And Ming Fei really picked up the skin of the melon on the ground, slapped his face, slapped his face twice, slapped his face three times, and the young man couldn't escape.
●He escaped.
"Although your swordsmanship is mainly based on sticking, don't you have no way to attack? If two people are fighting to win, how can you just defend and be beaten. As long as you use attack to seal the enemy, and the enemy's martial arts is high, does he have a pair of Empty-handed, are you not afraid of the sword in your hand?"
Sure enough, after hearing this, the boy's swordsmanship was more ruthless than a three-point attack.
Originally it was tight, but this time it became even more threatening. The blue light on the sword was faint, and it seemed that he could shave a piece of flesh from Ming Feizhen's body at any time. Ming Feizhen also stretched out his hand and flicked it lightly, and the boy's sword flew into the sky.
Teenager: "Then... he's not afraid.
Another piece of melon rind, the boy lay on the ground.
Ming Feizhen finished eating a whole watermelon, took out a piece of silver from the boy, and threw it to the shop assistant.
There was a warlike look in his eyes.
"Hey, come out and fight.
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The old voice was neither surprised nor interested in the boy's proposal.
"You come out when you say it, isn't the old man very shameless?"
However, what everyone felt the most was that they didn't dare to do it.
"also."
The young man who had tied his big head into a zongzi was extremely empathetic and nodded.
"Then I'll go in."
"Slow down, this old man owes a lot of money for wine in this Xiujin Building, isn't it a crime to demolish someone's house because of a fight with you? Ming Feizhen said with a smile, "If you demolished this restaurant, don't you have to pay it back? money? "
The voice sighed and said, "That's not what I said. The old man has been addicted to alcohol in his life. If there is no place for this place, the outbreak of alcohol worms will kill people. In this case, the old man might as well fight with you."
He speaks listlessly, but even though he sees Mingfei's real ability, he can still say the words 'fight', and there is a sense of pride in his words.
"Furthermore, if the restaurant is demolished and needs to be rebuilt, isn't the first thing to do is to take care of the old man's debts? This restaurant cannot be demolished.
After talking for a long time, I realized that he was willing to do it.
As he spoke, a figure staggered out of the restaurant.
With a drunken smell of alcohol.
Hua Feihua snorted: "This old man fell into the wine jar during the day?"
Ming Fei really didn't say a word, just looked at the person secretly.
There is a saying that Hua Fei Hua is right.
This guy is really a bad old man.
I saw that this man should be in his 40s or 50s, and he should not have received this honor. But the old face he was born seemed to be neglected. His short hair, which was rarely seen on the head, was full of gray, and his teeth were smoked with yellow spots, which should have something to do with the cigarette bag hanging from his waist.
He was covered in sackcloth and sackcloth, with numerous rotten holes on it. It is conceivable that if this gentleman's clothes are torn and he decides not to patch it, he has a rotten temper and in addition to the ragged clothes, there is also a faint sour smell on his body. I don't know how long it's been since I washed it. Thinking that there was a lot of plaster on his neck, face, and palms, I was afraid that in addition to the clothes, I also needed to throw them into the river; I asked Huanyi Niang from Ba Village in Shangshili to pick up a big stick and smash it hard. .
Not only the clothes, but also the looks are not flattering. His face is round and round, and his eyes are also two o'clock. Although there is no horizontal silk, there are many wrinkles. If he laughed, his small weasel-like eyes flashed with a sly look on his face. Before he can speak, people will be vigilant for three points.
There was no way he could tell that he had a relationship with that young man who was holding a sword in his hand and dressed in brocade. When he appeared, the white-robed scholar quickly called a number, and all the people who had just come to catch Hua Feihua got up and left, blinking their eyes and leaving cleanly, leaving no one behind.
"Fuck, those people ran away.
Hua Feihua approached Ming Feizhen and whispered.
"Brother Feizhen, as soon as those people run away, we are in a dire situation. Let's go to Master Zhuo first, don't worry about this bad old man.
"Don't talk yet.
Ming Fei took a step forward with a rare serious look on his face, clasping his fists.
"Dare to ask senior...
"Hehehe, I can see that the old man is extraordinary, so I figured out the name. It's not customary to meet by chance."
...how long has it been since senior hasn't showered
The 'bad old man', who has not yet entered the ranks of the elderly, was scolded, took out the cigarette bag from his waist, rubbed his hands and inhaled a 0.
"It's a big tone, it seems that right and wrong can't be good. Come, come, show your big guy, and let this old man see how talented the rising stars are on the Jianghu _.
The young man acted according to the words, but put away his playful attitude when dealing with other people.
Although he was still pale, Hua Feihua could feel the change in his mentality. Looking at the 'old man' again, he felt that the rickety figure seemed to be taller than he had imagined.
Ming Feizhen came to the old man in linen in the blink of an eye. As usual, there was no strong wind, and he slammed it with a plain punch.
"Ouch, not bad."
The old man moved half a step, but he didn't see how panicked he was; he avoided the boy's punch. Then the ground behind him suddenly sank two inches, as if it had been smashed by a diamond hammer. You can see how surging the force stored in the young man's fist.
Ming Feizhen missed with a punch, swept his leg again, failed again, and then slashed a palm from top to bottom. Without exception, the old man escaped with a small range of movement.
Since getting down to Wudang, Ming Feizhen's fist, leg and palm routine has not been avoided by anyone. I did not expect to meet a good player in Yichang. There was a look of eagerness in his eyes.
Although the 'bad old man' avoided it, he was amazed.
"It's amazing, it's amazing. The little baby is young, and his martial arts are really good. Which famous family is he from?"
Ming Feizhen smiled and said: "Senior's eyes are like torches, can't you recognize it? In this world, there are no famous families that are so difficult to recognize, right?"
"Yoha, the trick? Hehe, if the little old man can't identify your family within the + trick, he will voluntarily admit defeat."
"What you said." Ming Feizhen's pupils shrank suddenly, giving people the vicious feeling of a huge beast descending from the sky.
"That's not right!" The sword-wielding boy who was beaten just now didn't know when he woke up or how long he had been listening. He stood up and rushed in front of the old man and said, "No one is going to count, who knows. How many tricks. Don't you, the old man, suffer from this man's loss.
There is some truth to what he said. In martial arts, the fixed form is sometimes composed of several or even hundreds of moves in series. It is said that it is ten moves, but it must be ten moves.
The old man covered his face and said, "Oh, the dog is ignorant, it will laugh at the Fang family, the young man should not make fun of it." At this time, everyone knew that the young master the old man had just called, and he turned out to be a father-son relationship.
Ming Feizhen showed a heart-warming and dangerous smile.
"Don't worry, young master, if you say it's ten moves, it's definitely ten moves."