At that time, Zhang Liang really didn't expect this old man in white to be so narrow-minded, and he was actually angry about his injury to the head of the Fuhu faction, and when he was doing something with his junior brother, he suddenly raised his internal force and slapped himself, regardless of his identity and martial arts rules.

Now, when he saw that this person who had no martial virtue actually had such a high level of skill, he was really surprised in his heart, and he was really worried about the local old man opposite.

At this time, Grandpa withdrew his gaze from the field, turned his face and whispered to Wan Lin beside him: "It seems that this Lingxiu Gate has really been inherited, someone called this person Xie Zhangmen just now, it seems to be consistent with the legend left by our ancestors." At that time, the head of the Lingxiu faction who fought with the head of Hongquan was called Xie Changgeng, and this person was also surnamed Xie, which should have been passed down from his descendants."

The old man's face had a look of relief, as if he was very glad that this extremely rare cold skill could be handed down. Wan Lin nodded with a smile, he knew his grandfather's mind very well, and knew that the old man appreciated the novel Chinese kung fu very much, and this magical martial art was indeed a treasure of Chinese martial arts.

At this time, Xiao Lan, who was holding Xiao Ya's arm on the side, suddenly whispered: "This is our extremely famous martial arts sect, which is called Lingxiu Sect, which is the same as the name of our mountainous area. The head is this Grandpa Xie, and his kung fu is very high."

Grandpa and Wan Lin both turned their faces to look at Xiao Lan, Xiao Lan immediately pulled Xiao Ya closer to them and continued to whisper: "This Lingxiu Sect is famous in our place, it is said that they have very few disciples, they are all people within the Xie family, and they never accept outsiders. ”

"Look at the few people around you who have scimitars hanging from their waists, they are all disciples of Master Xie and people in their family. Usually we rarely see them, the dragon sees the head but not the tail, even if they appear one by one, they never see them have a smiling face, it is said that their kung fu is passed on to the son but not the daughter, very mysterious."

"Don't they live around here?" Xiao Ya turned her face and looked at Xiao Lan curiously and asked. "They don't live here, they live deep in the mountains, no one knows where they live, they rarely come out, and they can only see them when there is something going on in the nearby mountains. I just heard from the old shopkeeper of the grocery store next to me that since they discovered the pervert a few days ago, Master Xie and they rushed here from the mountains yesterday, and they have been wandering around the nearby mountains, trying to find that villain," Xiaolan hurriedly said.

Wanlin and the others probably understood from Xiaolan's answer, it turned out that this Lingxiumen had always lived in the depths of this mountain, but in this mountainous area, it automatically fulfilled the martial arts nature of chivalry and righteousness, protecting the fathers and villagers in this mountainous area, and the door was the same as his own family, and kung fu was only passed down in the family and never passed on.

After listening to Xiaolan's words, Grandpa nodded and said: "Okay, this is the duty of a martial arts knight, no wonder I haven't heard of them in the martial arts, and it seems that they still maintain the tradition of their ancestors."

He turned his head and whispered to Wan Lin and Xiaoya: "Judging from the fact that this Xie Sect didn't let us interfere just now, the people of this faction still maintain a strong sense of region, have a strong xenophobia, are very arrogant, and are also very conceited about their martial arts, you should be careful when you come into contact with them for a while, and talk less."

Wan Lin and Xiao Ya both nodded, and the two looked up at the several Lingxiu Sect disciples distributed on the street, Wan Lin said in a low voice: "They came just in time, those Lingxiu Sect disciples on the street are holding the handle of their swords, and they are monitoring the dozen or so people on the side of Fuhu Gate. Just now, I was afraid that these dogs would jump off the wall in a hurry, relying on the strength of the crowd to hurt people, but now that there are people from Lingxiumen with knives beside them, it is estimated that those people will not dare to act rashly."

Grandpa raised his eyes and glanced around, and said coldly: "Hehe, if these people who have no martial virtue dare to act recklessly, I will let them all return all the kung fu on their bodies to their ancestors, a group of bastards who don't know whether to live or die!" ”

Wan Lin and Xiao Ya's hearts moved, knowing that their grandfather was already angry, if that group of people dared to attack them in groups, they would immediately take action to abolish all the kung fu of this group of people!

While a few people were talking, a cold breath suddenly came. Wan Lin and the three of them hurriedly raised their eyes and looked forward, and it turned out that the Lingxiu Sect Xie and the long-haired old man on the field were already fighting more and more fiercely.

On the field, a stream of true qi struck the surroundings with the fists and feet of the two, and both of them had a strong aura in their fists and feet. The people around him retreated step by step in this turbulent airflow, and their eyes flashed with horror.

At this time, the fierce fight on the field was completely different from when Zhang Liang and Xiao Ya made a move with their opponents just now, just now the two of them were all relying on their fast and fast moves to maneuver with their opponents, giving people a dazzling feeling.

And now, the field is agitated, a black and a white two old men on the field quickly turn their bodies, a move and a style all show profound skills, and both sides are ruthless, the moves are going to the opponent's vital point, as long as one of the two sides is hit, not dead will be seriously injured.

The thin head of Xie was dressed in black, with no expression on his face, but his hands and feet were extremely fast, and his feet were extremely flexible according to a strange footwork of flickering forward and retreating, protecting him with one hand in front of him, and hitting the opponent from time to time with one palm, and his whole body exuded a cold aura.

The old man on the opposite side is wearing a white practice uniform, the practice clothes on his body have been drumming with the protective true qi forced out of the body, the expression on his face is extremely dignified, his body rotates flexibly with the opponent, his steps are extremely stable, and the bluestone slab under his feet moves with his body, and from time to time there is a cracking sound of "click", and the internal force is extremely amazing.

The palms of the two staggered to hit each other, and the palms of their palms brought out a strong wind, moving quickly under their feet, and their moves hit each other's vital points. The two figures are fighting faster and faster in the field, one black and one white, advancing and retreating like ghosts in the narrow street, one cold and one hot two strong winds hit the bamboo buildings on both sides of the street, and the dilapidated bamboo buildings are making a "squeaking" sound in the strong wind.

The martial arts practitioners on both sides of the street saw such a fierce battle on the field, and their faces changed color. No one expected that in this deep mountain town, they would actually see two martial arts masters with such profound internal skills.

They know that among the current Chinese martial arts practitioners, the real internal kung fu itself is extremely rare, and there are very few masters who have practiced the internal martial arts to the point of hurting people, but they didn't expect that in this little-known town, there were several one after another.

Everyone retreated back again and again in the fierce palm wind, especially the palm wind struck by the old man in black with a piercing chill, which made the people around him have a chill rising from the bottom of their hearts, which was extremely uncomfortable.