Wu Chi's worries are not unnecessary. 6↙Top 6↙ Point 6↙Little 6↙ said that he just swallowed the phlegm that Fang Yan spit into his stomach. If Fang Yan has any infectious diseases such as tuberculosis and AIDS, wouldn't he also be in trouble
Besides, this guy is sitting among thousands of flowers, covered in flowers and leaves. No one will believe you if you say he doesn’t have AIDS------
I feel disgusted for asking such a question, and I feel uneasy if I don't ask.
After hesitating for a long time, he couldn't help but express his worries.
"Are you okay?"
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 to fight you tonight. Now that I'm here, we'll fight, and the matter is over. ? The boy is a late learner, has not practiced martial arts for a long time, and his kung fu is not high. Seniors should find more powerful opponents to compete with and communicate with each other. Only then can they be the real opponents of their seniors and satisfy their warlike desires."
The martial arts idiot was furious, pointed at Fang Yan and cursed: "Why are you so stubborn and cursing people? What are you saying that you are a junior in martial arts and don't have good kung fu? You don't have the kung fu to do it?" Gao, how did you knock me away? How did you break my cracking sword formation? You are a laggard, so the rest of us deserve to die? Young man, don’t be too arrogant or arrogant when you speak, otherwise you will be kicked Iron-----"
Fang Yan thought about it seriously and said with great humility: "Thank you, senior, for reminding me. I will definitely keep your words in mind. If I really have a chance to kick the iron plate next time, I will definitely try my best to kick it through-- --"
"-------"
Fang Yan waved his hand, turned around and started to walk down the mountain, saying: "Senior, it's getting late. My lungs are not good recently, and my family even made me Tremella and Sydney porridge. I hurried back to have a bowl of porridge - ----"
"Want to run?" Wu Chi sneered. "This has just begun, and you want to go down the mountain already?"
"Isn't it over already?" Fang Yan asked doubtfully. He was knocked down once by Wu Chi, and then he broke his lightning planet and knocked him down even more ferociously. Although on the surface it seems that both sides suffer and everyone wins and loses, everyone is tied, but there are still some differences in the subtleties------I got up quickly when I fell to the ground, and it was bleeding from the head instead of mouth. Blood. Wu Chi didn't move for a long time after he fell to the ground, looking as if he had been beaten to death. In the end, he actually took a selfie with a bruise on his chest - how could it be that he had won
"That's just a warm-up. If a man doesn't fight vigorously and to the death, what kind of decisive battle is it? Do you think it's just a child's play house?"
Before he finished speaking, people started to move.
Wu Chi spoke loudly, but when he rushed over, he made no sound.
This time, Wu Chi did not use the cracking technique. His feet no longer flashed airflow when they landed on the ground, and he did not step on the ground to create cracks one after another.
There is no sound when your feet fall, and there is no trace when you step on the snow.
His toes touched the ground, and as soon as his toes touched the ground, his whole body jumped up high.
He is like a rubber ball filled with air, light and flexible, as if he is walking on the grass tips and branches.
This is completely different from the martial arts idiot who just punched, thundered, and struck with lightning on his feet. Anyone who saw him would admire this middle-aged man's god-like speed and ghost-like execution of various difficult moves.
Rou Kung!
This time, Fang Yan really had respect and admiration for the martial arts idiot Hou Zhendong.
Just as ice and fire cannot melt together, soft and hard are also natural enemies.
The Cracking Kung Fu is an extremely powerful and rigid Kung Fu. It can be performed like thunder and lightning, and will cause death if touched. He charged towards Fang Yan with a devastating force, a posture that wanted to crush and destroy all the obstacles in front of him.
But softness is the opposite. It seems that the posture is light and gentle, but it is hard to guard against and unavoidable. It can kill people invisibly in an understatement.
Gentle strength is not Tai Chi, but it is similar to Tai Chi's four or two movements of a thousand pounds.
For a weapon like a sword, one hard sword is worse than one soft one. Ten years of training on a hard sword will take thirty years on a soft sword.
Some people are good at using hard weapons and can use them to the extreme. For example, Qinglong should not underestimate the enemy's spear.
Some people are good at using soft weapons and can turn soft swords and whips into part of their bodies. For example, Black Dragon's Hundred Ghost Beards and Ye Wenwen'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 god in that field. If you are half-hearted, you may face undesirable results for both parties.
Others were unwilling to do it, but Wu Chi did it.
Because he is obsessed with martial arts, Wu Chi is unwilling to give up any opponent or give up any attempt. Therefore, he can be listed as one of the Seven Idiots of China.
Be serious out of respect, cautious out of admiration.
Seeing Wu Chi's body rushing towards him almost as if he was floating, Fang Yan's long gown swung slightly, the Fang family's bougainvillea spread out, and he took the initiative to greet Wu Chi.
The distance got closer, and Xiao Qinlong grabbed Wu Chi's wrist with his hand.
Wu Chi flipped over and Fang Yan dunked again.
Wu Chi counterattacked again, and when Fang Yan avoided it, he dunked again.
There was no sound of air flow, and there was no glint of sword or shadow.
One wants to grab the opponent's wrist, while the other counterattacks while flipping to dodge.
If it fails, deduct again.
If you fail again, you will be deducted again.
His wrists were flying and his fingers were like lightning.
In just a short period of time, they had fought each other three hundred and sixty-eight times.
Every shot contains two actions: offensive and defensive, and these two actions contain endless changes.
This is the simplest duel, because it's just two people standing there and doing flips of hands.
This is also the most dangerous duel. If either side is a step too late or is accidentally caught by the other side, their advantage will be lost, and they will face a storm of blows.
The possibility of killing him in one hit is also very high!
Wu Chi's victory lies in his elegant and elegant moves, which can be said to be elusive.
With the help of Fang Yansheng in the Heart of Tai Chi, in the Tai Chi Realm, the trajectory of every change of Wu Chi's moves can be clearly seen -----
After more than 300 flips and attacks, Wu Chi finally became impatient.
He roared angrily, and his body suddenly floated high into the air like a balloon.
His body was spinning wildly in mid-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 covered by the tornado and immediately entered the eye of the storm.
The mouth cannot speak, the eyes cannot see. All that could be heard was the whistling of the wind and the indistinguishable howling of ghosts and wolves.
Since I'm not allowed to see or listen, then I simply won't watch or listen.
Fang Yan stood still and simply closed his eyes!
call----
A fist came suddenly and hit Fang Yan's ear.
The ears are one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body, and they are very close to the important point of the temple. One punch and the whole head will explode.
The fist was hidden in the darkness and came together with the sound of the wind. It's hard to find that it exists.
But how can this deceive Fang Yan, who has the heart of Tai Chi
Fang Yan tilted his head, just in time to avoid the punch.
Another kick, wrapped in the wind, was thrust towards Fang Yan's crotch. Fang Yan was filled with hatred and moved his body three steps to the side, just in time to avoid this vicious attack.
Then, overwhelming attacks came from all directions.
Fang Yan clearly felt that Wu Chi was not fighting alone, but countless people were fighting with him.
What he faced was not a single person, but a group of unfathomable evil spirits.
call----
Fang Yan punched out, but there was no sound except the sound of wind.
"Little pretty face, don't struggle in vain--I am the cotton power, my heart is cotton, my body is cotton, everything about me is cotton. Cotton is always floating in the wind--- --" Wu Chi showed off his unique skills loudly while attacking Fang Yan from all directions.
"Save it, I advise you to save some strength-----How can you hit the cotton? Before your fist hits, the airflow has already washed away the cotton-----"
"Does this move look familiar to you? Yes, it is based on Mo Qingdi's insights from Zuihe Chengfeng ------"
"What kind of realization is this?" Fang Yan sneered in his heart. "Is it obvious that this is plagiarism? Are you still shameless?"
"Whether it's inspiration or plagiarism - anyway, this is my cotton skill now - Zuihe Chengfeng is just a set of steps, but I turned it into a systematic set of skills. Could it be that this Isn’t that considered self-created?”
"Don't underestimate the genius of the enemy, but he doesn't care about martial arts, and is greedy for the love and love in the world. If he wholeheartedly pursues the truth, how could he lose to Shenlong? What a pity! Hateful!"
Fang Yan said nothing, just closed his eyes and felt it seriously.
Feel the pervasive punches and kicks, feel the cracking skills that appear in the tornado from time to time.
Yes, Wu Chi is a martial arts prodigy. He is sometimes frivolous and sometimes tough. He is a cotton ball, but this cotton ball can display the most powerful and rigid cracking technique.
Huhuhu-----
The wind howls!
Ao Ao Ao ------
The ghost screams like a wolf!
Thunderclap-----
This is the lightning light and shadow of the cracking technique.
Wu Chi can bring about such a large battle alone and use three styles of martial arts to duel with people.
Fang Yan felt aggrieved in his heart, feeling that he was being completely suppressed and beaten.
"Baby face, punch, hit - use your most powerful kung fu, use your Tai Chi heart - let me see how strong you are, let me see how strong you are. Are you the top master of Tai Chi------"
"Fang Yan, be angry and fight desperately, otherwise you will never have a chance again ------"
哐------
Fang Yan's body jumped upright like an arrow, and then punched out!
It's like a human anti-aircraft gun!
The wind stopped and the clouds stopped.
The lightning disappeared, and so did the howling of the wolves.
Wu Chi's body flew high into the air, reaching a height that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.
"He flies so high!" Fang Yan looked up and muttered to himself.