Chapter 567, phew!

Pain!

Tearing pain!

Fang Yan touched his head with his hand, and a large patch of viscous water stained the palm between his fingers.

Sure enough, as Fang Yan expected, his head was broken and bleeding!

Smart people are so cool, everything is in their own calculations. Including being beaten like a dog.

Fang Yan hurriedly touched his face again, and the red wetness on his hands was all stained with the skin on his face. It made it impossible for him to tell if his face was hurt or not.

"Hopefully there is no disfigurement. Fang Yan prayed secretly in his heart.

With one hand, he leaped straight into the air. When he fell, he was already on his toes first.

Martial idiot Hou Zhendong did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, he stood in place and looked at Fang Yan, and said, "Boy, you are too careless. ”

Fang Yan nodded and said, "Indeed, I was too careless. You're amazing, even more powerful than I thought. ”

A smile appeared on the face of the martial idiot and said, "You are not weak either. Those who were hit by the fatal blow of my sword array in a hurry and did not cut off an arm or leg can be regarded as the top figure of the younger generation. ”

"A man who can fight against Qinglong Mo lightly----- how can he be a simple man?"

The smile on the face of the martial idiot froze, and he said angrily: "Bastard boy, how are you talking? Are you praising or are you hurting me? What is a man who can fight against Qinglong Mo's light enemy, how can he be a simple man? I am an opponent of the same level as Mo Qingdi's peers. Why is it like a great honor for me to fight him? Heroes are falling, masters are hard to find, do you understand this feeling?"

"Understood. Fang Yan nodded. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have found me. ”

"You're going to put gold on your face. The first time I saw you being relieved by your fairy offering flowers, I thought about making this kid suffer some hardships, and then I met a few times, and I wanted to take you into the pit. Every time I use my foot to crack it, you lose your judgment when you fight, thinking that I will only use my foot to crack. I didn't expect you kid to really get into ----- and not as smart as that little girl said. ”

"Little girl?" Fang Yan was stunned.

The martial idiot looked at Fang Yan with a look of resentment, and said, "Your little white face is really wolf-hearted, and when you have a new person, you forget the old one." When we met for the first time, you took a girl to drink tea in a teahouse by the Pearl River, and it was only a few days----- when I went to look for you today, I got together with another girl. Your conscience has been eaten by dogs, and why do you always have such beautiful women around you? Where did you find that?"

“-----”

The topic of the martial idiot jumped too fast, making Fang Yan feel like he was overwhelmed.

Wu Idiot waved his hand and said: "Life wants life, I have been obsessed with martial arts all my life, martial arts is the sexiest woman for me------ you kid enjoy all the blessings in the world, then let me also feel this boundless spring." ”

"-------" some people, you have to admire his language skills. No matter how serious the topic is, coming out of his mouth makes people feel like they have a lewd and obscene temperament.

Fang Yan was still thinking about what to say to bring this bad atmosphere back to the right path, and the martial idiot was already very impatient.

Seeing that he didn't make any moves, he raised his right foot and stomped hard. A strong white air stream rushed out, like a long white dragon, drilling holes in the hard stone ground.

Click-----

It was the sound of grass and trees being cut off, and there was no room for resistance.

A long crack appeared on the ground, and the long dragon of air currents pointed directly at the location where Fang Yan was standing.

After stomping out, the martial idiot lowered his body and dived in the direction of Fang Yan's location.

He clenched his hands into fists and slammed his fist towards Fang Yan's face.

Woo ----

A white lightning bolt flashed in front of Fang Yan, because the night was too dark, and because the lightning was too white, the surrounding positions within a radius of several meters were as bright as day.

Hiss-la-la-la------

Where lightning flickered, sparks were emitted from the burning air.

Fang Yan's toes touched the ground, and he continuously performed the swaying steps of the drunken crane riding the wind, and his body kept retreating towards the rear.

Wu Idiot seized the initiative and went on the offensive.

One punch missed, and another punch came out.

Woo -----

White lightning appeared again, and the white lightning reflected the cold and serious face of the martial idiot, which was almost ruthless.

The martial idiot in serious combat is not handsome, but it makes people feel full of manliness.

"Strange, how could I have such an idea?" Fang Yan thought with annoyance, he felt that he had been led astray by a martial idiot, and he could no longer be a decent and beautiful man.

Fang Yan still used the drunken crane to ride the wind to dodge, and dealt with the intention with the unintentional.

The trick of the drunken crane riding the wind is that as long as it feels the air current, it will avoid it in the opposite direction. Every punch and kick that someone throws out is 'wind' to him. With the strength of the good wind, it helps me to go to the clouds.

Fang Yan couldn't get on the clouds, he was still moving quickly at the top of this sword peak.

The martial idiot's attacks had already been connected into a formation, fists into fist formations, countless white airflow lightning burst out in front of him, and countless stars appeared and destroyed in mid-air, and as a result, he had a short life.

Lightning bolt after lightning, countless lightning bolts staggered and collided, once again brewing a lightning ball that was calm on the outside but violent on the inside, and once it exploded, it could shatter people's bones.

Fang Yan had already suffered a loss once, so he wouldn't touch those lightning bolts again.

Even if he was very confident in his Tai Chi Heart, even if he could clearly see the lines of each punch thrown out by the martial idiot in the Tai Chi Domain, and could find the safest gap in the countless red lines and then put his arm into it----

However, he would never do such a stupid thing again.

The martial idiot's attacks were getting faster and faster, and the movement of his fists with both hands had turned into a cloud of phantoms. The light and shadow of the fist and the lightning are intertwined, and the picture is both beautiful and dangerous.

His body rushed forward like an angry bull, rumbling with every step and shaking.

Fang Yan's small steps were getting faster and faster, and finally Fang Yandi's figure also disappeared into the fist shadow and lightning.

Having close contact and face-to-face battles, Fang Yan really felt the horror of the martial idiot.

His hands could crack the air, and so did his feet crack the earth's crust with every step he took.

In other words, Fang Yan had to meet his fists, and he had to beware of the endless small movements of his feet.

Whether he was hit by him in the upper plate or attacked by him in the lower plate, he would immediately crack it with his cracking skill---- with Fang Yan's understanding of him, he would definitely be able to do this kind of thing.

Retreating is not Fang Yan's style, escaping is.

He really wanted to turn around and run down the hill. If you can run away.

He didn't rob Ye Wenrou with himself, and his own father was not killed by him---- why did he fight like this?

Oh, by the way, Fang Yan has anger in his heart.

Fang Yan decided to release the anger that had accumulated in his body that was extremely heavy and almost overflowing, and when he thought so in his heart, he had already thought of clenching his fists and fighting back.

Just now he wanted to fight back with a punch, but the martial idiot blasted out more than a dozen punches in a row, and more than a dozen punches turned into more than a dozen lightning bolts-----

People with deep internal strength are willful, and this fist is like not asking for money.

Fang Yan had no choice but to continue to retreat.

Straight back all the time.

However, if he retreated, he would be forced to the edge of the cliff by the martial idiot.

He was getting closer and closer to the cliff, and he could already hear his retreating feet kicking the rocks out and tumbling down the hill.

There is no way to retreat, and you have to retreat again!

According to the martial idiot's attack method, there was already a plan to force Fang Yan off the cliff.

Like a raging storm, like a beaded curtain broken. Such as playing the lute, like plucking the guitar.

The martial idiot is completely immersed in his own sense of rhythm.

When a person does something extremely smoothly, there is a sense of rhythm.

This is true when singing, when typing, and when fighting people.

At this time, even if the martial idiot didn't have the intention of beating Fang Yan to death, he couldn't stop what he was doing now.

Because it's the most wonderful thing in the world.

For martial idiots, this is a million times more wonderful than the love between men and women.

Crack work!

Cracks everywhere!

The punches he swung out, the feet he kicked out, the slaps he slapped out, and even the loud roars of opening his mouth because he was too happy----

The lips are sharp, and the mouth is lightning.

"Ah------h

The martial idiot yelled.

He felt that today's fight was too enjoyable.

This feeling of hitting as much as you want is so comfortable.

When I used to fight with people, the strength was weak, and I couldn't bear him with three punches and two kicks and fell down. The strong one, he was knocked down after a while.

Of course, this almost never happened.

Just once or twice, two or three times-----

But Fang Yan was different, no matter how he hit and bombarded, Fang Yan retreated back lightly.

Don't underestimate the word 'retreat', in the eyes of real masters, retreat is more difficult than advance.

Because the human body function is to get used to moving forward, it is easy to be unsteady or knocked down by objects when retreating.

Moreover, under his high-tempo punch strike, Fang Yan was still methodical even when he was retreating, and he kept trying to counterattack.

That's a lot of money!

"Happy---- fight hard------" the martial idiot shouted loudly. He wanted to tear all the clothes off his body and run naked on the top of this mountain.

"Phew------" Fang Yan spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

"Happy----- woo ------" The martial idiot only felt a mouthful of thick phlegm slip into his mouth, and before he could react, it had already flowed downstream.