It's you, it's you, it's you.

The old man's words stunned Yan Murong, and he wondered if he would come up with another sentence in the next sentence, "Maybe I owe you too much in my previous life"?

"Old man, I'm going to whip you up if you play tricks again." Yan Murong took a step back and said vigilantly.

"Don't panic." The old man bared his big yellow teeth and smiled. "Little doll, let me ask you, are you a descendant of a ghost doctor?"

"Who the hell are you?" Yan Murong asked coldly.

There were many people who knew that he was a doctor, but very few knew that he was a ghost doctor—and the old man came up and told him who he was, which made him have to be more vigilant.

"Yes, yes." The old man nodded with satisfaction, and did not answer Yan Murong's question, his voice suddenly became extremely cold. "Boy, your life is mine tonight."

"Slow down, slow down." Yan Murong hurriedly waved his hand.

This old man, if he either has a grudge against himself, is a psychopath who ran out of the Anding Hospital.

"Old man, there are more people who want my life—you must tell me what kind of enmity you have against me, right? I don't even know you. Yan Murong said.

"It doesn't matter if you know each other or not, want to know?" A strange smile hung on the corner of the old man's mouth.

"Yes." Yan Murong nodded seriously.

He felt that this old man must have a mental problem, and the problem was still very big, otherwise he would wear a pair of sunglasses in the middle of the night and pretend to be cool, and he kept saying that he wanted his own life.

"I'll talk about it if I win." The old man said.

"Okay." Yan Murong's voice had not yet fallen, but his body was ejected like a bullet, and after a run, his body jumped high, his legs parted to both sides, and he sandwiched the old man's neck in the shape of scissors.

Neck twisting, as the name suggests, is a killer move that uses both legs to twist the opponent's neck, which can bring down the opponent at least and directly break the opponent's neck - if you say it is popular, this move is called a deadly scissor kick.

Yan Murong didn't want to use a killing move as soon as he came up, except for feeling a trace of weirdness from this old man, he didn't feel any murderous aura, but his intuition told him that this old man was very powerful.

"It's too slow." The old man smiled slightly, his body did not retreat, and at the moment when Yan Murong's legs were about to twist his neck, his left hand clenched into a fist and hit the sole of Yan Murong's shoes.

"Bang-"

With a muffled sound, Yan Murong only felt a tingling sensation coming from the soles of his feet, and his body flew backwards in the air, and in shock, his body forcibly adjusted his posture in the air, and a backflip fell to the ground.

The pain and numbness in the soles of the feet soon spread throughout the leg, as if cramping, and the pain made people dare not exert themselves.

"Old immortal, if I don't pluck your white hair today, I'll take your surname." Yan Murong shouted angrily, and at the same time, the silver needle also appeared in his hand, and quickly pricked an acupuncture point on the inner thigh, which relieved the pain.

Seeing that the pair of domestic brand sneakers that he had spent hundreds of yuan on had opened his mouth, Yan Murong was angry, and at the same time he was surprised in his heart.

The old man's hair was gray, and his body was slightly rickety, and he looked like he was about to enter a coffin, but the force of this punch was like the strength of a thousand catties.

Yes, this old man also has internal strength, even higher than Yan Murong's internal strength cultivation.

"Rampant child, very foul mouth." The old man was angry, snorted coldly, and without waiting for Yan Murong to attack again, he moved first.

In the blink of an eye, the old man had already jumped in front of Yan Murong, formed a palm with one hand, and slapped Yan Murong's face lightly.

Yan Murong was shocked, this slap seemed to be light and fluttering, but in fact it was extremely powerful, if he was hit in the face, at least half of his teeth would have to be slapped out.

The speed of this slap was extremely fast, barely giving Yan Murong time to dodge.

Under the crisis, Yan Murong's body quickly fell backwards, and his calves and thighs bent directly at ninety degrees from his knees.

Iron plate bridge, at this time, Yan Murong could only use this trick to avoid the old man's slap.

"Whew-"

The sound of the wind swept overhead, Yan Murong Kankan dodged this palm, and at the same time, with one foot supporting, the other foot quickly kicked under the old man's body.

If it were someone else, Yan Murong's kick would definitely make the other party's egg hurt for a while--but this old man was obviously not a piece of worry-free material.

One palm slapped into the air, but the old man's arm was not withdrawn, and the other palm was pressed down to block Yan Murong's kick, but the palm that was slapped out turned into a knife, and the knife in one hand slashed down at Yan Murong's knee.

If this time it was accurate, Yan Murong's leg bones would have to be broken into several knots.

Yan Murong cherished himself so much, how could he let him break his leg - in shock, the leg that supported his body was also raised. This time it's not a broken kick, but a straight kick.

The old man quickly retracted, blocking Yan Murong's kick with one palm, and Yan Murong's hands also supported the ground, and with the rebound power of this kick, he jumped out three or four meters away in an instant with a backward flip, and opened a distance from the old man.

This old immortal is really difficult, Yan Murong thought to himself.

quickly adjusted his breathing, and without waiting for the old man to attack again, Yan Murong pounced first. When he was about to approach the old man, his fast-moving body suddenly turned around and went directly behind the old man, and the old man also turned around, and his figure flashed, and he rushed towards Yan Murong.

At this time, Yan Murong was not in a hurry to make a move, and the moment the old man rushed over, he accelerated again and went around to the other side.

Twisting and turning-Yan Murong kept going around, using his speed to disrupt the old man's rhythm.

The old man seemed to understand Yan Murong's intentions, so he stopped, his head turned around, and his ears still moved.

This action did not escape Yan Murong's eyes, and when he saw the old man's movements, Yan Murong was happy in his heart - this old man was not pretending to be cool, but really blind.

Where there is a weakness, there is a flaw, Yan Murong made up his mind, his body accelerated again, and he circled around the old man, thinking to himself, I must make this old man dizzy.

"Rustle-" This was the sound of Yan Murong's footsteps rubbing against the ground when he moved.

"Huhuhu-" This is the sound of the wind brought up by Yan Murong's rapid movements.

The old man still couldn't move, and the faster Yan Murong moved, the faster his ears fluttered.

"Whew-"

Suddenly, a strong wind flashed, the old man moved, and Yan Murong also moved.

The two figures passed by.

"Click-"

The two switched places with each other, but in the open space in the middle was an extra pair of glasses, and the black lenses broke away from the frame and shattered.