This old way is to practice Xingyi boxing, most of the movements are straight, bending and stretching, the rhythm is distinct, unpretentious. But it was tight and compact, like a storm, and Zhao Fan, who was pressed against the communication tower, could barely move.

Zhao Fan's speed is also very fast, his hands are dancing at will, although he can't say that the last to come first, but he can always block this old way of making a move.

The sound of bang-bang bang was continuous, and the sound of the system prompt was also one after another, Zhao Fan's face was a little dignified, and he tried his best to deal with it.

If he stood still and let this old way fight, it would actually be a little painful at most, and with his defensive power, this old way would not be able to kill him. But he came to kill someone, the intention of these people was obvious, they wanted to kidnap Zhao Rui to threaten him, how could he let them live?

"At such a young age, I actually practiced to this extent. ”

"It's a pity, if it weren't for such a vicious mind, it might be a generation of grandmasters in the future!"

Zhao Fan's face was solemn, this old way was even more amazing, how old is Zhao Fan? Even if he has been practicing martial arts since his mother's womb, how many years has he only been practicing?

Between the two of them, they have been on the right for dozens of times, and he didn't have any respite at all, his eyes were calm and indifferent from beginning to end, and he didn't show any decline.

"A master who pretends to be a fart, when a group of big men join forces to deal with a little girl, why don't you speak? Why don't you say that these people have evil intentions when dozens of knives slashed at me just now?"

"If you want to fight, I'll fight with you, don't take out your robber theory and show it in front of me, make me sound disgusting. ”

Zhao Fan sneered, and with a sneering step, his figure flashed behind the old Taoist priest in an instant, and his hands were staggered, and he slammed down on the back of the old Taoist.

"Huh?"

The old Taoist priest's expression moved, his face was full of surprise, his body turned, and he jumped out lightly, looking at Zhao Fan's face in surprise.

Fu Shenghong had slipped to the trailhead at this moment, and Zhao Fan didn't care about it at first, thinking that he was going to avoid this battle, for fear of being injured by mistake. Who knew that he didn't stop at all, and ran down the hill with his legs open.

"You can't run away!"

Zhao Fan snorted coldly, didn't make any more moves towards the old road, hooked his feet, and a strong man who was still wailing at his feet was hooked up and flew towards Fu Shenghong.

This strong man was frightened, and his mouth let out a scream like killing a pig, and he peed his pants in an instant.

As soon as the mournful shouts appeared, the old road, which was not far away, had already rushed over. Reaching out to the man's leg, with a lot of skill, the man spun a fist in the air and stood firmly on the ground.

Cold sweat was dripping down the face of this unlucky guy, and his legs were weak before he could stand for a second, he collapsed on the ground, shaking like chaff.

"At a young age, the killing nature is so heavy, there is a poor way, you will never be allowed to kill another person!"

Lao Dao didn't stop, and stopped in front of Zhao Fan again, using the bear shape in Xingyi Fist, and the power of every move was extremely terrifying. Although Zhao Fan raised his hand to block it, every blow would make him take a step back, and he couldn't get out of the control of this old way at all, and watched Fu Shenghong run down the mountain.

This time, Zhao Fan obviously felt the incomparably strong energy in Lao Dao's body, and actually suppressed the warm breath in his body a little, making his breath a little unsmooth.

"Since you want to die, then I will fulfill you first!"

With a thought in his heart, he quickly added a hundred skill points to the Nameless Exercises, and the Nameless Exercises, which were originally only Level 1, instantly reached Level 2. With a shock to his spirit, he felt a more majestic warm breath scurrying in his body, and let out a low roar in his mouth, and still did not shy away from slamming towards Lao Dao's palm.

"Bang!"

This time, Zhao Fan didn't even move, and the old Dao with an angry face retreated again and again, and withdrew from the distance of four or five steps in the blink of an eye.

"How is that possible?"

Lao Dao was shocked, and before he could make any movements, Zhao Fan had already flashed in front of him with a flying horse. There didn't seem to be the slightest human emotion in his eyes, and his palms slapped towards the top of Lao Dao's head with the sound of whistling wind.

"颛顼運運運開間!"

Lao Dao finally vaguely saw Zhao Fan's footwork this time, and let out an exclamation in his mouth.

The master has made a move, and the victory or defeat is often in an instant, and he was so distracted that he only had time to cross his hands on the top of his head, and Zhao Fan's palm had already fallen.

Zhao Fan saw that Fu Shenghong, who was in the lead, had run away, and this old Taoist priest was entangled, and the killing intent in his heart was unprecedentedly strong, and this palm was almost exhausted.

With two crisp clicks, the old Taoist priest let out a muffled snort and flew upside down like a kite with a broken string. His back slammed into the angle iron of the communication tower, and there was a buzzing sound, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Do you know how to ride a steed?"

Zhao Fan heard Lao Dao's shout, his heart moved, and he didn't continue to make a move, looking at him coldly and asking.

"No wonder you are so powerful, no wonder your methods of killing people are so secretive. Zhao Tianlong's descendants, for the sake of a moment of righteousness, actually used the Zhao family's kung fu to kill a student? It's really majestic, it's really amazing, it's really an eye-opener for me!"

Lao Dao stood up with his back against the iron tower behind him, the blood in his mouth kept dripping down, but his face was full of ridicule and mockery, and he seemed to be screaming out of shape.

"Do you know my master?"

Seeing that this old Taoist priest seemed to know something about his master, Zhao Fan slowly walked up to him and asked in a cold voice.

"Zhao Jia Tianlong, what a heroic character back then, but he cultivated such a ruthless person as you. It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous!"

The old Taoist priest kept shaking his head, looking a little crazy. However, what Zhao Fan heard came out that the old Taoist priest did know his master, and might even know a lot of things he wanted to know.

"Speak well, if you are so yin and yang, believe it or not, I will beat you to death!"

However, this old Taoist has not given him a good face since they met, and he naturally doesn't look very pleasing to the eye, seeing him shouting like a resentful woman in the deep palace, he is also a little impatient, and roars in a deep voice with a dark face.

"You were originally here to kill, since you can't beat you, what choice is there but death? If you want to kill, kill quickly, when Zhao Tianlong kills, he doesn't have so much nonsense from you. ”

Lao Dao gasped a few times, calmed down, and closed his eyes lightly with a sneer on his face.

"When you're old, your mind is still so unclear? You touch your conscience and say, who is trying to kill someone? What are you kidnapping my sister's classmate and tricking her here? Do you want to talk? It's okay to make a face, you seem to be very wronged. Aren't you despicable and shameless to say that I'm ruthless?"

Zhao Fan raised his foot and kicked the two strong men who were humming and chirping aside, and looked at Lao Dao with a sneer and said.

"It's just a ploy to push you out, you see, we didn't hurt that kid. If you hadn't killed people viciously, how could you have made such a fuss? No matter how clever your methods are, you can't escape my eyes, and you dare to say that Fu Shenghong's son was not killed by you?"

The old Taoist priest opened his eyes and glanced at him, with a little pride on his face, and he didn't feel that he had done anything wrong.

"Dragons have reverse scales, people have reverse bones, I killed him, naturally because he deserved to die. If you're lucky enough to be alive, there's a chance you'll figure out what's going on. Now I don't want to talk nonsense with you, answer my questions honestly, and I will consider letting you live. ”

Zhao Fan snorted coldly, did not deny it, and did not bother to explain to the old Taoist priest who had preconceived ideas, still wanting to figure out the old man's affairs from this person's mouth.

"No need, although my Yusong is just a poor Taoist priest in Yuntai Temple, he also has a backbone. I want to wag my tail and beg for mercy on you for the sake of my life, and sing praises for your Zhao family in front of you, a child of the Zhao family, you dream!"

"Kill if you want to, as a child of the Zhao family, you have to inherit a little bit of Zhao Tianlong's style. After killing me, remember to tell Zhao Tianlong, my Yusong life will be returned to your Zhao family. ”

Yusong Lao Dao straightened the rocker, with a sneer on his face, although he was defeated, he still had some blood.

He had already decided that Zhao Fan was a child of the Zhao family, as a child of the Zhao family, how could he not know about the affairs of his family? So in his opinion, Zhao Fan's repeated questions were completely showing off and teasing him.

In this way, the more Zhao Fan asked, the more he resisted, and in the end, he didn't even have any interest in talking to Zhao Fan, so he simply closed his eyes and waited for death.

"Dao Chief, Dao Chief, he's gone!"

After a long time, Yu Song heard the frightened shouts of several strong men who were knocked over by Zhao Fan on the ground, opened his closed eyes, and found that Zhao Fan had already disappeared.

Fu Shenghong was covered in sweat, and the fat on his body kept trembling with every step.

Fu Jiandong died at the hands of Zhao Fan, and it has now been fully confirmed. He thought that his only son was dead, and he was no longer loveless. But at the moment of death, he realized that he was still very afraid.

The fear went deep into his bones and made him shudder.

He had already seen the car in the parking lot not far away, his heart was slightly relieved, and his mind flashed the distorted face after his son's death, and he raised his hand and slapped himself twice.

He hated Zhao Fan to the core. hated him for killing Fu Jiandong and killing his only son.

And at this time, he also hated himself, hated himself for being so useless, the killer was in front of him, but he couldn't do anything but escape.

Slight footsteps sounded behind him, Fu Shenghong subconsciously glanced back, and saw Zhao Fan speeding towards him with a calm face. A scream came out of his mouth, and he was about to take a wild step, when his feet hung on the concrete platform at the edge of the lawn.

The fat body fell to the ground suddenly, and before he could get up, Zhao Fan had already arrived in front of him.

"If you don't move on my sister, I won't kill you!"

Zhao Fan squatted in front of Fu Shenghong, and saw that although his face was full of fear, the ruthlessness in the depths of his eyes was still undisguised. A sigh came out of his mouth, and he reached out and patted him on the neck.

"Ah, don't kill me, don't kill me......"

The moment Zhao Fan's hand touched him, Fu Shenghong was already screaming loudly, and there was a warm feeling in the crotch of his pants, which was already frightened of incontinence.

However, Zhao Fan just patted him, and did not kill him as he imagined.

Seeing Zhao Fan's back gradually moving away, he remembered that when Zhao Fan's palm was slapped just now, there seemed to be a slight stinging pain in his neck. His face changed suddenly, and he jumped up from the ground with all his strength, and ran frantically towards the top of the mountain.

"Dao Chief, save me, save me!"

Fu Shenghong, who was wheezing so much that his lungs were about to explode, estimated that he ran the fastest speed he could run in his life. It only took less than two minutes to run a third of the mountain road, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Yu Song's hands hanging softly beside him, and he rushed over quickly, shouting in an extremely sharp voice.

Yusong also saw him, heard his shout, was slightly stunned, raised his eyes and glanced down the mountain.

Before he could retract this glance, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fu Shenghong's fat body rolling down the steep mountain road like a gourd.