"Hi, brother, which sect are you from, it looks like Fan Ha of the Buddha Sect is angry." The fat man's eyes are vicious, which is simply to the point, pointing out the Zen and Buddha rhyme on An Yang's body.

Whether it is King Kong is not bad, the marrow washing scripture, and the divine breath scripture are all Buddhist magic skills, and An Yang is even more devout to recite Buddhist scriptures every day for fifteen years, it can be said that An Yang is really a Buddhist believer, but this product does not believe in Buddha, but it does not affect the understanding of the Buddha.

"Iron Fist Gate, An Ye." An Yang ate sashimi and reported the name of the gangster in the rivers and lakes. This is the same as many celebrities who like to use stage names, which looks more stylish and stylish.

"Oh, it turned out to be you, the hard work that can't be pierced by bullets is really amazing. Contemporary young masters, can have such a hard skill as you, it's not sincere enough, the current little guys are lazy, haven't practiced martial arts for a few days, just thinking about the first in the world, it's funny, laughing to death fat man. The fat man laughed and was overjoyed.

"Hello An Ye, the fat man is Ying Long of the second senior brother of Taijimen, and his friends in the rivers and lakes gave him face and rewarded him with a mixed number of divine beasts." Ying Long looked at An Yang up close, his fat face showed a very strange expression, and he stretched out a finger and gently poked An Yang's arm, "This skin, this texture, the fat man has beaten it, it is still a familiar taste." ”

An Yang didn't understand what Ying Long was saying, and Ying Long didn't explain his thoughts, so he said directly: "An Ye, I see that you are like a wolf and a tiger, and you want to fight with the fat man, it's okay, when the fat man accompanies you to practice, I haven't seen such a meat shield that can be beaten for a long time, and I will definitely be able to have a good time." ”

The divine beast Ying Long, one meter seven tall, weighs two hundred and fifty pounds, the Taiji Sect True Transmission disciple ranks second, but he is already twenty-seven years old, as early as ten years ago, this fat man is the second in the list of dragon thorn youth masters, able to suppress the three giants of martial arts, suppress the three hidden forces, since his debut, he has never been defeated, even if it is a warrior who is stronger than Ying Long, there is no way to defeat him.

Ying Long majored in Taijiquan and minored in Taijijian, and is a stunning genius, but in recent years, he has been very low-key, and he has not been recorded in the battle with the master, and he was kicked out of the list of young masters by the dragon thorn, although this list will include all the martial artists before the age of thirty, but the dragon thorn is very fond of the new and hates the old, and the genius who doesn't like to make big news is not a good thing.

There is a lot of news on Zhang Ziya, who was born in the Zhang family of the Heavenly Master Mansion of Longhu Mountain, was sentenced to live no more than eighteen years old at birth, and even went out to sea to kill rivers of blood, so that many warriors from many countries are frightened when they talk about Zhang Ziya, and Zhang Ziya is handsome, handsome, handsome, often coughs, and is very dirty, and the mixed name of the Dirty Duck King is not for nothing.

Ying Long was also a man of the year ten years ago, but this fat man's personality was really sleek in Taiji, and he didn't know when he was so low-key that he didn't know where he died, even in Taijimen, the second senior brother of Ying Long didn't know much about it, but he remembered that he was a big fat man who smiled and looked very good at talking.

An Yang ate salmon sashimi, looked at Ying Long, but his heart was very alert, just now the fat man's finger poked him, it looked very light, but it was very easy to poke the skin and flesh on An Yang's arm into a pit, An Yang's own body instinct defense actually did not react at all, which was enough to make An Yang vigilant enough against this fat man he met inexplicably.

This is a master, a strong man who can't be beaten by An Yang, and An Yang still has this kind of awareness.

The world is invincible, and it will always belong to the loneliness of one person.

An Yang hanged and beat those cultivators who practiced ordinary martial arts, it was really an invincible existence, and even An Yang had never suffered fatal injuries, it was obvious that this was An Yang's cultivation of the Vajra Immortal Divine Skill was essentially higher than those martial arts. But when An Yang met Zhang Ziya, who practiced top martial arts, it could be said that all aspects were completely exploded.

Even An Yang's proudest fighting spirit and persistence are no match for Zhang Ziya. After all, when An Yang was in Bingcheng, although he had a hard time, he had no threat to his life, and he didn't have to worry about dying tomorrow.

After all, An Yang is a wild man who cultivates behind closed doors, and he is in the process of making up for a lot of knowledge in martial arts. It can be said that An Yang is checking and filling in the gaps in his martial arts system, which is indescribably beneficial to An Yang's future martial arts achievements.

Eighteen-year-old An Yang met twenty-seven-year-old Ying Long, and felt defeated, but there was nothing to be frustrated about. Between martial arts, the strong have always been respected, as long as the fighting spirit in the heart is undefeated, they can surpass the past one by one and crush the past.

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In Ying Long's opinion, An Yang, a fierce-looking teenager, is very interesting, and the more pressure he can see far away, the greater the pressure.

Ying Long's low profile in the imperial rivers and lakes over the years, and his silence in Taijimen, is not that he has done nothing. When the realm of martial arts is strong to a certain extent, a martial artist must shoulder a greater responsibility, for the country and the people, throwing his head and spilling blood, it is never an empty word, Ying Long is in the dark, nameless and surnameless, born and died for the empire.

The relationship between the various sects and the official dragon thorn is cooperative and antagonistic, and the empire needs a steady stream of powerful warriors to use against the warriors of other countries, after all, for the sake of the national interest, it is nothing to kill a few big shots from enemy countries. The three giants of martial arts have all been attacked and killed by groups of warriors from other countries, and there are not many warriors killed in battle.

Some hatred is far stronger than the grievances and hatreds of the martial arts rivers and lakes, for the sake of the national interest, many enemies of life and death, can put down a qiē, do their best to cooperate, fight against the enemy warriors together, and even die for the enemy.

People who have not experienced these things can hardly imagine that kind of heroic and generous people who die generously, for the country and the people, and in this life they are worthy of the country, the people, themselves, and perhaps those who care about themselves.

Ying Long does not have many sects of estrangement, but Ying Long will never teach the secrets of Taijiquan and Taiji Sword to outsiders. Some more common tricks and forbidden techniques or something, Ying Long will teach both hands if he sees it pleasing to the eye, and he won't teach more, this can be regarded as a kind of wordless tacit understanding, after all, there is no complete transmission of the martial arts inherited by the sect, and it can be said.

After seeing An Yang, Ying Long just felt itchy and wanted to beat people, this feeling will only appear when he encounters those top hard skills, as well as martial artists whose combat power is comparable to Ying Long. Ying Long, who weighs two hundred and fifty pounds, is an out-and-out martial madman, and it doesn't matter what kind of fame and interests he has.

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