In mid-air, it is like a tiger out of the box, and it is also like a giant eagle rushing into the sky, before anyone arrives, the murderous aura is like severe frost, and Zhanfeng's whole body has been covered, this punch is extremely domineering, and it is definitely not comparable to a mid-level martial artist of the yellow level!

This is a punch with nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide, and to kill!

Zhan Feng's face changed, he exhaled violently, and his five fingers flicked away, although his spiritual power had recovered most of his spiritual power at this moment, but in the face of the opponent's sharp and fast punch, he didn't have time to cast any spells, and the five spiritual qi sneered out and shot straight towards the opponent's chest.

It was the plan to save Zhao from Wei Wei!

The thin old man's face froze, but his figure did not decrease at all, and he didn't even pay attention to Zhan Feng's five ethereal spiritual qi, and blasted straight at Zhan Feng's door with a punch.

Zhan Feng was taken aback, this old man is going to die, although he was in a hurry, but the speed of breaking the ethereal aura was obviously faster than the opponent's heavy punch, and if he didn't wait for the other party to hit him, he would definitely be broken by the aura first, and there was no reason why the thin old man couldn't see it.

He lost his mind, and before he could react, he barely twisted when his fist reached his body, only to feel a sharp pain in his shoulder, and the whole person flew straight backwards, and this punch completely dispersed his body-protecting aura.

Zhan Feng flew backwards, but his eyes were fixed on the other party, and the five spiritual qi "poof" fell short, all of them hit the opponent's chest, the clothes were shattered, and five thumb-sized holes appeared on the chest of the thin old man, revealing dark skin like fine iron.

The thin old man was overjoyed when he saw a punch hitting Fei Zhanfeng, and he was about to step forward to chase after him, but he felt a pain in his chest and couldn't help but snort. He stopped and glanced down at his chest. Only then did he raise his head and said coldly: "Finger power? ”

Zhan Feng retreated between the electric light and flint, unloading the opponent's huge force. Rao is body is successful, and the throat that was also smashed by this punch was sweet, and he was actually injured internally, but the other party was just in broken clothes, and his chest was unscathed, this surprise was really extraordinary, and his face became extremely solemn.

"What kind of kung fu are you?"

The two fought each other, but they were both injured, but Zhan Feng was more seriously injured. But he pretended to be calm, but made the thin old man unable to figure out the situation, and both of them were shocked in their hearts, and this question was blurted out at the same time!

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to be from Liuxiang Valley." The thin old man secretly complained in his heart, his guess was really right, this young man was really not small, and he offended the people of Liuxiang Valley. Not to mention himself, even the Open Heaven Sect is in endless trouble.

The kid in front of him is young, and that move is at least the strength of the late stage of the yellow level. Obviously, even if the other party is in Liuxiang Valley, he is also the leader of the younger generation of disciples, and today he really offended someone who should not be offended. At this moment, his intestines could be repentant.

But. This remorse only turned in my heart for a while, and it was immediately driven away. Since he has already been offended, he must not leave the other party, and this person must be left behind tonight.

"What, regret it?" Zhan Feng said with a smile while secretly healing.

"Dreaming!" The thin old man had a certain idea, so he didn't hesitate, his figure rose again, and flashed towards Zhan Feng in vain, and for a while, the shadow of the fist in the sky came to his face.

Zhan Feng was startled, turned around and ran!

My previous guess was really wrong, this guy is definitely not a yellow-level cultivator, at least in the early stage of the Xuan level, not only is his fist high and invincible, but what is even more terrifying is that his body is as hard to break as a fine iron blade, how can this Nima fight! So he didn't hesitate and immediately ran into the valley.

"Run? Hey, where do you think you can run? The thin old man sneered, kicked his feet, and his body rose like a flying rabbit, and in a few ups and downs, he arrived behind Zhanfeng.

My day, is this a monster, actually running so fast?

Zhan Feng was secretly surprised in his heart, but he was not panicked, aside, his own Yan Luo Bu was the world's first-class light body kung fu, and he had an innate advantage in escaping, just a martial artist in the early stage of the Xuan level, wanting to catch up with him was tantamount to a fool's dream.

But Zhan Feng did not completely get rid of the thin old man, but deliberately kept a distance from the other party, and the two figures, one white and one black, rushed into the valley after you chased me.

The more the thin old man ran, the more anxious he became, this kid was like a fish with a slippery head, several times he was about to catch up with the other party, but he was inexplicably escaped again, again and again, making him extremely irritable, like a breath of stuffy in his chest, unable to go up and down.

The more he ran, the more he regretted it, how could he forget that Liuxianggu was famous all over the world, just a disciple in the middle of the yellow level, he couldn't catch up, if he slipped away today, then everything would be over.

His mind flashed, but he did not pause under his feet, and ran forward with his body technique, only to see the scenery on both sides flying by, the rapid wind whistling in his ears, and seeing that he could catch Zhan Feng again, but he didn't expect the other party to suddenly change direction, and he went straight to the cliff next to the road, and flew up without stopping.

The thin old man scolded in his heart, but followed Zhan Feng all the way to the top of the cliff.

After this long-distance attack, Zhan Feng's spiritual power in his body was still fully recovered, and his ambition rose again at this moment, his body was like a crane spreading its wings, rushing to the top of the cliff, and at the same time the spiritual power gathered in his right arm.

The thin old man looked into the distance, where Zhan Feng went, there was a huge mountain rock standing tall, and he was about to block the other party's way, he was overjoyed in his heart, looked up to the sky and roared, his body was three points faster, and his right fist was blasted out with all his strength at the same time.

Sure enough, Zhan Feng's body in front of him suddenly paused, and it seemed that he had finally found the big stone blocking the road in front of him, and in this hesitation, the giant fist of the thin old man had already arrived at Zhan Feng's vest, he raised his eyebrows, and was about to show joy on his face, but he saw Zhan Feng suddenly turn around, and his right arm waved sharply.

The thin old man's eyes lit up, a fireball the size of a watermelon flew out of thin air, and he was wrapped in it at once, he screamed, his waist straightened, and his body turned back three or four feet, the golden rooster was independent, and the sand and stones were flying, which actually made him stand on top of an ancient pine, swaying.

And the fireball was extinguished immediately, and the thin old man's whole body was already burned, and the whole person was in rags, like a black monkey.

But Zhan Feng was dressed in white, folded in the air, and flew up diagonally, standing straight on top of the boulder! The two sides are high and low, moving and still, and they are both standing still for a while.

"What kind of kung fu are you?" The thin old man's surprise was really a little distracted, he never dreamed that Zhan Feng would have such a hand, this kid didn't seem to have a bazooka, where did this fireball come from?

The shock in Zhan Feng's heart was even worse than his, he couldn't imagine that his primary fire technique couldn't hurt the other party, his eyes shrank, but he smiled: "You haven't answered my question yet, what kind of kung fu are you?" ”

The thin old man took a mouthful of white teeth, and his face was pale: "Iron cloth shirt!" (To be continued......)