I saw in the pool over there, two strong men of extraordinary height confrontation to take the old man's money, the old man can bear it. If you want to drink the old man's wine, the old man can bear it. However, to speak ill of the old man's daughter would be courting death. "
The person who spoke was an old man who could not tell his age. He wore a long beard and sat at one end of the pool. I don't know how, just sitting quietly, I gave birth to a mountain-like majesty.
The man on the other side is obviously much younger.
It is blond hair, obviously not from the Central Plains. He was not as strong as an old man with broad shoulders and a thick back, but his muscles, which had been tempered to perfection, were covered in scars. Among them, there are no less than ten scars that make people wonder how he could still be alive, and people can't help but speculate about his past blond hair.
The old man stood up suddenly.
"Then what do you mean by saying that the old man's daughter is like a doll? The doll is a dead thing. Isn't this the little baby who cursed the old man?"
The cymbal man stood up at the same time: "Of course it means she was born cute, you old alcoholic!!"
"Mad, grit your teeth for this old man!!
The old man took a step, and the waves rolled up like a toss.
The vinegar bowl-sized fist was just clenched, and there was an illusion that the whole piece of air was pinched, giving birth to unbearable pain.
"I'm afraid you won't make it.
Everyone present felt a trace of horror on their necks, at the moment when the blond man pinched his sword fingers. He slashed with his sword, collided with the giant's fist, and made a loud noise.
The two each took a half step back.
The pond stone on the left was full of cracks, as if a hundred swords had swept through it, but the pond stone on the right was knocked down. It shows the true strength and terrifying cultivation of the two people with different properties.
Someone stepped forward immediately.
"Sect Master, His Holiness, stop fighting.
"Yes, yes, the Dharma King definitely didn't mean that.
Such things are nothing more than persuasion--like speech.
Hua Feihua couldn't take her tongue back, and it took a long time to say.
"What kind of characters are these two. They seem to be far more powerful than Ambassador Zhuo"
Ming Feizhen looked bored.
"Tsk, it's not an important person. It has nothing to do with you. I thought I would encounter clues, but who knows that I will only encounter trouble. I just finished saying this, and suddenly there is a sentence behind it, like a sharp weapon.
"Boy, do you have any opinion?"
Ming Feizhen and Hua Feihua were immediately at odds. The two looked at each other and exchanged glances, knowing that they would not cause trouble, so they found it by themselves.
Sure enough, with the sound of heavy footsteps,
The smell of wine also drifted over. The ground in front of him is covered by a tall shadow, and the ground in front of the 2 meters is called "Sect Master! They are ordinary people, don't do this. The canon does not allow it!"
But it was stopped by the raised arm of the old man, the old man said slowly.
"Hey, boy. Say, what do you think of the old man's daughter?"
Ming Feizhen did not look back and said lightly.
"You said, the old man's daughter is a trouble?"
"I said clearly that you are a trouble, okay?"
The fist wind suddenly descended like a thunderstorm, as did the heat generated.
The old man's fist seemed to rub against the air to generate a huge amount of heat, evaporating the pool water into a large white steam.
However, as imagined, the scene where the meat sauce dyed the white mist red did not appear.
Exclamations came from not far away.
"He actually blocked the fist of the sect master. This young man is
The white-haired boy raised one arm. Rather than defending, it was better to put it in the air to block, and resisted all the punches. "Oh?" The old man showed a heroic smile, and his eyes suddenly lit up: " Greg's, the kid wants it. Try this.
"I didn't want to be extravagant."
The young man said so.
The next moment, the two suddenly became powerful, the wind suddenly rose, the white mist flew away, and the fierceness was revealed!
Hua Feihua on the side almost fainted from fright.
The ground showed signs of cracking, shattering, and subsidence because it could not withstand the enormous pressure. The ground beside the two of them was miraculously intact.
Which side should belong to the same side as the old man, someone asked the blond man.
King of France, what is this young man
"Strong.
There was a high fighting intent in his eyes, and there was a childish smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Isn't it enough to know that?"
The person who asked the question almost regretted slapping himself in the face. He knew the nature of this adult, who would let him talk too much.
On the other hand, Ming Feizhen and the old man kept increasing their gong, and the damage caused by their qi became more and more.
The smell of alcohol filled the air, and the old man's yellow eyes became clearer.
"Hahahahaha, the child's skills are amazing.
He competed with Ming Feizhen for internal strength. The pores of his body spread out, the alcohol in his body was naturally discharged, and the drunkenness was gone. Now it is rare to meet an opponent, and he is ambitious to fight against this young man of unknown origin. He was competitive all his life, and he was like a nerd when he got old. Always regardless of identity. Therefore, when it comes to fighting with the young man, others can't do it, but the old man is very happy.
"Children, be careful, this old man's seven profound arts are the direct inheritance of the Shenyue Sect, so it's not easy to resist!"
With a loud shout, his palms jumped up like a dragon crossing the river.
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Fist, collide with fist.
Two powerful forces far exceeding Shicai collided together, and the opposite wind pressure lifted the cracked ground, creating the illusion of whether the entire bathhouse was going to blow air. Not to mention the crowd watching here, almost none of them could stabilize their figure.
Except for the blond man known as the 'Dharma King' who was as motionless as a marble sculpture, there was only Hua Feihua who took the opportunity to hide behind him.
"It's really clever, bro.
Hiding behind this person, it seems like there is a protective shelter from the wind, and it is not affected by the exaggerated strong wind. Hua Feihua instinctively found a safe place, but unexpectedly ended up here.