The smile on Feng Yuancheng's face froze in an instant before it had time to spread.
It was like the extreme cold before the destruction of the earth. Butterflies flapped their wings, bees were busy collecting pollen, children were chasing and playing in the grass, and dung beetles asked their mother why they had to eat feces - everything was so quiet and beautiful.
A black cloud passed by and they were frozen into ice sculptures.
Feng Yuancheng felt that his heart was colder than an ice sculpture. This was the Tai Chi master he had invited? This was the third place winner in the country that he boasted about
It's obviously a parallel import product!
If it weren't for the fact that Wang Hongying was someone he had found, Feng Yuancheng would definitely suspect that this guy had received money from Fang Yan to act with him ----- it was too fake. You flew so far away when I touched you, are you thinking this is a martial arts movie? We wouldn't be embarrassed to write scripts like this when we're filming, okay
Xia Tian's expression was also with his mouth slightly open and his pupils dilated, he could hardly believe what he was seeing.
She wanted to say 'enough'.
She wanted to say 'don't hurt anyone'.
She also wanted to say-----
Before she could say anything, the battle was over.
This is Tai Chi? Too easy, right
Is this Tai Chi? Isn't it a bit too domineering
Liu Xueru's eyes suddenly opened, shining with brilliance.
His long beard was flying, his thick eyebrows were intimidating without him being angry, and his eyes were like a sharp blade, cutting into Fang Yan's face again and again.
"Inch force?" Liu Xueru asked in a deep voice.
"You can say that," Fang Yan said. "But we all call it Thunder."
The Thunder not only used their strength, but also controlled the situation.
Just now, Fang Yan knocked Wang Hongying away by first using the power of thunder and then using his internal energy to beat him without any chance to fight back.
Fang Yan did not explain, he knew Liu Xueru didn't understand.
Liu Xueru stood up and walked straight towards Fang Yan. He didn't care about the life and death of his apprentice Wang Hongying and didn't even look at him from beginning to end.
It was as if he had become a dead man.
Heartless and ungrateful!
This is Fang Yan's evaluation of Liu Xueru. This kind of person is very dangerous, and because of their cold temperament, they tend to get stuck in a dead end when practicing. It is difficult for them to establish a sect or a school and become a master, but this kind of person is extremely talented. If it were the ancient martial arts era, he would be a cult tyrant who harmed the martial arts world and attempted to unify the world, but was killed by a heroic young man.
Fang Yan pointed at Wang Hongying, who was lying on the ground vomiting blood, and reminded him, "Why don't you go check on your disciple? He has internal injuries and needs immediate treatment."
"You want to destroy my faith?" Liu Xueru stared at Fang Yan with sarcasm, disdaining his petty tricks. "In a martial arts competition, casualties are inevitable. You hurt him, that's your ability. He was hurt by you, that's his lack of skills. Who can you blame? His life and death have nothing to do with me, but your life and death is controlled by me."
"That sounds reasonable." Fang Yan said with a smile. "But this can't hide the fact that you are so cruel and ruthless----"
"Asshole." Liu Xueru shouted angrily. He flashed in front of Fang Yan and grabbed Fang Yan's eyes with one claw.
Eagle pecks!
This move was extremely brutal. He was going to dig out Fang Yan's eyeballs like an eagle eating a man.
"Looking for death." Fang Yan was also completely enraged. The duel should be stopped at a certain point. Even if Wang Hongying insulted his master, he only gave him a light punishment. This old man was so vicious that he took someone's life and maimed him. It was really shameful and hateful.
Instead of retreating, he moved forward and grabbed Liu Xueru's wrists that were grabbing towards his eyes.
Liu Xueru had rich practical experience, and he changed his tactics temporarily, shifting the part of his eagle's peck to grab Fang Yan's wrist.
Fang Yan also changed, looking for the traces of Liu Xueru's claws after he changed his moves.
The two changed their moves at the same time.
Hands do not touch, clothes do not touch.
The two people's hands never touched, and their clothes never collided.
In the eyes of the onlookers, it was like an old man and a handsome boy playing a drinking game. When one gesture changed, the other followed suit. The difference was that the gestures became faster and faster, and the changes became more and more violent, eventually becoming a blurry phantom that could not be seen clearly.
However, the wind was howling and the atmosphere was grim. Even though you couldn't see their moves clearly, you felt that it was extremely dangerous. It was as if a huge rock was pressing down on your heart, making it hard to breathe.
In the blink of an eye, Fang Yan and Liu Xueru had already exchanged sixty or seventy moves. This guy dared to open a school and recruit disciples in a place like Yanjing, so he must have some skills.
hiss----
There was the sound of brocade tearing.
Fang Yan and Liu Xueru's figures bounced to the sides like magnets with the same polarity in a strong magnetic field. Liu Xueru had an ugly look on his face, and Fang Yan was holding a piece of cloth torn from Liu Xueru's sleeve.
In this change of hands, it was obvious that Liu Xueru lost.
"What a great skill. What a quick reaction. What a strong Qi." Liu Xueru used the word "good" three times in a row, staring at Fang Yan fiercely, and said, "Who is your master? To be able to teach a disciple like you, the master must be no unknown person. You'd better tell me the taboo of your sect master to avoid the flood washing away the Dragon King Temple. I won't be able to explain to your master and elders when we meet next time."
Fang Yan was so angry that he laughed.
He has always thought that Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan were shameless, but he didn't expect that the guy he met today was even more shameless than Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan multiplied by two.
"I have watched many TV movies, and I have summarized a few conclusions to share with you. First, generally speaking, people who take the initiative to say that you'd better reveal the name of your sect master to avoid the flood from washing away the Dragon King Temple are bad people. Because good people don't need to care about the sect master's taboo, they only care about the opponent's position and whether their actions are right or wrong. Second, the person who takes the initiative to say this must be the weaker party. Third, this sentence is usually said after the fight is halfway done, because the bad guy on the weaker side knows that he can't win, but he is embarrassed to admit defeat directly, so he has to use his connections to find reasons to step down-----" Fang Yan turned and looked at Feng Yuancheng, and said, "You are an actor in a movie, are the scripts you use for filming written like this?"
Feng Yuancheng thought about it seriously, his face turned pale, and he felt that he had been shot in the chest again.
Fang Yan looked at Liu Xueru with a smile and said, "I just won't let you have your way. I just won't give you the opportunity to build a relationship - of course, I won't tell you the sect master's taboo and it has nothing to do with the reasons I mentioned. I just feel that - you can't have any relationship with us."
"You are so arrogant, kid." Liu Xueru's face was almost blue with anger. His veins were throbbing and his bones were crackling. "Since you don't know how to appreciate my kindness, don't blame me for hurting you."
Fang Yan waved at him and said, "Come on."
Liu Xueru held the rosary horizontally with both hands and pulled hard.
Snapped!
The silk thread broke, and the nineteen golden nanmu beads scattered into a straight line.
Liu Xueru waved his right sleeve, and all the 19 rosary beads were put into his robe.
"Break." With a loud shout, the 19 beads flew out like 19 cannonballs. The 19 beads formed three formations: the first-grade formation, the three-talent formation, and the 11-bead chain formation. The formations were linked together, and the beads were connected.
Every bead has murderous aura, every burst has murderous intent.
The murderous aura is overwhelming!
Like a swarm of locusts or a rain of stars, the two small and one large formations formed by the 19 men rushed towards Fang Yan's position, covering and isolating all possible responses and variables in his front, back, left, right, and all escape routes.
The three formations are connected to form a new formation: the formation of cutting off descendants.
This is a popular saying in the martial arts world. If the three formations pass through, no one will be left alive, and all humans and gods will be destroyed.
This was a sure-kill weapon used in large-scale battles, and its power was endless. Now Fang Yan was the only one in the center of the formation. If his parents, children, and brothers were standing with him, they would all be annihilated.
That's why there is the saying of cutting off the lineage and grandchildren.
Fang Yan closed his eyes.
The Dantian in the body was burning hot, that was the heart of Tai Chi being stimulated by the strong murderous aura and starting to work automatically.
The realm of Tai Chi and all the places it controls are my realm.
The land is mine, the cattle and sheep are mine, the mountains and rivers are mine, everything is mine.
I'm the king!
Time stands still!
The space is still!
Fang Yan could clearly see Feng Yuancheng's wide-open mouth and the beads of sweat on his forehead. He could also see Xia Tian's terrified eyes and the yellowish hair on his face. Wang Hongying also got up, his expression showing a ferocious hatred and the joy of revenge.
Time will not stop, and space will not stop.
But in Fang Yan's eyes, everything just slowed down.
Just like an airplane flying high in the sky, when your speed reaches a certain number, you will find that the clouds are still and you are still too.
In fact, you are flying, moving, and advancing at supersonic speed.
The heart of Tai Chi cleanses the bones and marrow, and strengthens the body and spirit.
Fang Yan moved.
His body moved at the speed of a sand sculpture and a rabbit, with a freehand posture and an elegant expression.
The first-grade formation took the lead and attacked first.
He stretched out his right hand and grasped the eye bead in the shape of the Chinese character "品" of the first-grade formation, and held it in the palm of his hand.
The formation is broken!
The Three Talents Formation arrived in a flash. Fang Yan reached out his hand again and grasped the rosary at the center of the formation, as easily as picking a peach in the garden.
The formation is broken!
The eleven linked formations surrounded Fang Yan, forming a trident of Poseidon and stabbed fiercely at Fang Yan's chest.
Fang Yan took out the three prayer beads from the center of the formation and rearranged them. Then he stuffed all the prayer beads from the first-grade Sancai formation he had picked up into the transformed eleven-child chain formation.
Fang Yan's body moved through the formation like a ghost, his hands flying up and down as fast as thunder and lightning.
Snap!
With a crisp sound, the nineteen beads formed into a spear and were held in Fang Yan's hand.
The spear head was like a snake's head, swaying and turning left and right, as if looking for prey to devour.
Fang Yan pushed hard with both hands, and the spear distorted the space, cut through the air, and rebounded at an unpredictable speed.
Liu Xueru was so frightened that he turned around and tried to escape.
Snap!
The rosary spear pierced through Liu Xueru's body and nailed to the wall of the box with a "bang". (To be continued)