Sun Yi thought about it carefully, and then shook his head, "Forget it, I'm afraid it will only help you if you look for them!" That guy has a trick up his sleeve, and it's hard to get them to contribute! I don't believe them! "Sun Yi is talking about Zihong and Su Wen's old monks, although there are only these two in front of Sun Yi, but in fact, these two people may not be the only ones.

It was really said that Cao Cao Cao arrived, as soon as the words fell, a light breeze drifted by at the gate, and a middle-aged man in a purple suit jumped in, with a short, well-trimmed short beard, and his every move revealed the maturity and stability unique to middle-aged people.

"You're well-informed!" Sun Yi said lightly, then raised his hand to let Xiao Meng fly into the sky, and then looked at Zihong's purple suit and pouted, it is not too cold to wear such a little clothes in winter, the typical demeanor is not the temperature, he doesn't believe in the cold department, he is now a big master in the martial arts world, the low temperature of minus twenty or thirty degrees in the north, wearing such clothes and freezing to death in the wild for a day.

"I've been staring at this, I know that your kid has a big life, and he will definitely be able to come back, and he really deserves to be the heir of the Medicine King, even Luo Xuan can't do anything about you!" Zihong smiled, he smiled very gently, and he smiled very handsomely, but somehow, in Sun Yi's opinion, he smiled very obscenely, and every smile seemed to be full of endless intrigues.

Zihong shook his head and said, "Why don't you believe me, I really really help you, okay, the words that make you the leader of the alliance can be ignored!" ”

Zihong seemed more and more sincere when he spoke, but this sincerity seemed like a joke to Sun Yi, he was clearly a thousand-year-old fox, but he pretended to be chatting in front of him.

"Believe it or not, you're right there!"

"Yo, it's literary!" Zihong laughed.

Sun Yi followed up and said, "You're still there, believe it or not, I can beat your out!" Sun Yi clenched his fists as he spoke, and the Nine Diagram Evil Skill made the surface of his body appear faintly red, and the muscles on his body instantly swelled, and his eyes became fierce.

Zihong's expression changed slightly, he was a master of the first level of the old monster, his eyes were vicious, and he could naturally see Sun Yi's abnormality at a glance, his strength had more than doubled from the last time they met, and he was still practicing the Nine Diagram Evil Skill, which was known for hurting his body and injuring the enemy, if the Nine Diagram Evil Skill really practiced to this extent, I was afraid that he would not be able to support the collapse first, but Sun Yi did not collapse, but became stronger, his muscles were not as exaggerated as before, but he was more restrained.

"You said that you are a person, why are you so tough, can't you talk about it properly!" Zihong waved his hands and said with some annoyance, just by virtue of his identity, no matter where he goes, he will not be respectfully called a senior, but now it is good, in a junior, he has been repeatedly clumsy, and even ridiculed.

However, thinking about the identity and status of the previous generation of medicine kings, it seems that if it is really calculated by generation, he wants to call the young man in front of him an uncle or something, so he decided not to mention these details first.

Zihong's eyes rolled and he was just about to speak, Sun Yi's eyebrows jumped slightly, followed by a tightening of skin, Zihong secretly screamed badly, his arms were slightly sideways in front of him, Sun Yi had already swept up to him like a gust of wind, and a huge fist with a faint red slammed into front of him.

Zihong is an ancestor-level elder of the Wudang lineage, and his cultivation is extraordinary, but he is a figure of the same level as the old monk who passed on the scriptures, although Sun Yi looks very powerful, he really doesn't take it seriously in his heart, just a simple Wudang Tai Chi push hand and wants to push Sun Yi aside and roll a few laps, just give him a little color to see.

But when the two came into contact, Zihong's face changed slightly, Sun Yi's punch came over, and the punch burst out instantly, a bit like a short fight, although Zihong's push hand blocked most of it, but the powerful force still shocked him to take a step back.

As soon as this step was withdrawn, Sun Yi, who was still twisting his body and inconvenient to exert his strength, kicked over, completely ignoring the posture at this time and unable to exert his strength, and forcibly exerted his strength to make his bones and arms make a strange sound, as if he was about to break off, and Sun Yi's foot was extremely yin, and the yin foot was used deeply and accurately and ruthlessly.

Zihong went backwards like a rabbit, making Sun Yi kick in the air.

The cold sweat on Zihong's forehead came down, and he could see that Sun Yi didn't keep his hand at all, this kick down, even if it was the kind of King Kong that Su asked the old monk and the kind of King Kong that did not break his body and shrank Yang into his abdomen, it would also shatter the eggs.

"You kid......" Zihong was a little anxious, and his face changed, but before he could finish speaking, Sun Yi had already pounced again.

The winter morning sun hung alone in the air, like a big ice lump that was frozen, Sun Yi was now also as cold as a big ice lump, a simple lunge punch, slid out a few meters on the ground, and rushed straight to Zihong's chest and abdomen, his body collapsed tightly, and when this punch collapsed, the bones of his whole body made a crackling sound.

Zihong's face has changed, martial arts is about the unity of spirit and spirit, Sun Yi has now reached this point, don't look at this punch is so simple, this is a punch that is highly compatible with the body and essence, it seems to outsiders that it is just a very fast action, but in the face of this punch, you can clearly feel the powerful momentum of a punch that shakes the sky and the earth, and any person or thing that stands in front of this punch will be shattered.

"The kid doesn't know how to lift!" Even with Zihong's treacherous slippage, he was angered by Sun Yi's repeated disregard and bad attitude.

The legs sank slightly, and there was a soft thud, and the ground that had been frozen as hard as a stone in the winter was stepped on by two footprints, and half of the leather shoes sank into the frozen soil.

Zihong's crystal white hand clenched his fist out, there was no obvious inner and outer family in martial arts, no matter what kind of martial arts is practiced to the extreme, it is natural to cultivate both inside and outside, Zihong's punch, looking at the entire martial arts world, can catch no more than ten, but there is absolutely no Sun Yi.

Two fists of different colors and sizes collided together, Sun Yi's body slammed hard, followed by a kick and stepped back, every step on the ground was like stepping on the ground and shaking the mountain, every step, stepped into the frozen ground until the ankle, and retreated more than a dozen steps in a row before stopping, leaving a series of clear footprints in front of him, but still maintaining the posture of punching.

Zihong's face was not very good-looking, this fist came down, Sun Yi's fierce and domineering fist force caused him to slide back more than three meters away, the high-end crocodile leather shoes were also torn, the suit on his body was bulging, and he lost his previous graceful appearance, and his hands were shaking and hurting badly, I was afraid that a few finger bones would be cracked.

Zihong shook his hand, turned his back behind him and forced himself to calm down, snorted coldly and was about to teach Sun Yi a few words that he didn't know how thick the sky was, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong, where was the little girl who had been standing by Sun Yi's side before?

Zihong suddenly shook his body, twisted strangely, and a scimitar slid silently from his waist, as graceful and natural as a fish jumping out of the water, and even the purple suit that cut through him felt full of beauty.

The two scimitars strangled from both sides of his body like two staggered and hovering butterflies, Zihong's palms swayed again and again, leaving a faint trace behind him like a milk swallow skimming the calm water, and his body rushed forward several meters away, followed by a strange twist of his right arm, and hit Lan Mei's shoulder with a snap.

Lan Mei's body shrank and shrank, and the double knives were horizontal in front of him and backwards, like a kite rising from the wind in the spring breeze.

"What a hidden flower under the leaf!" Zihong gritted his teeth and said, his incomparably sassy purple suit was cut out by the scimitar of the blue eyebrows, as if it was a costume, full of joy.

Lan Mei took advantage of his strength and didn't suffer any injuries, and inserted the double knives into the scabbard behind him and said lightly, "It's not the hidden flowers at the bottom of the leaves, you admit it wrong, it's the butterfly dance and the fragrance of flowers!" ”

"Yes, there are a few characters who can be seen in the juniors, let Poor Dao give you a good guide today!" Zihong's handsome face was purple, his palms trembled slightly, and he was furious.

Lan Mei swooped and withdrew a long way away, raised his chin and pointed at Sun Yi and said, "I'm just a soy sauce beater, you have something to tell him!" ”

Zihong turned his head, and then he was frightened, Sun Yizheng walked out of the warehouse not far away, his right arm hanging in front of him, obviously he was not lightly injured when he punched Zihong, and his arm could not be raised, but what was the thing with a thick cylinder in his hand? It looks like a grenade launcher.

"Ni Niang, look at your old boy's martial arts, or Lao Tzu's armor-piercing bullets!" Sun Yi said viciously, and with a soft muffled sound, a forty-millimeter grenade with a yellow Chengcheng shell was stuffed into the single-shot grenade launcher, and his hand was pointed at Zihong as soon as he raised his hand.

Zihong's anger flew all of a sudden, there is a way that no matter how high the martial arts are, he is afraid of kitchen knives, and a martial arts master like Zihong, an old monster-level martial arts master, will also have a numb scalp when facing this kind of large-caliber firearm.

If it is an ordinary soldier, it may be necessary to attack in a group to be effective, otherwise as soon as his body is used, three or five soldiers will not want to hit him with submachine gun strafing, but they still can't stop the attack of the large army, after the rise of the firearms era, I don't know how many generations of amazing martial arts masters fell under the attack of various firearms.

And now he is only facing a grenade launcher, he doesn't have to care too much, but it also depends on whose hand this thing is holding, Sun Yi's strength is not weak, and he can even fight with him for a few tricks, although he is injured, but he is not comfortable, once this kind of person uses a firearm, his accuracy and reaction ability are also surprisingly good, and he may not be able to dodge.

"Boy, you're too much, you calm down first, and I'll talk to you later!" Before the words fell, Zihong had already climbed over the courtyard wall of Sun Yi's house, leaving only a small strip of purple cloth that had been scraped off.

"How dare you fire! It's going to shake the whole village! Lan Mei walked over and looked at Sun Yi's arm and said.

"I scared him!" Sun Yi said with a smile, then handed the grenade launcher to Lan Mei, and squeaked his left arm with his hand.

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