He called the other party's senior, not because the other party was stronger than himself.

It's that the other party is indeed older than himself, and he has seen more than himself. This is the respect that he has for the other party, so he calls the other party's senior, but this does not affect what he has to do later, he wants to fight with the other party.

As for Mo Lan, he was looking at Xiang Duanfeng with a look on his face.

She had already patted her head a few times to sober herself up.

After all, she is so old, and it is not a problem to look at her husband with such admiration.

This kind of expression of a should only be found by a teenage girl.

But there is no way.

She was impressed by the domineering spirit of challenging the master everywhere to the wind, so even if she knew that she would be full of hardships if she followed the wind, she did not hesitate to follow the other party, without regrets.

Now, the same way, as soon as she saw Xiang Dufeng's domineering appearance, she couldn't help but feel her heart pounding.

No matter how you look at it, the one who grows to the end is handsome.

It's so handsome.

She really had a vision back then, and she married Xiang Dufeng.

As for the sweeping old man, listening to Xiang Dufeng's words, his eyebrows were raised.

He didn't speak in a hurry, but put the dead leaves aside, and then he grabbed the sweep tightly, raised his head, and stared at the couple in front of him: "Donor Xiang can let his wife go back first." ”

"Mo Lan, you go first." Xiang Feng knew that his purpose had been achieved.

Of course, Mo Lan knew the rules, and nodded obediently: "Be careful." ”

As she spoke, she hurried up the hill.

She ran about 200 meters, because she knew that 200 meters was the safest for her.

The old sweeper exhaled lightly: "I did too many evils back then, so I swept the ground here for ten years. Actually, I just don't want to be too ostentatious. I thought that after so many years, I would have no chance to compete with any master, but I didn't want to, I came to the donor, hehe, it seems that my identity as a bad old man was recognized by the donor at a glance. I heard earlier that in addition to the little princess of the Shangqing Palace, there is also a sword saint in Huaxia Kingdom, so I think it is Xiang Donor. ”

"If there is no one else in the so-called Ten Supremes, I think it should be me." Said slowly to the wind. Juggernaut ...... Hehe, that's not a good name at all. ”

"From ancient times to the present, there are very few saints, except for the generation of Confucius, there are very few saints. Xiang Dufeng is called a kendo saint, which is already the highest evaluation. The old sweeper smiled.

"I also heard that as early as ten years ago, there was a real person in Wudang Mountain who frightened the world, but in the end he disappeared for no reason, I think it was my predecessor."

"Hehe, the Ten Supremes are just false names." The old sweeper waved his hand. "But it seems that Xiang Shizhu is really going to compete with the old man today."

Xiang Wanfeng said unhurriedly: "Back then, you handed over all the skills of Wudang Mountain to a Japanese, and now this Japanese has joined the Skeleton Legion and has become a threat to my apprentice. I investigated, and I found out that the master who taught this Japanese was you, the senior, so the competition was one, and I wanted to know more, who is more powerful between the two of us, who is more powerful. ”

The sweeping old man closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "The little madman is still coming to Huaxia...... Hehe, I warned him back then, if he came to Huaxia, I would clean the door myself, but I didn't expect him to listen to my warning. ”

"No need, my apprentice, I'll help you clean up the portal." Said slowly to the wind.

When the sweeping old man heard this, he exhaled lightly: "Xiang Donor's meaning, it seems that he still wants the two of us to compete first." ”

"Exactly." Said to the wind.

"Xiang Shizhu should know that the ancestor of my Wudang Mountain founding faction was Zhang Sanfeng and his old man. This Taijiquan is the most authentic in Wudang Mountain, and this Taijiquan is the most authentic in Wudang Mountain. As soon as a person like me makes a move, if he wants to distinguish the winner from the loser, he almost has to distinguish between life and death. The old man who swept the floor said impatiently: "Even if this is the case with the donor, it is better to compare." ”

"If you are afraid of death, I should have mercy." Xiang Dufeng looked calm, and from beginning to end, there was no fear at all.

The old man who swept the floor said with a smile: "I laughed at the donor, and the donor beat Wudang Mountain up and down with the strength of one person, and the dignity of Wudang Mountain is all tied to the old man alone." Although the old man does not care about the world, the old man is also obliged to defend the dignity of the ancestors. ”

"That's right, today I'm a challenger, senior, let's make a move." He smiled at the wind.

This is the moment he was waiting for!

"In the past ten years, I have been the most comfortable with this broom, and now, I will use this broom to fight with the donor." The old man who swept the floor said lightly.

Standing with his hands in the wind: "I heard that the highest level of Tai Chi is to return to the basics, and it seems that the predecessors have comprehended this realm." ”

"To the donor, take out your own weapons too." The old man who swept the floor gradually closed his eyes.

"Weapons? I understand differently from my predecessors, my kendo, hehe, I am a sword, and a sword does not need a weapon. Said to the wind.

It's different from Xiao Hang.

Xiao Hang will carry a backpack on his back.

And he, unarmed.

He is the sword, the sword, and what weapon does he need?

When these words fell, the air seemed to freeze.

I don't know where a cold wind blew, whirring, blowing all the dead leaves on the ground.

And the old man who sweeps the floor is indifferent.

In an instant, he suddenly exuded an extremely terrifying momentum, and when this momentum swam away, he let the cold wind blow, but the dead leaves were frozen in place, completely unaffected by the wind, and motionless.

And Xiang Duanfeng is the same as at the beginning, carrying his hands on his back, calmly, like an ordinary person.

They didn't look at each other.

Xiang Feng looked at the sky as if he was thinking.

The old sweeper had his eyes closed, as if he was doing something.

But only the two of them knew that the battle had begun.

It's a contest of momentum.

Usually when two people fight, they will yell loudly, show their fierce side as much as possible, and deter each other with their own momentum. If your momentum is strong enough, it is enough to make others afraid, and others are not as strong as you, even if their ability is stronger than yours, they will lose more than half.

Now what Xiang Wanfeng compares with the old man is also the momentum.

To be precise, it is the ultimate of momentum competition!

Who's stronger?

The momentum exuded by the sweeping old man was terrifying.

It was an invisible momentum, as if he had turned into ten thousand tigers in an instant, and he would tremble when he looked at the other party, as if the other party could kill him at any time.

Compared with the sweeping old man, the wind around him seems to have no momentum at all.

I don't know how long it took, but the old man sweeping the floor opened his eyes.

"The momentum of the donor turned out to be powerless, and if there is no momentum, it is indisputable, no matter how strong the enemy's momentum is, he can attack and defend freely. The old man lost. But that's just the beginning. ”

When these words fell, the old man sweeping the floor held the broom in his hand and suddenly swept towards the wind.

Battle, on the verge of breaking out!