"Is that him?"
Ah Huang hugged his strong arms, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the naked man with black stripes all over his body not far away. He immediately became interested.
Of course not in other aspects.
It just thought that the man was a little rough and rude, which was very much to its taste as a martial arts practitioner.
Russell glanced at Ah Huang and felt really amused when he saw its excited and eager look.
People who practice martial arts all have this temperament, they are straightforward and get extremely excited when they see someone who can counter them with a few moves.
If I have to give an example, it would be similar to the Tragedy Tower, except it was wrongly called Vegeta.
"Why, you want to practice with him?"
Russell looked at the withered grass on the trees around the man and couldn't help but remind him, "That man might have something weird on him. Are you sure you can beat him with your martial arts?"
"Humph, who are you looking down on?"
"I have learned the master's 72 sword moves, so they are still effective against these things."
Ah Huang twisted his neck and clenched his fists until they creaked. "You cultivators are always so timid. A real man should fight with real fists!"
"Hey!"
It exerted force with its feet, and the branch broke with a snap. With another nimble kick, it flew straight into the sky, and with a bang, it landed in front of the man.
The man slowly raised his head, as if he had expected this, and seemed to be extremely confident in his own strength.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and the strange human face on his chest also sneered, with greed in his eyes.
Qi and blood, such strong qi and blood!
"Let me take a look at the methods used by martial artists today."
Chinese culture has a history of 5,000 years, and has produced many talented people with all kinds of strange skills and abilities.
Even though Russell practiced Taoism, it would be a good choice if he knew a little about other things.
What if we meet again in the future
He shook his hand violently and took a step hard, without making any other movements. The wind blew gently, as if nothing had happened.
Middle of the forest.
Ah Huang and the man keenly sensed something was wrong, and they looked around at the same time. Fluctuations that were invisible to the naked eye were constantly forming.
Before either of them could react, a sticky, heavy, and oppressive feeling instantly pressed down on their shoulders, making them feel really uncomfortable.
But in a flash, that oppressive feeling disappeared.
Ah Huang's eyes were confused, but the man opposite shook his shoulders and smiled, and said slowly, "At this age, he can actually set up such a formation. It's amazing. He is also a big shot in the underworld. I guess he must be a well-known figure in this world."
The man looked straight into the distance, at the tree. Russell looked at him calmly. The two looked at each other and then slowly withdrew their gazes.
The underworld? The human world
So confident
Ah Huang felt more and more abnormal, and always felt that something was wrong.
It held the three-pointed, two-edged halberd tightly in its right hand, and its expression became more serious. "You, you are not the same person as before. You are from the underworld..."
"Stop talking so much!"
The man laughed, and laughed extremely excitedly, with arrogance in his eyes, "If you are a real man, let's fight. Not everyone can hold a three-pointed, two-edged halberd!"
"snort!"
Ah Huang exerted force with both hands and exhaled sharply. His face turned red and the muscles all over his body swelled instantly.
The already tall man instantly grew taller as he looked down at the man, his aura instantly becoming extremely fierce.
"Bang!"
There was no further talk, because Ah Huang knew that was all nonsense. A real man should use his fists to settle everything and make things clear.
It stepped hard, and a deep pit appeared on the ground instantly. The tall figure turned into a phantom.
The man was not willing to be outdone. He opened his hands slightly, roared, and pushed hard with his feet without flinching.
"boom!"
The man and the dog collided directly with each other. The dull sound was particularly loud in the jungle. Before the sound faded away, the sound of hitting like raindrops continued to come.
You punched me and I kicked you, and we started to wreak havoc in the jungle.
With a click, a tree that often stood guard fell down, and it finally didn't have to work overtime anymore.
Bang, another one, and it was pierced through in an instant, and it could be reincarnated again.
Russell watched silently, with white light flickering in his eyes. He now found that his previous battle was a bit crude.
The fight between these two people is really fierce. Their fists, claws, feet, elbows and other sharp parts are all deadly weapons.
But Ah Huang still has the upper hand, because he still has a mouth.
Looking at its ferocious, cold teeth, Russell couldn't help but touch his nose. He thought of his Erhei.
The guy slept and ate, ate and slept. Only on the full moon night, it seemed that some hidden characteristics were stimulated, and he let out a ferocious roar at the full moon in the sky.
"Woooooo..."
It's too embarrassing to keep silent.
Russell's eyes rolled around, wondering if he should trick Ah Huang back to be his younger brother.
In the distance, the battle has reached a fever pitch.
The man was bitten on the left arm by Ah Huang, but he did not panic at all. Instead, the corners of his mouth turned up.
"Die!"
This one sentence made Ah Huang feel like he was falling into an abyss. The man clenched his fist violently, and countless black threads spread on his arm, instantly making his right arm thicker.
A strong energy swirled above and instantly swung out in front of Ah Huang's widened pupils, hitting it straight in the face with a punch.
"Bang!"
A dull yet crisp sound.
Ah Huang's head and body flew backwards, his face was swollen, and several debris flew out of his mouth.
It was teeth.
The man followed closely and threw another punch, hitting Ah Huang hard in the stomach.
With a loud bang, Ah Huang smashed down several trees. His stomach was covered in blood and a red mark was particularly eye-catching.
"Hoohoo!"
Ah Huang's breathing became more and more rapid, and it seemed that he was seriously injured.
Russell narrowed his eyes and asked softly, "Can we still fight?"
"Don't worry, this is just the beginning!"
Ah Huang stood up slowly, his muscles tensed, and he spat to the side, directly spitting out a tooth in his mouth.
"Hey, it really hurts a bit!"
It lowered its head to look at its wounds, and a smile appeared on its swollen face.
"It's been so long since anyone has had a real fight with me!"
Ever since his master Sanlang was captured by the tigress, Ah Huang hasn't found anyone to fight with for three years.
Three years!
Do you know how it has been over the past three years
Ah Huang clenched his hands, and a three-pointed, two-edged halberd appeared in his hand at some point. He looked at the man and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"I'm going to use all my strength!"
"Oh, really?"
The man twisted his fist lightly, sighing, "It's a pity that this body is too weak and absorbs too little blood, but that's it."
He looked at Ah Huang, "Killing you is enough!"
"Ridiculous, seventy-two ways of swift sword!"
A cold light instantly cut through the air and whizzed towards the man.