In the end, there was no more conflict, and the old man was not a stubborn person, and he would protect those who listened to him and surrendered obediently.

As for those who do not listen to dissuasion and insist on doing evil, they turn a blind eye.

And under the premise that the Agni Fire Hall is eyeing the tiger, there are no uninteresting people who will be too interested to choose the latter, and they have relented.

As for the thoughts of these people, the Flame Hall led by Rob knew very well that these Emperor Gang members were just taking a step back, and if they just said a few words, they would be willing to disband, which was obviously unrealistic.

Rob clearly knows this, after today, as long as Di'an raises his arms again in the north of the city, these guys will definitely make a comeback and raise the banner of the Emperor Gang again.

However, knowing this, Rob can only compromise, judging from the previous situation of the broken hair man and the old man, it is only one round, the two are immediately superior, the old man has shown unparalleled strength, which can not be described as terrifying, and it is undoubtedly the biggest variable tonight.

There is helplessness in this, but more of it is still under control.

As the soul of the Emperor Evil Gang, Di An can certainly reorganize the Emperor Evil Gang, but the premise is that he can come back safe and sound, otherwise, everything will be empty talk!

The overcrowded streets suddenly became empty as the two gangs left, and the cold evening breeze blew from the streets, only adding to the gloom.

The old man was thinly dressed, standing alone in this lonely night, leaning over his body, holding a babel stick, gently rubbing it.

The whole body of the stick is cold, the surface has the color of time, the large and small pits are different, and the whole is a little rough.

The old man's eyes were distracted, looking at this Tongtian stick, the cloudy old eyes were sometimes kind, sometimes mixed with a hint of complicated meaning, and only after a long time did he shake his head and sigh: "It's passed, more than thirty years......

I vaguely remember that it was summer.

The bluestone ancient temple is built by the mountain, and in the afternoon of midsummer, the sound of cicadas is endless.

Within the walls of the ancient temple, a young man was under the ancient tree by the well, holding a long wooden stick, wielding the sweat on his forehead wantonly, tirelessly.

"Xiao An, take a rest, you will suffer from heat stroke on this hot day. ”

"Master. ”

The boy first shouted respectfully, then stopped what he was doing, put the stick aside, and stood honestly.

The person who came was an old monk, I saw him nod, and then stepped forward and took out two baked cakes, "This is just baked by Aunt Wang under the mountain, you are now at the age of growing your body, eat more." ”

The young man's joy was undisguised, and he smiled honestly: "Thank you, master." ”

Soon, under the young man's swallowing of dates, the two roasted cakes disappeared in an instant, and after drinking a small well water, the young man couldn't wait to perform a stick in front of the old monk.

"Very good, this set of stick methods lasted a year, and now you are officially on the threshold. ”

Hearing this, the young man was a little disappointed, "Master, I remember every move and style of the stick method you taught me clearly, and I can also type it accurately, is this just the beginning?"

The old monk smiled, but did not speak, under the incomprehensible gaze of the young man, he stood in a spacious place, and then slowly played a Tai Chi move.

The young man is suspicious, he is familiar with Taijiquan, but he doesn't know what the old monk means by playing at this time?

However, as the old man gradually got better, it was the young man who showed a trace of surprise, only to see that under this bland and boring move, the old monk's movements faintly resonated with the air flow, with his movements, the leaves on the ground were windless and automatic, and finally formed a yin and yang gossip array, which was really incredible.

Under the young man's dumbfounded gaze, the old monk accepted the recruitment, as if it was normal, and said slowly: "Martial arts is a journey, and it has only been a year and a half to be familiar with the moves, and it is the simplest." And if you want to truly comprehend its essence, you must go through years of accumulation and unremitting repeated practice before you can achieve great success. ”

The young man was a little discouraged, and then he cheered up, "Yes, master, I will work hard, and I will definitely succeed in my studies one day." ”

The old man touched the young man's head, looked kind, and then muttered for a moment before he said: "I just saw that your stick method has been a little successful, if you use this wooden stick to practice in the future, I am afraid it will be difficult to be effective, there is something here for the teacher, it may be beneficial to you." ”

An old man and a young man, then moved to a side room, under the young man's unknown gaze, the old monk took a pitch-black iron rod from the hand of the Buddha statue.

"The name of this thing is Tongtian Stick, and in the future, I will use it to practice diligently. ”

"Babel Stick!"

The young man muttered, but when he took the iron rod from the old monk's hand, his complexion changed suddenly, and he immediately changed to holding it with both hands, and his face turned red: "Master, this is ...... That's too heavy......"

"Hehe, there is nothing difficult in the world, work hard......"

A few years later.

"Today, you have reached the age of eighteen, and it is time to go down the mountain, do you remember what the teacher told you?"

The former teenager has become a young man, and the height of 1.8 meters is tall and powerful because of his perennial martial arts.

"Know that you should be self-reliant, keep to yourself, do not steal or rob, and do not abuse force to do anything that violates any law or morality. ”

"In that case, then go down the mountain!"

The old monk finally glanced at the young man, then turned around and slowly disappeared at the gate of the ancient temple.

Under the sunset, the young man was pious, turning back step by step, along the steps, kneeling down layer by layer, until the foot of the mountain, he reluctantly left.

......

The picture turns back to the lucky stars.

In the underground arena, the situation in the ring can be said to be a peak and a turn, a hundred turns, and after several ups and downs, the two are inseparable from each other again.

Although I didn't know the doorway, it didn't affect the intense viewing experience, and they all offered enthusiastic shouts and cheers.

The five shapes fisted each other, and Qu Jinyan did not get any benefits, but it was also an advantage to change the predicament of being suppressed by Di'an before.

On the other hand, Di'an, although he did not fall behind, the overall situation did not seem to be good, and he became more and more impatient. Even though he had several kinds of martial arts, he fell into stubbornness, and only used the five-shaped fist to fight against Qu Jinyan, vowing to distinguish the superior.

"Impossible! I have been immersed in the five-shaped fist for decades to have the papermaking you have today, why can you get to such a point overnight?"

The two were separated for a short time, and Di An couldn't hold back the shock in his heart, and blurted out.

Qu Jinyan didn't know how to answer this question, he didn't have too deep contact with martial arts, and he couldn't say why.

He just followed Di'an's movements, and after a few rounds, he found that wonderful artistic conception on his own, and there was also some luck in it.

Therefore, he simply ignored this answer, and instead glanced at the time on the electronic screen outside the field, and when he looked at Di'an again, he was already in a lofty posture.

"Is this all your strength?"

Hearing this, Di An's face suddenly sank, and he said coldly: "What's the matter? After learning a set of boxing techniques from me, you think you are invincible?"

Qu Jin was silent, but at this time, An Ruo on the high platform got up, and after getting the monkey's report, she slowly nodded to the figure in the ring, and then threw out the ghost face in her hand under the eyes of everyone.

got a response, Qu Jinyan stretched out his hand, and the next moment the ghost face was covered again, and in an instant, he became the Shura ghost face that was cold and killed.

"If, that's all, then tonight, whether it's the Emperor Gang or not...... Or you Di'an, it will cease to exist!"

The low and emotionless voice resounded, and when the pair of pupils under the mask reopened, there suddenly seemed to be a violent wind raging in the field, and Qu Jinyan's momentum suddenly rose into the sky, several times stronger than before, and earth-shaking changes occurred.

Seeing this, Wang Tian suddenly got up, and the cheongsam woman also looked incredulous, and even the bored overlord Rakshasa suddenly sat up straight, her eyes showing surprise.

"You...... Have you retained your strength before?"

Author: There is a time for the Chinese New Year, but it is difficult to meditate, and there are all kinds of things...... For example, blind date!