On the way back, Chi Moya kept twisting his neck, and said to himself: "Really, that crazy woman, didn't you just take a look at her body, cut, find a time to say goodbye to him, it's true that the woman in black still hasn't been caught in the end."

”

Chi Moya is a little tired, he hasn't played with a master for a long time, and his body is indeed a little uncomfortable.

Turning a street, and further on, there is the apartment of the Sero clan, I don't know how Yeyue is now, Chi Moya thought as he walked on the empty street.

At this time, in front of him, an old man with a little hunchback was holding a wine bottle in one hand, and while raising his head to drink, he walked staggering towards him. Chi Moya glanced at him silently, then withdrew his gaze and continued walking. Just as the two passed by, Chi Moya suddenly felt a very strong invisible pressure coming towards him. This pressure came and went quickly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Chi Moya stood there stunned, then turned around and looked at the old man's back and walked away in two steps. He frowned slightly, this pressure just now gave him a strange feeling, as if he had met somewhere, but where was it? He couldn't remember. And this old man, who obviously deliberately let out his anger to test him just now, why did he do this?

The old man continued to swaying his body and walked forward, Chi Moya stood in place and pondered for a moment, then turned around and chased after him, and said, "Wait a minute." ”

The old man stopped, turned his head sideways, looked at him with a little drunken eyes, and asked with a drunken hiccup, "You...... Do? ”

Chi Moya looked at him carefully a few times and asked, "We've met?" ”

"Oh?" The old man leaned his neck forward, squinted at him, and after a while he shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

Chi Moya watched the old man's every move very carefully, but unfortunately the old man's face was sleepy-eyed.

"It's okay." After Chi Moya finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Then the old man shouted from behind, "Young man." ”

Chi Moya stopped and turned to look at him.

The old man shook the wine bottle and exclaimed, "The road ahead is not easy." ”

Chi Moya frowned slightly and looked at him, he didn't know what this old man meant.

"Forehead......" The old man burped again, shook his body, and said in a somewhat indistinct tone: "The chief disciple of the Saudi royal family, and at the same time the leader of the Dark Apocalypse active in the open sea, how can he be an ordinary coach now, what a waste of talent!" ”

Chi Moya asked lightly, "Do you know me?" ”

"You?" The old man shook his body a few times, but did not speak.

"Who are you?"

"Me? An old man, if you like it, call me an old man, if you don't like it, call me an old man. Haha, old immortal ......"

"Old man?" Chi Moya looked at him with a cold face, "How can you know my affairs so well, what else do you know?" As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly took a step forward, clenched his right hand into a fist, and hit it at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

The old man was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect Chi Moya to fight without warning, but he still pulled out a hand unhurriedly, seemingly moving slowly, but he was able to stop Chi Moya's fist and gently pat his wrist.

It was just a very light touch, but Chi Moya's right arm was bounced away from afar, and the door was suddenly exposed. His face changed slightly, and he immediately pulled back, while protecting his left arm in front of him.

The old man did not pursue, but stood in place and shook his body, pointed at Chi Moya with a finger, and said vaguely with a sleepy look: "You...... Why are you hitting me? ”

Chi Moya straightened his posture again and said softly, "Who are you?" ”

"An old man. Who else could it be? ”

Chi Moya knew that he couldn't get a result if he continued to ask, so he snorted lightly, his left foot turned on his side, and his right leg swept over.

The old man casually stretched out his left hand and grabbed it forward, and grabbed Chi Moya's condyle impartially. Chi Moya quickly wanted to retract his feet, but his condyles couldn't move as if they were clamped by iron tongs. He jumped to his feet, and his right leg swept across again. The old man gently threw the hand holding his left foot up, Chi Moya's whole person flipped backwards and fell back to the ground, the moment he landed, Chi Moya suddenly disappeared into the ground, appeared in front of the old man in a second, and struck him with a left fist to his chest.

"Hmm. You're here again? The old man said as he shook his hand and waved it out. But when his hand was on the back of Chi Moya's hand, he only made a very light "snap". Chi Moya's arm shook slightly, but it continued to attack his chest.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and immediately stretched out his other hand to block the route of Chi Mo Ya's attack. With a "clang", the wine bottle in the old man's hand couldn't withstand the intersection of the two people's energy, and suddenly exploded, and the remaining small half bottle of old wine in the bottle suddenly flowed out. After the two fought, the old man's upper body shook slightly, but Chi Moya took a step and a half back.

Although his face was still flat on the surface, Chi Moya's heart was already turbulent. Although he has reservations for every blow, it is by no means easy to block. But the old man's seemingly casual flick of his hand defused all his attacks. Master. This old man is a master who has never been seen before.

The old man was still standing in place, starting with Chi Mo Ya's first attack. He hadn't moved a semicolon under his feet until now. There was a spurt of wine in his mouth, and his face was sleepy.

"Ouch! Hey, my wine! The old man looked at the old wine flowing all over the ground with a distressed look on his face.

Chi Moya looked at him without saying a word, and suddenly hit him with another heavy blow. The old man was prepared this time, and waved his hand to easily block a heavy blow. But immediately, Chi Moya's second heavy blow fell, and when he blocked it again, it was the third and fourth strikes that greeted......

Heavy blows are not something that ordinary people can use, and without years of hard training, they can't even hit a single blow. But Chi Moya's heavy blows were endless, one punch followed by another, and it rolled away like a raging wave.

Fast, is no longer enough to describe the speed of the two. The two men attacked one and defended, and all four hands were waving rapidly. If someone next to him is watching at this moment, he will definitely be surprised, because in the eyes of others, the middle of the two is full of hand shadows, and it is impossible to tell which hand is real and which hand is phantom.

After nearly twenty punches in a row, Chi Moya's speed began to slow down. The old man took advantage of the weakness, and quickly put one palm on Chi Moya's chest, and shouted softly: "Break!" ”

As soon as the word "broken" fell, Chi Moya snorted suddenly, and the whole person staggered back five or six steps before barely stopping.

"Not bad." The old man nodded and said, "Twenty-nine heavy blows are not something that ordinary people can hit. Well, I don't see that you're getting to this point at such a young age. Hehe, little guy, the future is limitless. ”

Chi Moya didn't speak, but covered his chest with one hand, and looked at him with the other hand in a posture that was ready to attack.

The old man didn't seem to know his movements at all, his upper body was still shaking slightly with his eyes closed, and he said with his tongue knotted: "With this kind of strength, don't you want to come to Tianfu?" ”

"Tianfu, are you from Tianfu?"

"Yes, I'm from Tianfu, don't you want to come to Tianfu?" The old man asked again.

"I don't want to."

"Haha, that's a pretty crisp answer." The old man burst out laughing.

Chi Moya wanted to speak again, but then the old man suddenly yawned and said lazily: "Someone is here, if you want to join Tianfu in the future, come to me." As he spoke, he ignored Chi Moya, turned around, and staggered forward.

Chi Moya watched the old man walk away, and didn't continue to ask anything.