha, is Island Master Huang changing the subject?" Duan Yu smiled.

At the time of the Huashan sword debate, Wang Chongyang was already over eighty years old and Huang Yaoshi was only over thirty.

Duan Yu now looks like he is only in his twenties.

Huang Yaoshi recalled a person who had been dead for forty years and said that a twenty-year-old person looked like an eighty-year-old person.

Like a hammer!

He was clearly testing his tone.

He looked at Huang Yaoshi: "I have nothing to do with Wang Chongyang. Island Master Huang should talk about the Beiming Divine Art."

"Are you two also talking about the Beiming Divine Art?"

A conspicuous man came over with a wine bottle in his hand and took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

He seemed to recognize Medicine Master Dongxiehuang.

Huang Yaoshi nodded, looked at Duan Yu and said slowly: "If you want to know the Beiming Magic Skill, you might as well go find that lamp. He must know this skill very well."

"Master Yideng?"

"Emperor Duan?"

The people behind him were all astonished, and they really didn't understand why such weird martial arts could be related to the Southern Emperor.

"Isn't Master Yideng's disciple Ci En drained of his inner strength by the Beiming Divine Technique? Why is he the one who knows this technique best?"

The few people gathered around, participated in the discussion, and called the shopkeeper to serve two more jugs of good wine.

"Yideng's grandfather was Emperor Xuanren of Dali, the world-famous Emperor Duan Immortal. He once learned the Beiming Divine Art."

Huang Yaoshi said slowly, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

"Oh? Senior, can you elaborate?"

The interest of the few people increased greatly, and they all picked up the wine flask and poured wine for Huang Yaoshi.

Duan Yu turned a deaf ear to them and looked at Huang Yaoshi: "Yideng learned the Beiming Magic Technique?"

"Never." Huang Yaoshi shook his head.

Duan Yu was relieved, it seemed that Yu Yan had not passed down the Beiming Divine Skill.

"This Beiming Divine Skill is no different from a thief. He uses the internal energy that others have worked so hard to cultivate for his own use. This kind of behavior will inevitably make people jealous. Fortunately, Master Yideng has not practiced it!"

The conspicuous bag said angrily, not forgetting to continue pouring wine for Huang Yaoshi.

Someone said: "That was because Emperor Duan Xian was wise and did not pass down this evil martial arts!"

"That makes sense! It must be Emperor Duan Immortal's good intentions to prevent this evil skill from causing public outrage in the Duan family!"

"The Duan family's Yiyang Finger is already a rare martial arts secret. There is really no need to practice evil martial arts such as Beiming Shen Gong!"

"Emperor Duan Immortal is still far-sighted!"

"What kind of god is Emperor Duan? It's a pity that we don't have the chance to meet such a god."

Duan Yu's wine glass stopped in mid-air, a little speechless.

It seems like you didn’t think that much back then, right?

I just felt that this was the martial arts of the Xiaoyao sect, and it didn’t seem very kind to pass it on to my descendants, so I didn’t pass it down.

But now, the Beiming Divine Skill has been passed down.

Who passed it down?

Tianshan Tonglao?

Wang Yuyan?

Apart from Duan Yu, she is the only one who knows the three great magical arts of Xiaoyao Sect.

It seems that during the eighty years since I have been in seclusion, many unknown things have happened in the martial arts world.

"Sir, the matter is done!"

Ouyang Feng arrived, his feet were wet with rainwater, and his body was as dry as ever.

"Old poison?"

"Huang Laoxie?"

Huang Yaoshi and Ouyang Feng looked at each other, both surprised.

Unexpectedly, two enemies met here.

"Two, two seniors, who are Dongxie and Xidu?"

The conspicuous bag hesitated and said, feeling a little excited.

In the world of martial arts, the five masters are respected.

Although I have rarely heard from them in recent years, their power is still there.

Especially for people of their age who have witnessed the peak of the Wujue myth, the admiration for the Five Jueties in their hearts is like a torrential river, endless.

Huang Yaoshi had a weird temper and ignored these people, staring at Ouyang Feng closely.

As for Ouyang Feng, he didn't even pay attention to those juniors. He only focused on Duan Yu and even Huang Laoxie turned a blind eye.

"Have you seen Ke Zhen'e on the road?" Duan Yu asked.

Ouyang Feng said: "I saw it."

"Kill?"

"No, when I was exploring the treasure hidden in Heifeng Village, Ke Xiazi led people to kill them on the mountain. After they killed dozens of people, they were captured by the people of Heifeng Village. It was me who rescued him."

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Duan Yu was a little speechless.

This Ke Zhen'e has never won a fight or lost a bragging match.

I excitedly took a few people to Duanheifeng Village, but unexpectedly I was kidnapped.

"The Black Wind Stronghold has been eradicated?"

"Kill them all! Five hundred and thirty-seven, including poison and poison, not a single one left!"

When Ouyang Feng talked about this, his whole body was filled with murderous aura, which made several people in the conspicuous group tremble with shock.

Duan Yu nodded: "Very good, your craftsmanship is finally here."

"Young Master has resolved the grievances between Guo Jing and me with his words. I will not kill Blind Ke and cause trouble again."

"Well, I want to build a villa in Zhongnan Mountain. You go back first with these belongings and find some craftsmen on the way."

"yes!"

Listening to their conversation, Huang Yaoshi's eyes moved, thoughtfully, and his mind was spinning rapidly to judge their relationship.

Unexpectedly, the two figures suddenly moved and disappeared.

Suddenly, rain poured in through the window.

The dishes on the table were suddenly filled with rainwater.

Looking at the table soaked by the rain, Huang Yaoshi and others were shocked.
Chapter completed!