Fang Yan lay on the ground for a long time, ate a few hundred-year-old herbs, and finally recovered a lot, but the internal organ shock was not good for a while.

Standing outside the broken wooden door with the little beast, it is not to enter, nor is it to enter if it does not enter. Looking at the four distorted fonts of "Don't enter the tavern" on the wooden plaque, Fang Yan was speechless and at the same time, he was even more curious about this old man. What kind of person is this, who is so rebellious in melee combat, but opens a tavern like this. The name is ...... Shame.

In the end, Fang Yan had no choice but to sit at the door, running cross-legged battle blood to repair the damage to his internal organs. The little beast lay on Fang Yan's leg indifferently, sleeping soundly, and the shape of the little head was still unchanged with a snow-white stone shell. This stone shell is estimated to be a burden in the eyes of the little beast, and every time it is in its hands, it has a tendency to smash people......

In the early morning of the next day, Fang Yan repaired overnight, and the injuries in his body had healed, I have to say that the blood of the battle was too domineering, and under such a serious injury, he was almost exhausted after a night of pranayama. If you change it to someone else and add a hundred years of herbs, it will take at least ten days and a half months.

Fang Yan had already woken up, he had already repaired the wooden door at this time, he was a child from a small village, this kind of thing was not too difficult for him, the old man had not yet appeared, Fang Yan had to continue to stay outside the door.

Looking around, you have a chance to see the whole village. Although the village in the early morning is not full of birds and flowers, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is refreshing and full of vitality. The village is not surrounded by walls, and at first glance there are houses of varying heights at intervals of varying heights, and there seem to be many inhabitants, some of which are even halfway up the mountain.

"Work". The old man opened the wooden door that had been repaired by Fang Yan and said lightly.

Fang Yandun, who was wandering in all directions, was awakened and turned his head to take a look. Hurriedly sighed, and followed the little beast in.

The tavern was not large, but very simple, with four or five tables and a few stools at random, covered with dust, and apparently with few guests on a regular basis. It makes sense, when I see the name at the door, who is still coming.

The old man didn't care about Fang Yan, and walked to the backyard.

Fang Yan didn't know what he should do, this old man saved himself and wanted to help him with his work, but now he didn't explain anything, he was really a strange person.

Asking the little beast to take out his clothes, Fang Yan found a hidden corner to change the bloodstained cloth on his body, then tore off the clothes that were relatively clean, and began to clean the tables and stools that had not been cleaned for a long time.

"Bang, bang, crackle, pop, drink". As soon as Fang Yan finished wiping the table and stool, he heard the sound of collision and soft shouting from the backyard, and he was immediately curious. It's not going to be someone fighting in the backyard.

Fang Yan hurriedly walked to the backyard, and when he saw the scene in front of him, his eyes suddenly lit up, this ...... What is it that you practiced, and this is how the old man's anti-heaven tactics were practiced?

In the center of the backyard was a huge black iron pole, the size of three people hugging each other, and several thick iron rods were inserted into each of them, and the iron poles were full of raised iron bumps. It looks hideous.

I saw the old man, a pair of dry hands around the iron rod kept beating, elbows, palms, arms, shoulders, fists, feet, with dripping, the feet never moved half a step, the hands were always fast and full, always round as one, the center remained unchanged. Fang Yan, who watched it, was stunned and envious, and slowly fell into a state of obsession, unable to help himself for a while.

"Old man, Lao Na is here to drink, hurry up and come out to sell wine, damn it, it's too disrespectful."

A gruff and loud voice came from the hall.

Fang Yan, who was in obsession, was instantly awakened by this voice, and hurriedly walked towards the hall. The old man withdrew his hand unhurriedly, glanced at Fang Yan's back casually, and followed towards the hall.

Fang Yan came to the front of the hall and looked at the monk sitting on the clean bench like a golden knife in front of him, and immediately thought that the other party had gone to the wrong place. Didn't the book say that family members should not drink?

Seeing a strange boy appear, the monk gave a strange look, "I said boy, the ghost screaming last night had something to do with you, damn it, disturb Lao Tzu's dream, you invited this wine today, do you have any opinions." The monk grinned and said roughly.

Fang Yan was overwhelmed by the sudden words of the old monk in front of him, and he didn't know how to answer.

"If you dare to yell at me next time you come here, I'll throw you out." The old man held a wine jug in front of the monk and said expressionlessly.

"I said Heavenly Court old man, be polite, be careful that Lao Tzu burns down your tavern." The old monk pulled his throat and said with a smile.

The old man didn't pay attention to him anymore, glanced at Fang Yan, who was stunned, and then casually found a bench to sit down, closed his eyes and rested.

"Boy, let me tell you, you have to invite this wine if you don't invite it today, and if you invite it tomorrow, do you hear it?"

Fang Yan carefully looked at the superb monk in front of him, wearing a yellow monk's robe, his bald head on his head was as bright as oil, his thick eyebrows were big, and his chin had a long white beard. It seems that he has the demeanor of an enlightened monk, but how can this character ......

"Ahh Oh, I'm sorry, old man, for disturbing you last night." Fang Yan came back to his senses and hurriedly said.

"Old man, boy, how old am I? You tell me clearly, damn it, if you don't make it clear today, I'm not done with you." The old monk stood up and said excitedly.

"Ah...... , that, that". Fang Yan's face instantly became bitter, this monk was too .......

"Hurry up and finish your drink, get out". The old man with closed eyes said indifferently.

"Old man of Heavenly Court, you say, am I old? I call this vicissitudes, isn't it? Vicissitudes, boy, do you understand? Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand." The old monk touched his shiny head and said intoxicated.

The old man stopped talking. Fang Yan nodded again and again, "Yes, yes, the vicissitudes of life." "I don't dare to make a mistake, and I deeply agree.

"Hmm...... I see that you kid is not bad, and he understands quickly, so I won't bother with you." The old monk looks like a tall man. "But let's go to the same yard, you kid don't want to talk nonsense, you still have to invite the wine."

Fang Yan immediately wiped the cold sweat on his head, this monk's thinking was also jumping too fast.

"Okay, okay, I'm please, I'm please, that ......". Fang Yan didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, for fear that the other party would be excited again. It's just that I don't know what to call it in the end.

"Well, yes, it's very good."

"Listen, Lao Na's name is butcher's knife, put down the law name, you can call me the master of putting down." The old monk's face was suddenly sacred, and his demeanor was fully revealed.

Fang Yan "......‰......".

"Boy Fang Yan, I've seen the master of letting go." Fang Yan resisted the urge to curse and saluted respectfully.

Then he put down the master and hummed softly, and began to drink heavily. In the meantime, he still said this and that, spitting wildly, and couldn't be idle. Fang Yan learned from it that this monk was also a resident of this so-called "Killing Village".

When the old monk was leaving, he pulled Fang Yan and said that the kid is good, it suits my taste, and he can go to the same pot with my urethra, and he has a future. Fang Yan, who was frightened, broke out in a cold sweat.

Finally serving the monk away, Fang Yan sat on the bench and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the little beast that had been sleeping soundly on the corner table and smiled.

"Close". The old man, who had been closing his eyes, said expressionlessly, as if nothing could change the color of his face.

Although Fang Yan didn't know why, he still went to the bar immediately, and the wooden door was closed.

"Follow me".

Fang Yan hurriedly followed the old man to the backyard.

"You'll live here from now on". The old man opened a wooden doorway. Without waiting for a reply, he walked to his room.

The house was shabby, with dust and dampness, apparently no one had lived in it for a long time. Fang Yan immediately started to clean the house. Look left and right to make sure there's nothing going on. Then on the stone bed, he practiced cross-legged.

Looking inside, after so many life-and-death battles and the nourishment of medicinal herbs, the orange battle blood has become a little deeper, a little darker orange, and I think it will be able to enter the late stage of orange transformation in the near future.

I don't know how long it took, but I heard the sound of "bang, bang, crackle, crackle" in my ears. Fang Yan immediately opened his eyes, quickly got up and opened the wooden door, and what caught his eye was the scene of the old man hitting the huge iron stake. Excited inside.

The old man didn't seem to notice Fang Yan's appearance and didn't care. Without the slightest pause, he continued to strike the iron stakes. Hands waving, vigorous and powerful, constantly changing, but consistent. Fang Yan was dazzled but felt crisp and neat.

The more Fang Yan looked at it, the more frightened he became, how could such a power be issued?

I saw that the old man stretched out his hand many times and slowly put it less than an inch in front of the iron pillar, and suddenly clenched his fist, and his arm fought slightly. The huge iron pillar was blown up with a "bang" and shook and shook.

What a great force this is? How to send it out? Without the slightest cohesion of the sprint. Fang Yan fell into a dead end, and he couldn't figure it out.

The more I looked at it, the more fascinated I became, and finally I couldn't help but wave my hands slowly with the old man. But he couldn't beat the old man's feeling, that is, the feeling that the air would explode when he clenched his fist at will.

The old man suddenly whispered "drink".

I saw the old man's hand not far from the iron pillar, and then hit it hard, his arm shook vigorously, and a loud "bang" exploded. Suddenly, the entire huge iron pillar shook violently as if it was about to fall, and this iron pillar weighed 10,000 catties to say the least, and the stone ground cracked. Then it wavered, as if the ground was about to collapse, terrifying.

Fang Yan's expression was demented, his mouth was wide enough to put down a few steamed buns, and his heart was even more shocked, this is the power that the flesh can exert? If someone said that he could use the spiritual power sword to pick up ten thousand catties, Fang Yan would definitely believe it, but before that, who would say that someone could use the strength of the flesh alone to shake ten thousand catties and kill them would not believe it.

When the movement stopped, the old man's face was not red and he was not panting, and he glanced at Fang Yan, who was still in shock.

Without any expression, he slowly walked towards the hall.

"Wait, wait, old man, you, can you teach me, I want to learn". Fang Yan woke up, his desire was unprecedentedly strong, and an inexplicable courage poured out, and he urgently stepped forward and shouted at the old man's back.

The old man paused invisibly, and then without any answer, he continued to walk down the hall. As if unheard.

Looking at the old man's back, Fang Yan's face was more resolute, and his eyes were extremely firm. If you don't refuse, you have a chance.