Brother, it's been a long time. ”

Brother?

Dong Wenfeng looked at the old man who opened his mouth in shock, and then looked at the person on the steps, these two people turned out to be senior brothers? This white-haired old man turned out to be the senior brother of the old man?

"I'm no longer a thief, I'm now titled a white-headed man. The white-haired old man said indifferently.

The old man was slightly silent, "No matter what, you are still my senior brother, and I am still your junior brother." ”

As soon as these words came out, the white-headed real person seemed to be slightly moved, but then he turned around, "Come with me, in the mountains and wilderness, where the hospitality is not good, take care of it." Then he walked up the stairs.

The old man hesitated for a while, but also followed, Dong Wenfeng and Li Tiezhu also followed, while walking, Dong Wenfeng looked at the old man with strange eyes, the old man's face was not laughing at all at this time, a little heavy, as if he was recalling something, Dong Wenfeng secretly slandered himself, is there any earth-shattering emotional story between this old man and his senior brother?

"Yitong, give a few teas. ”

Dong Wenfeng and the others were sitting down in the living room, the white-headed real person called the child just now and asked him to serve tea, Yitong was obviously reluctant, and he finished serving tea slowly, and when it was Dong Wenfeng's turn, he gave him a fierce look.

Dong Wenfeng disagreed, and gave him a grimace back.

"We haven't seen each other in fifty years, right? I wonder if there will be another fifty years, and my senior brother's cultivation has ever touched that level?"

The white-headed real person took a sip of tea, and his expression was indifferent, "The level is too profound, touching a trace, but it is already infinitely useful, the more you touch the depth of the cultivation world, the more difficult it is to practice." ”

Dong Li and the others seemed to be listening to a book from heaven, listening to the two of them talking back and forth for a long time, and in their words, they were all about cultivation, although they seemed to understand it, but they benefited a lot.

"Do you remember the original agreement?" said the old man.

"Of course I do"

Dong Wenfeng on the side suddenly felt that this matter seemed to be related to himself, and maybe it was also related to the child who was clothed.

"One hundred and fifty years ago, the position of the head of the Thief Sect fell into your hands, and we agreed that the victory or defeat of each of us would be decided from the apprentices in the future, and now is the time. The white-headed real man's eyes were blazing, and the aura that was unintentionally revealed made Dong Wenfeng and the others tremble, and he was definitely a great monk no less than the old man.

Dong Wenfeng stabilized the restless true qi in his body and inside, and sighed secretly, as he expected, the matter was really related to him.

"Master, the apprentice will definitely win, and he will not disappoint Master's expectations. A solemn but childish voice sounded, and Yitong had already volunteered to stand up.

As he spoke, he looked at Dong Wenfeng with a provocative gaze, and the latter had no choice but to stand up.

"Stinky boy, don't embarrass me, or Lao Tzu will beat you to death!" The old man had no waves on the surface, and secretly transmitted the sound behind his back.

Dong Wenfeng ignored him, glanced at him and turned his head and said, "Master, master, it's not that I don't want to fight, but this little brother is seven or eight years old, right?

"Who are you talking about? You're seven or eight years old? I'm in my twenties! I'm not a little brother! I'm a woman, a woman, a woman!"

Dong Wenfeng was stunned and looked at Yitong, who was jumping in anger, obviously scorched by the words in his mouth.

"You don't know, my apprentice is indeed an adult, and the reason why he looks like a child of seven or eight years old is because he was born a dwarf, and my apprentice's skills are unique, although he is a dwarf, his combat power is a little stronger than that of ordinary people. The white-headed real man said indifferently, and his words were extremely confident.

"In that case, apprentice, the competition is, don't worry, but remember, the point is up. ”

Hearing Master's words, Dong Wenfeng had no choice but to stand up, "Senior sister, you have to be merciful to your subordinates later." ”

Yitong didn't speak, and gave him a blank look.

Soon, the group came to the high stage of performing martial arts, Dong Wenfeng and the two of them stood opposite each other, and both of them were quietly adjusting their best state.

If in the middle of the battle, whoever falls first loses.

"I don't know what kind of cultivation my junior sister is, I am at the prefecture-level level, and I am at the mid-term level," Dong Wenfeng said.

Yitong pursed his lips disdainfully. "I'm the same as you, I'm also at the intermediate level of the prefecture, I didn't expect you to look very good, and your cultivation is quite high."

"But that's all, you're definitely not my opponent, make a move, I'll let you go first, I won't show mercy!"

Dong Wenfeng smiled, and just wanted to refuse, but he only felt a strong wind blowing in his face, and the clothes in front of him disappeared without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a burst of oppressive force in his left chest, and Dong Wenfeng quickly retreated with his instinct, almost dodging it, but there were still a few cracks on his clothes.

"You actually attacked!" Dong Wenfeng said angrily.

Just now, when Dong Wenfeng was speaking, Yitong actually made a sneak attack, I don't know what kind of exercise it was, he didn't touch Dong Wenfeng's body, and he was able to tear his clothes with his strength.

"Hmph, it's a soldier who doesn't get tired of cheating, once you really fight, who will reason with you, and then talk about it if you win!" Yitong said triumphantly.

Dong Wenfeng was really a little angry now, since this was the case, there was no need for him to show mercy to his subordinates.

The true qi was agitated, Dong Wenfeng pounced on the opposite side like a tiger, using the body technique of stealing the door, the speed was as fast as lightning, and the movements were as fast as thunder, and with all his strength, Yitong was suppressed and breathless, but Yitong relied on his extremely flexible body and weird attacks, and he survived.

"Hmph, you're just like that, is that the extent?" Yitong still had the strength to say sarcastically.

Dong Wenfeng was silent, silently increased the attack, and concentrated on this battle, unconsciously using the fighting techniques of the beggar gang, the attack suddenly increased, and Yitong immediately couldn't support it.

Peng's fist hit him in the chest, as if he had been hammered in the chest by a sledgehammer, and he took several steps back, almost sitting on the ground with a shocked face.

"What kind of kung fu are yours? It's definitely not a thief's kung fu!"

This time it was Dong Wenfeng's turn to be proud, and he laughed, "Of course, the thief door is mainly stealing, and the world's martial arts are not all in my pocket?"

Yitong was helpless, and subconsciously turned his gaze to the white-headed real man as if asking for help, and the white-headed real man bowed slightly.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the Beggar Gang's Beidou God Fist. ”