With a pair of hands, the wooden door was directly torn open!

It's a weird scene!

Zhu Guangkun's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't react.

Wow!

The wooden door was completely torn apart, and an old man in a long robe appeared in the doorway.

Ning Tian had already stood up and looked at the person at the door from a distance.

The old man at the door was naturally Murong Hong, he looked into the room, and there were two people standing, one was an imposing middle-aged man, and the other was an extremely ordinary young man.

Murong Hong's eyes narrowed suddenly.

He had just done a divination downstairs, and this "dragon among men" should be very young.

But the two people I saw, one of them was indeed extraordinary, but he was obviously forty or fifty years old, and the other was very young, but there was nothing strange about him, just like an ordinary person!

Either one, it was different from the result of his divination!

Suddenly, Murong Hong thought of something, Xue Liang's eyes couldn't help but shrink, and he stared at the ordinary young man, although he saw that the young man standing there was just an ordinary person without any strangeness, but because it was too ordinary, his heart tightened.

This person is not right!

Murong Hong's fingers flicked quickly, trying to deduce something, but no matter how he calculated, he couldn't count the "ordinary" young man in front of him!

The past of youth is unknown, and neither is the future!

Even Murong Hong was unknowable because of his calculations, which led to a backlash, and a mouthful of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

He quickly stopped his divination and stared at this young man in shock!

He can't figure it out! He can't count all this young man! The dragon among the people of the "number of ninety-five", is he?

But the young man is so ordinary, can it be said that this person's ability to hide his breath is very superb?

And Ning Tian was also looking at Murong Hong.

The momentum on Murong Hong's body was very unusual, different from those ancient martial artists that Ning Tian had come into contact with before, the momentum on this person's body was another flavor, revealing a simple, mysterious, and indescribable atmosphere.

There is even a slight smell of "cultivator", but it is not exactly the same.

can tear open the wooden door with his bare hands, and it is obviously not a simple character.

"Who are you?" Ning Tian spoke directly, his sharp gaze staring directly at the other party.

The wooden door in Murong Hong's hand had long since become a crumb, he patted the sawdust stained on his body, and his bright eyes looked at Ning Tian, "Under Murong Hong!" Who is your Excellency? My divination can't calculate anything from you. ”

He glanced at Ning Tian with great interest, as if he wanted to see something.

His divination skills have been a small achievement for decades, divining people, things, and things, not to mention how accurate they are, but they have never been unknowable, but this time they have been counterattacked! This had to make Murong Hong's interest increase!

Ning Tian slowly recited the "Divination Technique", and finally sneered, "What are you with, dare to calculate me?" ”

Hearing this, Murong Hong's eyelids jumped, and his face slowly became gloomy, "Your Excellency, your tone of voice is too arrogant!" ”

Ning Tian still sneered, "Then aren't you arrogant to come to break down my door in the middle of the night?" ”

"A burglar is a thief! Thieves should be killed! ”

As soon as the words fell, Ning Tian moved, a very strong aura filled the air, and Murong Hong saw a hand actually tearing the air and attacking him!

This hand is definitely not weaker than the "fire palm" that tore the wooden door by himself just now!

Murong Hong was startled, and then retreated suddenly, but he could dodge.

Ning Tian's slashing palm fell down his chest, and the air made a sizzling sound, tearing the placket of his robe like a knife!

What a terrible force!

Actually squeezed the air, formed a sharp blade, and tore his clothes!

Murong Hong was extremely surprised, and then suddenly realized, and shouted, "You are an ancient martial artist!" ”

Then, he quickly calmed down, and the corners of his mouth flashed with a hint of coldness, "Hehe, it turned out to be an ancient martial artist, is this your arrogant capital?" ”

"It's ridiculous, an ancient martial artist dares to be arrogant in front of my Murong Hong, for decades, I don't know how many ancient martial artists have died in my feng shui technique!"

The art of Feng Shui? It was the first time Ning Tian had heard this word.

"I wanted you to move out of this house, but now I've changed my mind."

Murong Hong raised his palms slightly, sneered, the air suddenly made a sound, and one of his palms was slightly red, if you measured it with a thermometer, you would find that the temperature of his palms was extremely high!

This is the "Fire Palm"! One more layer, a flame is born on the palm of the hand, turning into a real fire palm!

"Eat me with a fire palm!" Murong Hong's luck.

Ning Tian's eyes froze, and he was about to make a move.

At this moment, a noisy footstep sounded, "Master Murong! Master Murong ......! ”

It turned out that Zheng Jiacheng arrived with someone, they took the elevator up, and Murong Hong came up from the stairs, but the elevator was on the stairs, and they still couldn't catch up with Murong Hong!

Zheng Jiacheng couldn't help but respect Murong Hong a little more.

He was still a little out of breath when he ran with people, "Huhu, Master Murong...... Master Murong, why are you ...... so fast?"

Murong Hong explained, "I used the method of lightening my body, so I was naturally faster than you. ”

"That's it!" Murong Hong said coldly, "Let your people get out of the way, I'm going to use the fire palm, and it won't be good to hurt you when the time comes." ”

Zheng Jiacheng was stunned for a moment, and then reacted quickly, "Ah...... Ok, good, good! ”

Zheng Jiacheng hurriedly asked people to retreat, and a group of people retreated ten meters in a row, retreating far enough before they stopped, their eyes widened, staring at Murong Hong's movements without blinking.

Fire palms?

Murong Hong's fame stunt!

Zheng Jiacheng was even more staring, he wanted to see if Murong Hong was really extraordinary.

At this time, on the palms of Murong Hong's hands, the color of red had turned fiery red, and the fiery red had reached a certain level, and it actually began to glow, and then, a sizzling sound was heard, as if something was burned by the fire.

Snort!

Suddenly!

A red, ferocious flame emerged from Murong Hong's palm!

It's fire!

It's real fire!

On the palm of a person's hand, there was actually a flame! And the palms are intact!

Shocked the eyeballs.