Wu Chi's worry was not unnecessary. He just swallowed the phlegm that Fang Yan spat out. If Fang Yan had any infectious diseases such as tuberculosis or AIDS, wouldn't he be unlucky too
Besides, this guy is sitting in a field of flowers with leaves all over his body. No one would believe you if you said he didn't have AIDS------
I feel disgusting for asking such a question, but I feel uneasy if I don't ask it.
After hesitating for a long time, I couldn't help but speak out my worries.
"You're not ill, are you?"
Fang Yan is not sick, even if he is, it is just a mental illness.
Fang Yan looked at Wu Chi, cupped his hands, and said, "Senior, you asked me to come to the top of Yijian Peak tonight to fight you. Now I am here, and we have fought. Is this the end of it? I am a newcomer, I have not practiced martial arts for a long time, and my skills are not high. Senior, you should find a stronger opponent to learn from. Only they can be your real opponents and satisfy your desire for war."
The martial arts fanatic was furious, pointing at Fang Yan and cursing, "Why are you cursing in a roundabout way, you little brat? You said you are a junior who has not made any progress in martial arts and your skills are not high enough - if you have not made any progress in martial arts and your skills are not high enough, how did you beat me away? How did you break my Tortoise Crack Kung Fu Sword Formation? You are a junior, so the rest of us deserve to die? Young man, don't be so arrogant, otherwise you will hit a wall -"
Fang Yan thought about it seriously, and said very humbly: "Thank you for your reminder, senior. I will keep your words in mind. If I really have a chance to kick against an iron wall next time, I will definitely try my best to kick through the iron wall----"
"------"
Fang Yan waved his hand, turned around and was about to walk down the mountain, saying: "Senior, it's getting late. My lungs have been feeling bad recently, so my family made me some Tremella and Pear porridge. I'm in a hurry to go back and have a bowl of porridge-----"
"Want to run?" Wu Chi sneered. "It's just the beginning, and you want to go down the mountain?"
"Isn't it over?" Fang Yan asked doubtfully. He was knocked down by Wu Chi once, and then he broke his lightning planet and knocked him down even more fiercely. Although on the surface it seemed that both sides were injured and each had a winner and a loser, but there were still some subtle differences - he got up quickly when he fell to the ground, and it was his head that was bleeding, not his mouth. Wu Chi didn't move for a long time after he fell to the ground, and it looked like he was beaten to death by himself. In the end, he even took a selfie with a bruise on his chest - no matter how you look at it, he won, right
"That was just a warm-up. A real man should fight to the death. What kind of decisive battle is that? Do you think it's a child's play?"
Before he finished speaking, people had already started moving.
Wu Chi spoke loudly and vigorously, but when he rushed over, he was silent.
This time, the martial arts fanatic did not use the Turtle Cracking Technique. When his feet landed on the ground, there was no longer any flash of airflow, nor did he create cracks on the ground.
The footsteps are silent and the snow is left without a trace.
His toes touched the ground, and as soon as his toes touched the ground, his whole body jumped high.
He was like an inflated ball, light and flexible, as if he was walking on grass tips and branches.
This is completely different from the martial arts fanatic who had just punched like thunder and attacked with lightning. Anyone who sees him will admire this middle-aged man's godly speed and ghostly movements of various difficult moves.
Soft skills!
This time, Fang Yan truly had respect and admiration for the martial arts fanatic Hou Zhendong.
Just as ice and fire cannot mix, soft and hard are natural enemies.
The Turtle Crack Technique is a very strong and rigid Kung Fu. When it is used, it is as fast as thunder and lightning, and anyone who touches it will die. He charged towards Fang Yan with overwhelming force, as if he was going to crush and destroy all those who stood in his way.
But soft power is the opposite. It looks light and graceful, but it is hard to defend against and unavoidable, and it kills people without leaving any trace.
Soft power is not Tai Chi, but it has the same effect as Tai Chi's "using a little force to move a large object".
For a weapon like a sword, a hard one is worse than a soft one. It takes ten years to practice a hard sword, and thirty years to practice a soft sword.
Some people are good at using hard weapons and can use them to the extreme, such as Qinglong Moqingdi's spear.
Some people are good at using soft weapons, and can turn soft swords and whips into parts of their bodies, such as Black Dragon's Baiguixu and Ye Wenrou's long whip.
However, few people can practice both weapons or strength to the extreme at the same time.
One is that it takes too much time and energy to do so, and the other is that only by specializing in one field can one become a master in that field. If you are indecisive, you may end up with a result that you cannot please both sides.
Others were unwilling to do it, but Wu Chi did it.
Because he is obsessed with martial arts, he is unwilling to give up any opponent and unwilling to give up any attempt. Therefore, he can be listed as one of the seven idiots in China.
Be serious because of respect and be cautious because of admiration.
Seeing Wu Chi's body rushing towards him almost as if floating, Fang Yan swayed his long gown slightly, performed the Fang family's Bougainvillea Blossom Step, and took the initiative to walk towards Wu Chi.
As the distance shortened, Xiao Qinlong used his hand to feel Wu Chi's pulse.
Wu Chi flipped over and Fang Yan dunked again.
Wu Chi turned over and counterattacked, and when Fang Yan dodged, he dunked again.
There was no sound of air flow, nor any flashing of swords or sabers.
One wanted to take the opponent's pulse, while the other one turned over and dodged to counterattack.
Fail, deduct again.
Fail again, deduct again.
His wrists flew and his fingers moved like lightning.
In just a short moment, they had fought each other three hundred and sixty-eight times.
Every move involves two actions: attack and defense, and these two actions contain endless variations.
This is the simplest duel, because it's just two people standing there and flipping their hands over and over.
This is also the most dangerous confrontation. If either party is a step slower or accidentally gets restrained by the other party, all advantages will be lost and they will face a violent storm of attacks.
The possibility of being killed in one blow is also very high!
The martial arts fanatic excels in his graceful moves, and his attacks are elusive.
Fang Yansheng was helped by the Heart of Tai Chi. In the realm of Tai Chi, every move of Wu Chi was clearly visible.
After more than 300 flips and attacks, Wu Chi finally became a little impatient.
He roared, and his body suddenly floated high into the air like a balloon.
His body spun wildly in the air, and the airflow caused by the rotation turned into a dark vortex of wind.
A strong wind swept over and enveloped Fang Yan on the ground.
call----
Fang Yan was engulfed by the tornado and immediately found himself in the eye of the storm.
The mouth cannot speak, the eyes cannot see, and the ears can only hear the whistling of the wind and the indistinguishable howling of ghosts and wolves.
Since you don’t allow me to watch or listen, I’ll just not watch or listen.
Fang Yan stood still and simply closed his eyes!
call----
A fist suddenly came and hit Fang Yan's ear.
The ear is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body, and it is very close to the temple, a vital point. If it is hit by a punch, the whole head will explode.
The fist was hidden in the darkness, and it came along with the sound of the wind, making it difficult to detect its existence.
But how could this deceive Fang Yan, who possessed the heart of Tai Chi
Fang Yan turned his head and just avoided the punch.
Another kick came towards Fang Yan's lower body with the sound of wind. Fang Yan was filled with hatred and moved his body three steps to the side, just avoiding this brutal attack.
Then, overwhelming attacks came from all directions.
Fang Yan clearly felt that Wu Chi was not fighting alone, but there were countless people fighting with him.
What he faced was not a single person, but a group of unfathomable evil spirits.
call----
Fang Yan threw a punch, but there was no sound except the sound of wind.
"Little pretty boy, stop struggling in vain. This is my cotton skill. My heart is cotton, my body is cotton, and everything about me is cotton. Cotton is floating in the wind all the time." The martial arts fanatic attacked Fang Yan from all directions while loudly showing off his unique skills.
"Save some energy, I advise you to save some energy-----How can you hit the cotton? Before your fist hits, the airflow has already washed the cotton away------"
"Does this move look familiar to you? Yes, it is inspired by Mo Qingdi's Drunken Crane Riding the Wind------"
"What kind of enlightenment is this?" Fang Yan sneered in his heart. "Is it obvious that this is plagiarism? Do you still have any shame?"
"Whether it's inspiration or plagiarism, it doesn't matter. Anyway, this is my cotton kung fu now. Drunk Crane Riding the Wind is just a set of steps, but I turned it into a systematic kung fu. Doesn't this count as original creation?"
"Don't underestimate your enemy. He is a genius, but he doesn't think about martial arts, and is obsessed with love affairs. If he was devoted to seeking the truth, how could he lose to the dragon? What a pity! How hateful!"
Fang Yan said nothing, just closed his eyes and felt it carefully.
Feel the punches and kicks that penetrate everywhere, and feel the cracking power that appears from time to time in the tornado.
Yes, Wu Chi is a martial arts prodigy, he is sometimes frivolous, sometimes tough. He is a cotton ball, but this cotton ball can display the strongest and toughest Cracking Skill.
Whoosh whoosh-----
The wind is howling!
Aoaoao------
Ghosts howl and wolves howl!
Thunderbolt-----
This is the lightning and shadow of the Turtle Cracking Technique.
A martial arts fanatic alone can bring such a big scene and duel with others using three styles of martial arts.
Fang Yan felt very wronged and felt that he was being bullied.
"Little white face, punch, punch----use your best kung fu, use your Tai Chi heart-------let me see how strong you are, let me see if you are the top master of Tai Chi------"
"Fang Yan, be angry, fight hard, otherwise you will never have another chance------"
Bang------
Fang Yan's body leaped up like an arrow, and then he punched out!
It's like a human anti-aircraft gun!
The wind stopped and the clouds disappeared.
The lightning disappeared, and so did the sound of the wolves howling.
Wu Chi's body flew high into the sky, reaching a height that was difficult to see with the naked eye.
"He's flying so high!" Fang Yan looked up and muttered to himself. (To be continued)