Huang Feihong didn't notice that his every move was under Zhang Dashao's eyes, at this moment, he was struggling to cultivate, punching and kicking, although he had no internal strength, but the amount of strength above could not be ignored.

Zhang Dashao's divine sense swept over Huang Feihong's body, and he continued to scan every inch of the ground without giving up, and he didn't want to miss any useful clues.

Suddenly, Zhang Dashao suddenly heard extremely slight footsteps, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Because the footsteps were silent, they were simply soft, as if goose feathers were falling on the water, naturally, silently. And the frequency of listening to the footsteps is consistent, extremely smooth, long, but calm and powerful, and there is an indescribable sense of strength in it.

Of course, this kind of feeling can only be experienced by people like Zhang Dashao, and it is impossible for ordinary people to discover these many characteristics.

Listening to the footsteps lightly, Zhang Dashao knew that it was definitely not simple for someone to come.

With a sweep of his senses, Zhang Dashao really found that in the east direction, an old man with gray hair and about fifty years old was walking steadily.

The old man has two inches of short hair, which makes him look more capable, although he is more than fifty years old, but he does not feel old at all, but has a feeling of being full of vitality and vigor.

This is just the first impression to people, if you are an insider, you will find that the old man's eyes are flashing with a different kind of brilliance, clear and clear, between his breathing and breathing, his chest and abdomen are like a full bellows, full of dynamics, vigorous and powerful.

This old man is really not an ordinary person.

"What is this old guy doing here?" Zhang Dashao's heart moved, he wouldn't have come to find Huang Feihong.

Looking at the appearance of the old man, it is definitely not a good thing to rush over with a black light, and an existence like an ancient martial artist generally has no grievances with ordinary people.

After thinking about it, Zhang Dashao stepped down a little, and the whole person seemed to be a big bird, swishing into the air all of a sudden, quietly jumping onto the roof of a two-story small building opposite, hiding in a dark corner, and watching the development of the situation.

Soon, things proved that Zhang Dashao's guess was correct, and the short-haired old man finally stopped in front of Huang Feihong's door, looked left and right, made sure that he was not in the wrong place, and then used his hands and feet together, like a dexterous ape, and rushed in at once.

Huang Feihong's yard was very small, and the short-haired old man walked forward unhurriedly, came to the door, pushed it with his hand, and the door was locked inside.

The short-haired old man didn't want to think about it, he slapped it suddenly, and there was a loud bang, and the anti-theft door made of steel was completely blown away by the short-haired old man, and he crashed into the hall, crackling, and I don't know how many things he knocked over.

"Who!" Huang Feihong in the basement was shocked, hurriedly opened the secret door and rushed out, just came out of the bedroom, and saw a spirited short-haired old man, standing in front of him with a golden sword.

Huang Feihong is also a person with eyesight, he can see at a glance that the short-haired old man is not a simple person, he does not dare to take it lightly, his face is solemn, and he asks in a deep voice: "Who are you?" Why do you want to break into my house! ”

The short-haired old man did not answer Huang Feihong's words directly, but stared at Huang Feihong with his sharp eyes, and slowly opened his mouth, with a hint of coldness: "Do you really not know the way?" ”

Huang Feihong had a confused look on his face, and he looked confused, obviously not remembering who this old man was for a while, and hummed: "I don't have time to play dumb riddles with you, but in my impression, I haven't seen you at all." ”

"Of course you haven't seen me." The short-haired old man took a step forward, bringing tremendous pressure to Huang Feihong, his voice was extremely loud, and he slowly raised his hand, "But you should have seen this." ”

As he spoke, the short-haired old man stepped on his feet violently, like a dragon going out to sea, and like a sharp arrow off the string, lightning shot towards Huang Feihong.

His pair of fists, one up and down, one left and one right, as if they were two big stones, swaying with a strong wind, slammed towards Huang Feihong's vital point.

As soon as the short-haired old man punched out, Huang Feihong was immediately shocked, this old thing is too powerful, and he is not an opponent at all!

hurriedly met the enemy at the moment, but was suddenly beaten back by the short-haired old man.

"Xingyi Fist?" Zhang Dashao has been watching the battle outside, but he found that the number and style of this old man's punches are the same as Jiang Shuaiqi and Lu Xiang.

Although he didn't even finish a short move, Zhang Dashao was sure that the short-haired old man was using Xingyi Fist.

"You, who the hell are you?" Huang Feihong stood up straight, no longer as confident as before, stared at the short-haired old man as if he was facing a great enemy, and asked urgently.

"Hmph, stubborn." The short-haired old man let out a low snort, his body shook and he stepped up again, his two hands turned into the most solid cage between heaven and earth, and he saw that Huang Feihong was completely blocked inside.

Huang Feihong was instantly repelled by the short-haired old man before, mainly because he suffered an unexpected loss, but now he goes all out, gritting his teeth to support, and he can still compete with the short-haired old man, but after three punches and two punches, he is already sweating profusely.

"You, who are you from that waiter?" After a few more tricks, Huang Feihong finally recognized the number of the short-haired old man, and asked in surprise, but he slaughtered an inconspicuous waiter, who would have thought that there would be such a hard backstage?

"Now that I remember!" The short-haired old man had hatred in his voice, that was the most talented and promising one among the sixth generation of disciples, except for Lu Xiang, who was the most talented and hopeful to step into the congenital, and he died like that, and the short-haired old man was unwilling!

"You're here to avenge that shit!"

Knowing the gap between himself and the short-haired old man, and knowing the identity of the old man, he knew more about the situation he was facing, but Huang Feihong became more calm, laughed fiercely, and said to the short-haired old man.

"I'm here to do the right thing for heaven!" The short-haired old man said sonorously and forcefully, and the two of them rushed up, and it didn't take long for Huang Feihong to vomit blood by the short-haired old man.

"Old thing, you forced me!" Huang Feihong screamed, and was about to release his most powerful Gu worm, but the old man rushed over first, and the thunder knocked Huang Feihong down, and stepped on Huang Feihong's chest, making him unable to move.

"You want to use your vicious methods again?" The short-haired old man said in a cold voice, "Do you think I'm going to give you this chance!" ”

As he spoke, with a hard step and two clicks, Huang Feihong's ribs were broken three on the spot, and a large mouthful of blood overflowed from his mouth.