Chapter 569, he flew so high!

The worries of the martial idiot are not superfluous. He swallowed the phlegm that Fang Yan had just swallowed into his stomach, if Fang Yan had any infectious diseases such as tuberculosis and AIDS, wouldn't he be unlucky?

Besides, this kid is covered in flowers and leaves, and no one believes him if you say he doesn't have AIDS------

I feel disgusted to ask such a question, and I feel very uncomfortable not to ask.

After hesitating for a long time, I couldn't help but say what I was worried about.

"You're not sick, are you?"

Fang Yan is not sick, even if he does, it is only heart disease.

Fang Yan looked at the martial idiot, arched his hand, and said: "Senior, you asked me to come to the top of Yijian Peak tonight to fight with you, and now that I have come, let's fight too, and the matter is over, right? Seniors, let's find more powerful opponents to learn from. Only then can they act as the real opponents of their predecessors and satisfy their belligerent desires. ”

The martial idiot was furious, pointed at Fang Yan and scolded: "You stinky boy, why do you turn around and curse people? What do you say that you are not good at martial arts after you have finished learning---- you are not high in martial arts, how did you beat me away? How did you break my cracking skill sword formation? You are a late learner, then we people deserve to die? Young man, don't be too arrogant and arrogant when you speak, otherwise you will kick the iron plate -----"

Fang Yan thought about it seriously, and said with great humility: "Thank you seniors for reminding me, I will definitely keep the words of seniors in mind." If I do have the opportunity to kick the iron plate next time, I will definitely try to kick it through----"

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Fang Yan waved his hand, turned around and was about to walk down the mountain, and said, "Senior, it's not too early. I have been suffering from bad lungs recently, and my family has made me white fungus pear porridge. I'm in a hurry to go back and drink a bowl of porridge-----"

"Want to run?" the martial idiot sneered. "You're just getting started, and you want to go down?"

"Isn't it already over?" Fang Yan asked suspiciously. He was defeated once by the martial idiot, and then he broke his lightning planet and knocked him down even more ferociously. Although on the surface, it seems that both sides are losing and losing, and everyone is tied, but there are still some differences in the subtleties------ when he fell to the ground, he quickly got up, and it was a bleeding head, not a bloody mouth. After the martial idiot fell to the ground, he didn't move for a long time, and he looked like he was beaten to death, and in the end, he even took a selfie with a mouthful of blood in his chest---- no matter how you look at it, he won, right?

"It was just a warm-up. What kind of decisive battle is it that a manly husband doesn't fight, and if you live and die---- what kind of decisive battle is it? Do you think it's a child's house?"

Before the words were finished, the people were already moving.

The martial idiot spoke vigorously, but when he rushed over, he was silent.

This time, the martial idiot did not perform the cracking skill, his feet no longer flashed when he landed, and he did not step on the ground one after another.

There is no sound of footholding, and there is no trace of stepping on the snow.

His toes touched the ground, and as soon as his toes touched the ground, his whole body jumped high.

He is like a ball full of air, light and flexible, like walking on the tips of grass and branches.

This is similar to the martial arts idiot who just swung his fist and thundered with lightning and his feet attacked vigorously, and anyone who saw him would admire this middle-aged man's god-like speed and ghostly movements of various difficult movements.

Jiugong!

This time, Fang Yan really had respect and admiration for the martial idiot Hou Zhendong.

Just as ice and fire cannot be combined, soft and hard are also a pair of natural enemies.

The cracking skill belongs to the strongest and strongest kung fu, and it is like thunder and lightning when it is used, and it will die when touched. Charging towards Fang Yan with a devastating momentum, a posture that wanted to crush and destroy all the people in front of him.

But the softness is the opposite, it looks light and feminine, but it makes people unguardable, unavoidable, and invisibly kills people in an understatement.

Flexibility is not Tai Chi, but it is similar to Tai Chi's four or two thousand catties.

For a weapon like a sword, a hard sword is not as good as a soft, a hard sword is practiced for ten years, and a soft sword has to be practiced for thirty years.

There are people who are good at using hard weapons, and they can use hard weapons to the extreme. For example, Qinglong Mo underestimated the enemy's spear.

Some people are good at using soft weapons, and can turn soft swords and soft whips into a part of their body. For example, the black dragon's hundred ghost whiskers and Ye's gentle long whip.

However, there are very few people who can practice both weapons or strength at the same time.

One is that it takes too much time and energy to do that, and the other is that only by specializing in one type can you become a god in that field. If you are half-hearted, you risk facing an outcome that is unflattering to both sides.

Others were unwilling to do it, but the martial idiot did.

Because of his obsession with martial arts, martial arts idiots are unwilling to give up any opponent and unwilling to let go of any kind of attempt. Therefore, he can be ranked as one of the seven idiots in China.

Serious because of respect, cautious because of admiration.

Seeing the body of the martial idiot almost rushing towards him as if it was fluttering, Fang Yan's robe swung slightly, and the Fang family's triangular plum blossom stepped out, and took the initiative to greet the martial idiot.

The distance is shortened, and the little dragon snatcher goes to buckle the hand of the martial idiot.

The martial idiot flipped over, and Fang Yan deducted it again.

The martial idiot flipped and counterattacked again, and Fang Yan dodged and then deducted when he came.

There was no sound of air currents, and there was no sword or sword.

One wants to hold off the opponent's hand, and the other flips to dodge and counterattacks.

Fail, deduct again.

If you fail again, you will deduct again.

Wrists fly, fingers like electricity.

In just a split second, they had already fought each other three hundred and sixty-eight times.

Each shot consists of two actions, attack and defense, and these two actions contain endless variations.

This is the simplest duel, because it's just two people standing and flipping their hands.

This is also the most dangerous matchup, either side is a step slower or accidentally caught by the opponent, the advantage is lost, and the face is a stormy blow.

The possibility of killing in one hit is also very high!

The martial idiot is better at the elegant moves, and the shot can be called unusual.

Fang Yansheng was in the heart of Tai Chi, and in the Tai Chi domain, every change of skill trajectory of the martial idiot was clearly visible-----

After more than 300 flips and mutual attacks, the martial idiot finally became a little impatient.

He roared, and suddenly his body floated high into the air like a balloon.

His body spun wildly in midair, and the air currents from the rotation turned into a black whirlpool of wind.

The wind swept in, enveloping Fang Yan on the ground.

Call----

Fang Yan was overwhelmed by the tornado, and suddenly entered the eye of the storm.

The mouth cannot speak, and the eyes cannot see. All I could hear was the whirring wind and the indistinguishable howl of ghosts and wolves.

Since you don't let me watch or listen, then I simply don't watch or listen.

Fang Yan stood still and simply closed his eyes!

Call----

A fist suddenly 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. With a punch, the whole head will burst.

The fist was hidden in the darkness and came with the wind. It's hard to spot it.

However, how could this fool Fang Yan, who had the heart of Tai Chi?

Fang Yan's head was tilted, just avoiding that punch.

Another kick wrapped in the wind towards Fang Yan's lower yin position, Fang Yan hated it in his heart, and his body moved three steps to the side, just avoiding this fierce attack.

Then, overwhelming attacks came from all directions.

Fang Yan clearly felt that the martial idiot was not fighting alone, but countless people were fighting with him.

He is not confronted by one person, but by an unfathomable group of demons.

Call----

Fang Yan punched out, and there was no sound except for the sound of the wind hitting each other.

"Little white face, don't do useless struggles---- I am cotton, my heart is cotton, my body is cotton, everything I have is cotton. Cotton is always floating in the wind-----" The martial idiot attacked Fang Yan from all directions while loudly showing off his unique skills.

"Save it, I advise you to save some strength----- how can you hit the cotton------?

"Do you think this trick is familiar? Yes, this is based on Mo Xiao's drunken crane riding the wind------

"What kind of perception is it?" Fang Yan sneered in his heart. "Is it plagiarism if it's clear?

"Whether it's perception or plagiarism---- anyway, now it's my cotton skill------ drunken crane riding the wind is just a set of steps, but I have turned it into a set of systematic kung fu, isn't this self-created?"

"Don't underestimate the geniuses of the sky, but don't think about martial arts, and covet the love and love of the world. If he was bent on seeking the Dao, how could he lose to the Divine Dragon? It's a pity!

Fang Yan didn't say a word, just closed his eyes and felt it seriously.

Feel the pervasive punches and kicks, and feel the cracking power that appears in the tornado from time to time.

Yes, the martial idiot is a martial arts wizard, he is sometimes frivolous, sometimes hard. He is a cotton, but this cotton is capable of exerting the strongest and strongest cracking power.

Huhuhu-----

The wind is howling!

Ao Ao Ao ------

The ghost screams and the wolf moans!

Thunderbolt-----

This is the lightning light and shadow of the cracking work.

Martial idiots alone can bring such a big battle, using three styles of martial arts to duel with people.

Fang Yan felt very aggrieved in his heart, and felt that he was completely pressed and beaten by others.

"Little white face, punch, shoot---- use your most powerful kung fu to 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 a chance to ------ again"

Syllable------

Fang Yan's body jumped upright like an arrow, and then blasted out with a punch!

It's like a humanoid anti-aircraft gun!

The wind stopped, and the clouds stopped.

The lightning was gone, and the sound of the wolf howling was gone.

The body of the martial idiot flew high into the air, reaching a height that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

"He's flying so high!" Fang Yan looked up and muttered to himself.