Li Ang has only been learning Tai Chi Kung Fu for a few years, but Zhang Fengshou has been adopted by Master Xinghai to teach Tai Chi Kung Fu since he was a child, and it has been more than 20 years now. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info but in the contest just now, it was equivalent to a tie, which shows that Ang Lee's talent is above Zhang Fengshou, and the Taiji Qiankun hand is indeed much better than the Taiji cloud hand.

"Senior brother, he is Xingyun's old immortal apprentice, and he uses the Tai Chi Qiankun hand!" The three Taijimen people went up together to complain to Zhang Fengshou.

Swearing again?

Li An's eyes showed a sense of anger, and when he wanted to teach a lesson to the person who insulted the chief of the Nebula Dao, he saw that Zhang Fengshou took the lead.

"Bang, bang." Three times in a row, the three Taiji men each received a slap in the face.

Zhang Fengshou rebuked with a calm face: "Shut up! The Nebula Daoist is the senior brother of the master in charge, and you are scolding the Daoist in the Nebula like this to agree with insulting the master, why don't you hurry up and slap your mouth!? ”

The three Taiji men looked slightly stunned, but they didn't dare to disobey Zhang Fengshou's intentions, and immediately raised their hands and slapped themselves.

Zhang Fengshou bowed his hand to Li An again: "It turns out that my brother is the apprentice of Uncle Xingyun, so you and I are considered senior brothers, why don't you find a place to sit down and have a cup of tea and chat?" ”

This guy is so scheming.

Li An said secretly.

The Xingyun Daoist is indeed the senior brother of Master Xinghai, but he has long since withdrawn from the Taiji Gate and has been hunted down by the Taiji Gate for decades.

It is said that Zhang Fengshou should hate himself like the other three after learning that he has a relationship with the Nebula Daoist, but he can keep a smile all the time, and let the three junior disciples slap themselves, the depth of his scheming is really hard to describe.

Li An didn't know what Zhang Fengshou was thinking in his stomach, but he didn't like this guy very much, so he replied: "I'm sorry, I still have important things to do, let's talk about it next time." With that, he turned around and walked out of the competition area.

"Okay, we'll talk next time." Zhang Fengshou said with a smile.

Seeing Li An leaving, the three Taiji Sect people asked in a low voice: "Senior brother, did you really let that kid go like this?" ”

Zhang Fengshou turned his head and glared at the three of them, and said in a low voice: "Do you have the ability to keep him?" After saying that, he snorted and turned to leave.

The three Taiji men glanced at each other, shook their heads helplessly and sighed, and left with Zhang Fengshou.

As soon as he walked out of the gate of the competition area, Ang Lee exuded his qi sense to the extreme, hoping to catch a trace of stone in the air.

It's been almost an hour since the stone left here, and with the fact that there are so many people coming in and out of here, the residual breath in the air is very chaotic.

Got it!

Li An was very excited, although he only found a meager wisp of aura, but he was very sure that the stone left it, and immediately chased after this wisp of aura.

Stones, you have to hold on, I'll be here right away.

In a ravine less than five kilometers away from the Summoning Contest, the stone was surrounded by Moult and two other muscular men.

"Mo Yu, do you think you can escape?" Moult said with a sneer.

The stone snorted, but didn't say a word.

Moult went on to say, "Three years ago you assassinated the son of the patriarch, and you were going to die, both according to the rules of the clan and according to the laws of society. Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, our people will chase you and kill you! ”

"He's damned!" Stone suddenly spoke coldly.

"Damn it?" Moult raised his eyebrows, but said disdainfully, "The son of the patriarch should be in every way, and it is not something you can kill if you say it." Now that you've been hit by us, we should kill you according to the rules of the clan, do you have anything to say? ”

Stone snorted coldly.

"Looks like you've pleaded guilty." Moult said coldly, and followed the sermon, "Mo Qing, do it." ”

The strong man standing on the right side of the stone immediately reached out and grabbed the head of the stone as if he were about to catch a chicken, while his other hand clasped the shoulder of the stone, ready to grab it and twist the head off the stone.

Seeing that Mo Qing's hand was about to grab the stone, the stone suddenly became short, successfully avoided Mo Qing's hand, and then hit Mo Qing with his shoulder.

With a "bang", it felt like the stone had hit an iron plate, and with a muffled sound, Mo Qing fell backwards to the ground.

Shi knew that his situation was very dangerous, so he would not show mercy after he succeeded, and broke Mo Qing's hands with two "clicks", followed by a fist on Mo Qing's head.

There was another muffled sound, and Mo Qing, who was taller and stronger than a stone, fainted with a tilted head.

"Mo Yu, you still dare to resist!" Moult shouted in an angry manner, stretched out his hand and grabbed the stone, and at the same time shouted, "Mo Hai, do it!" ”

The stone rolled on the spot, avoiding Moult's attack, and rose from the ground and rushed forward.

At this time, Mo Hai reached out and picked up a stone the size of a face plate, and smashed it towards the stone with a "whew".

Dozens of pounds of stones struck like bullets, and they smashed on the back of the stone with a "bang".

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out of the stone's mouth, and almost at the same time he also leaned forward and fell to the ground.

"Well done." Moult exclaimed, stepped forward, grabbed the stone by the neck like a chicken, and lifted it up.

Stone only felt as if his neck was imprisoned by steel bars, and instinctively reached out and grabbed Moult's wrist, but the green tendons on the back of his fingers jumped violently, but he still couldn't remove the other person's hand from his neck.

Moult is a world-famous Hercules, and he is not afraid at all if he is stronger, and says disdainfully: "Mo Yu, don't struggle." It is your honor to die at the hands of my Moult, at least I will let you die a happy death, but in the hands of others you will be tortured very painfully to die, just like your dead sister. ”

Younger sister!

Stone's eyes suddenly burst into bloodshots, and his arm slammed into Morte's chest.

"Smack." Moult had expected it, grabbed the arm hit by the stone with one hand, and sneered, "Mo Yu, I deeply regret what happened to your sister. She is the first beauty of our clan, and I still want to wait for her to come to your house to propose marriage when she is an adult, who would have thought that she would ...... Alas, it's useless to talk about this now. Mo Yu, if you really feel sorry for your sister, then you shouldn't live alone in this world and go to another world to accompany your sister. ”

Stone's face flushed, and his neck made a "gurgling" sound as Moult's fingers contracted, and his mind was buzzing.

Am I going to die here?

Younger sister.

Stone remembered his dead sister.