Mountains are high and rivers are long. See you in ten years.
When Fang Yan turned around to leave, he did not forget to give Fenghuang a look to remind her: Go quickly, don't let this idiot get around.
Fenghuang was also a wonderful person, and he and Fang Yan had cooperated well for many years, so he naturally understood what he meant by hearing the voice. He stared at Wu Chi with disdain and said, "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. Don't look down on the poor young. Ten years later, Fang Yan will definitely avenge his previous shame here and defeat Wu Chi."
"What a great young man." Wu Chi thought to himself.
He was almost moved by this young man. Although he knew his own strength and the gap between him and himself, he was not discouraged or gave up. He held on to his dream and fought back. Ten years later, at this time and place, he would challenge himself again.
Wait, why is it still ten years later
"Asshole." Wu Chi was so angry that he slapped the wooden table top, and the teacup on the table hit Fang Yan's back.
The teacup is straight, generous, square, and peaceful, just like an ordinary cup of tea in an ordinary teacup.
The strange thing was that there was no tea waiter to bring the teacups.
The teacup is silent, but it contains great destructive power.
Fang Yan had fought with countless strange people and visitors, and he knew very well that the simpler the moves, the more complicated the truth. If you can't figure out the truth, you can't take on these moves. Those extremely fancy moves are not that lethal.
Because those cumbersome moves waste energy and strength.
For these top powerhouses, exerting themselves is like eating, not a single grain of rice can be left behind.
This move is similar to the "spinning explosion" that Fang Yan just used. It perfectly combines energy and strength, and then transforms it into a more offensive move.
The difference is that the cup thrown by Fang Yan needs to use rotation to maintain the balance of Qi and force, and maintain an independent world. It is not troubled by the attack of external forces or external objects. However, the cup slapped by Wu Chi goes in a straight line, and has achieved the balance of Qi and force without rotation. Obviously, this is a level higher than Fang Yan's realm.
A line of sky!
A line is the sky, and the way of nature follows nature.
Fang Yan took a step forward with his right foot, and his upper body swayed continuously, as if he was drunk and unable to stand steadily.
The upper body ran eleven circles in an instant before it avoided the attack of the teacup.
Snap-----
The teacup hit the wall and shattered into pieces, but the tea in the cup seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, without a drop spilling out.
In fact, when Wu Chi slapped the table, the tea in the cup had already been burned dry by his powerful energy. What was flying in the air was just an empty cup.
"Beautiful. Beautiful hiding." The martial arts fanatic laughed and said, "It's been so many years, it's rare to see such an eye-catching young opponent. The previous opponents were too old or too young. The old ones' punches were loose and their breath was weak, and they couldn't stand a long fight. The young ones' punches were quick and their breath was short, and it was difficult to form a momentum. It was really boring."
“Brother Fang Yan, what’s the name of the move you just used? Is it Drunken Crane Riding the Wind - this is the Drunken Crane Riding the Wind that Qinglong Moqingdi created after he became disabled?” Wu Chi is also a weirdo. When he is annoyed with you, he will call you ‘ignorant child’ and ‘pretty boy’. However, when you show a Kung Fu move that impresses him, he will immediately change his tone and call you brother.
"It's the Drunken Crane Riding the Wind." Fang Yan answered truthfully.
"He is a genius. He is truly a genius." The martial arts fanatic said with a look of regret, "Don't underestimate the enemy of Huaxia Qinglong. He was so glorious and dazzling in the past. I pursued him for three months and seventeen days, and finally got the chance to fight him by the Qingming Lake. After exchanging three punches, he used a gun. The first shot - he only used one shot, and pierced 29 of my hairs - I saved that clump of hair and counted them carefully one by one."
The martial arts fanatic stroked the green skin on his head with nostalgia, and said, "I used to have long hair like Mo Qingdi. How can a warrior be heroic without long hair? Do you know why I cut my hair so short now? It's because I'm worried that I will meet a master like Mo Qingdi again and have him cut my hair off again----"
"What a pity! Qinglong encountered the divine dragon. In the battle between the two dragons, Qinglong's tendons were destroyed, and all his cultivation was wasted. God is jealous of talents. Over the years, I have been challenging people everywhere and practicing martial arts, just for the chance to fight Qinglong again one day to avenge the shame of having my hair cut off. I'm afraid Qinglong won't have the chance to fight him, but I met Qinglong's apprentice, which is also a blessing."
Fang Yan was so scared that he quickly explained, "Senior Wu Chi, please don't misunderstand me and the old drunkard. You see, I call him the old drunkard out of habit, and I have never called him Qinglong or Mo Qingdi or anything like that. The old drunkard is not my master, and I am not his disciple. We are actually peers. He is my grandfather's eldest disciple, and I am my grandfather's youngest disciple. We call each other brothers. If you don't believe me, you can go to Neijianghu and ask anyone to see if I'm lying to you."
The martial arts fanatic looked at Fang Yan with a smile and said, "You are too cunning, I fell into your trap if I wasn't careful. Do you think I will let you go if you say you are not master and disciple? I am just a martial arts fanatic, but I am not confused. Whether you are master and disciple or brothers, as long as you learn Mo Qingdi's move of Drunken Crane Riding the Wind and happen to use his move to break my Thin Sky, then we have to have a good fight-----"
Fang Yan looked at Wu Chi helplessly and said, "Is it not possible to not fight?"
"no."
"Is it not okay for me to admit defeat?"
"No way." The martial arts fanatic said. "If every opponent I challenged voluntarily gave up, where would the fighting be in life? What fun would there be in living?"
"This guy is such a jerk." Fang Yan secretly thought to himself. How much better it would be to live in peace without any pain or disaster. Why must he fight to the death? If he beats someone to death or cripples them, won't he feel guilty? If he is beaten to death or crippled by others - or worse, he may even be disfigured, wouldn't that be a deadly enemy? Wouldn't his descendants have to find ways to avenge him
"I really don't want to fight with Senior Wu Chi. I also know that I am no match for Senior Wu Chi-----" Fang Yan said awkwardly: "How about I just stand here and let Senior Wu Chi beat me up?"
"If I'm just competing in martial arts, not one-sided violence, that would be equally boring." Wu Chi was also a little embarrassed. After thinking about it, he said, "How about this, I'll give you a question. If you can solve it, I'll let you go and we'll call it a day today-----"
"Really?" Fang Yan was secretly delighted and said, "Please don't ask questions from the Four Books and Five Classics or the Tao Te Ching. I'm not familiar with those at all-----"
"Of course not." The martial arts fanatic waved his hand and said, "A martial artist must take a martial arts exam. Who would do something so flowery?"
Wu Chi thought about it, picked up a teacup from the table, picked up the teapot and poured water into the cup.
When the teacup was filled with water, Wu Chi placed the teacup in the palm of his hand and flicked his finger lightly, and the teacup flew towards Fang Yan.
This time it was a rotating flight, or flying, because its speed was very slow, as if there was a remote control controlling its flying rhythm.
The teacup filled with tea stopped when it flew in front of Fang Yan, but it still kept spinning.
Like a living thing!
Phoenix was shocked. Standing beside Fang Yan, she whispered, "This old monster's internal strength is unfathomable. This move, 'Fairy Presenting Flowers', is difficult to perform without a master of Qigong. You must be careful and guard against it----"
The martial arts fanatic is the 'fairy', and the teacup spinning on Fang Yan's chest and the tea in the cup that is motionless and without even a ripple are the 'flowers' offered by the fairy.
This flower does not bring fragrance to people, but it can take people's lives.
Therefore, this flower is also called 'Yama Flower'.
Fang Yan remained silent, as if he didn't hear what Fenghuang said, his eyes fixed on the spinning wine glass in front of him.
His legs trembled lightly, and his body swayed again.
Sometimes it was fast, sometimes it was slow, as if someone was constantly attacking him.
It's not others who are attacking him, it's this 'Yanluo Flower' that has been attacking him.
Yama Flower is a barrier that is infused with the martial arts fanatic's enormous strength and is skillfully cast by him.
It caters to the wind direction, integrates with the airflow, and is guided by the power of nature to maintain a continuous rotation state.
Once the wind direction changes, the airflow increases, or it encounters an attack from external objects or forces, it will explode.
Wu Chi looked at Fang Yan with a smile and said, "Fang Yan, as long as you can pick all the flowers and the water does not ripple, you will pass this test today."
"Shameless." Phoenix was extremely temperamental and cursed: "When picking flowers, of course you have to touch the cup. How can the water not ripple when it touches the cup? You are deliberately making things difficult for us-----"
"Hahaha-----" Wu Chi laughed and said, "The little girl is right, I am really making things difficult for you----"
"Not only that----" While Wu Chi was still speaking, the figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
A shadow flashed by, and when he came out again, he had already grabbed Phoenix's neck.
"To make it more entertaining, we should add some prizes to the game - if he can't solve the problem, I'll break your neck - wouldn't that be more fun?"
"------" Fenghuang's face turned purple and she stretched out her hand to pull Wu Chi's hand away. But Wu Chi was not moved at all. With a little force from her fingers, all the strength in her body was drained away.
"Fang Yan, don't let me down-----" Wu Chi grinned and said, "Pick this Yama Flower-----or watch her die-----" (To be continued)