"The thief dares to be so rampant."

Feng Qingxuan had just stabilized his body, and his eyes were suddenly split, that young man was his little master, and it was also the foundation for him to be able to get more things in that family in the future, how could Feng Qingxuan see that this person had any accidents under his protection.

Feng Qingxuan swept up one by one and landed behind the young man, slapping the other party's back with his palms, his inner strength surging, and his robe and hair suddenly floated up.

The young man's mouthful of bright red blood stood out, and the depression in his eyes completely dissipated.

The young man's eyes with a hint of red hanging on the corners of his mouth became more and more cloudy, at this moment, as long as they were not fools, they all knew that they had kicked the iron plate, and the other party could force Feng Qingxuan back if he came out casually, and the young man who watched the show was even more leisurely, without the slightest change in color, obviously, even if he was not strong in martial arts, he should have a lot of reliance in his heart, how could a young man who had been walking with Hu from a young man not know.

"Do you dare to report your name?"

Feng Qingxuan knew that he would be clumsy, the ugly man who shook him back with a punch seemed to be not very old, but his internal strength was very strong, in terms of internal strength alone, it was no worse than him, a veteran who had practiced for forty or fifty years, and even slightly stronger, Feng Qingxuan, who had walked the rivers and lakes all his life, and rarely suffered losses, was so aggrieved for the first time, the two people in front of him were not very old, and the young man who watched the play was only in his twenties. There are many gate valves in the Han family, and Feng Qingxuan couldn't figure out what kind of characters the two people in front of him were for a while, so they were like the lowest street green skins. Ask for the registration number.

Yuan Shang did not speak. But I heard Pang Tong sneer: "Who am I waiting for?" The two of you are not qualified to know the way, be interesting, get out of Chang'an City, and stop my son-in-law's way. ”

This time, without waiting for Feng Qingxuan to speak, he saw the young man laughing angrily: "What a big breath, in the world of this big man, there are as many sons as a cow." This son is like listening, what kind of son is your son-in-law? ”

Yuan Shang took a step out from behind Pang Tong, his face was indifferent, the portrait picture in his heart flowed, but he couldn't think of the origin of the young man in front of him for a while, he simply didn't bother to recall, his eyes looked at the old man and the young man indifferently, and several besieging Yu Ji's figures behind him turned their eyes here, and even a few people had different colors.

Yuan Shang didn't want to delay any longer, and sneered: "One move." The two of you go up together, as long as you can take over this son's move. Today's Chang'an matter is over, otherwise I will have to come to the door to learn in the future. ”

"Rampant."

Feng Qingxuan didn't laugh angrily, he admitted that the ugly man in front of him was a difficult master, slightly stronger than him, but if the two sides wanted to fight to the death, the victory or defeat would still be between five and five, as for what one move to defeat the two of them, it was even more nonsense, although Feng Qingxuan no longer dared to underestimate the two young people in front of him, but he didn't want to believe that such a young man could defeat him with one move, not to mention, it was still one against two, although the little master behind him was not a master, but he could also be among the first-class masters, and the two joined forces, even if Pang Tong makes another move, Feng Qingxuan is also sure that he will not suffer, and Yuan Shang looks younger than Pang Tong, white and clean, dressed like a Confucian student, at this age, Feng Qingxuan has already thought highly of him several times, but he doesn't think that he will not even be able to block the other party's move.

After walking the rivers and lakes for so many years, Feng Qingxuan is the first time he has met a young man with such a big tone, who does he think he is? Feng Qingxuan sneered, wild solitary son? Huangfu cuttlefish? Tong Yuan? Wang Yue? Or Lu Bu or Yuan Shang?

It's really unfortunate, if Feng Qingxuan knew that the young man in front of him who was dressed as a weak scholar was Yuan Shang, maybe he would have dragged his little master and fled.

Yuan Shang's prestige, but it was completely piled up with killing, who dared to underestimate his age, who dared to say that he was a young man who had not dried up, four years, Yuan Shang spent four years to completely convince those old masters who relied on the old and sold the old, including the ten hidden forces did not dare to cross the thunder pool, not to mention the other family gate valves that have been inherited for a longer time, but the more talented they withered.

"I'm not old, but my tone is really not small."

The young man beside Feng Qingxuan smiled strangely, Yuan Shang is about the same age as him, he thinks that it is not easy to be among the first-class masters at this age, in the circle he is in, there are definitely less than ten fingers of young people his age who can compare with him, even if he thinks deeply, Yuan Shang's martial arts are much stronger than anyone he knows, but he still doesn't believe that Yuan Shang can be strong enough to surpass Feng Qingxuan, Feng Qingxuan's martial arts and reputation He knows the roots, Maybe it's not as good as those old antiques in the clan who sit on life and death all year round, but it's not comparable to the so-called top ten peak heroes in the current rivers and lakes, if according to the peer evaluation of several masters commonly used in the rivers and lakes, Feng Qingxuan's martial arts are absolutely and among the super-first-class realms, and he is one of the masters who stand at the top of the pyramid, if such a long-famous master can't even catch a move from the other party, he won't believe anything, not to mention, the two of them join forces, it is even more exaggerated, he doesn't believe it, What confidence did the man in front of him have to take the joint blow of the two of them.

Yuan Shang sneered and was silent, Pang Tong believed Yuan Shang very much, and his fist loosened and retracted into his sleeve, it was still raining in this winter, and for a person like him who was too lazy to die, if it was not very necessary, Pang Tong really didn't like to use knives and guns.

"Let's go together." Yuan Shang said.

"Okay, since you are looking for death, I will fulfill you."

The young man's eyes flashed with a trace of anger, from Yuan Shang's light and breezy demeanor, this young man from a big family was very arrogant and deduced a trace of disdain for himself, how could he have suffered such a shame, his eyes were red, it was a manifestation of anger, but he saw that the eagle claw shape of his palm dispersed, the white palm turned upside down, and a gesture unusual from the palm appeared.

Seeing this, Yuan Shang's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and then he remembered the origin of this person, but he didn't say much.

Seeing this, Feng Qingxuan, who was old and strong, his face was solemn, and an awe-inspiring aura burst out of the ground, his gray robe roared, although he didn't think that he would lose in the hands of the young man in front of him, but he didn't dare to have a trace of contempt.

"Up."

The young man took the lead in snatching up, and the top palm technique inherited from the ancient family suddenly slapped at Yuan Shang, his palms were like jade, but the palms were facing upward, like the sitting meditation of the Buddhist family, which was very strange.

The little master had already made a move, how could Feng Qingxuan, as a slave, sit idly by, the gray robe rolled up raindrops, and his body swept out like an eagle again, the cold light of those claws flickered like iron, and he suddenly grabbed Yuan Shang's chest.

Yuan Shang turned a blind eye and did not move, and the two of them joined forces to attack, until the moment when the other party's killing move fell, his eyes suddenly bloomed with a special light.

Yuan Shang made a move.

Without carrying a big black gun with him, nor with a blue shadow sword that symbolized power, Yuan Shang only relied on his two fists to bombard out cleanly, without a trace of gorgeous and fancy, just like a boxer, every punch was just right, and it was not very difficult, only two punches, and the two figures flew out more than a dozen steps away.

Pang Tong didn't have a trace of surprise, leisurely looked at Feng Qingxuan and his little master with a frightened face, and laughed strangely, Yuan Shang's martial arts could not be shaken by nobodies like them.

Although Feng Qingxuan's reputation is not small, in the eyes of the top ten hidden forces such as Guigumen, he is not even a scumbag, although there are few people in Guigumen, anyone can torture Feng Qingxuan, a so-called master like Feng Qingxuan, more than ten or twenty times, this is not an exaggeration, but as a unique confidence of an ancient sect.

Feng Qingxuan's face changed drastically, the horror in his eyes was permeated, a pair of eagle talons trembled slightly, his chest floated, with his decades of martial arts attainments, he was actually shocked back by Yuan Shang's punch, which was far more profound than the feeling that Pang Tong gave him.

The young boy brother was also shocked and dispersed, his eyes were gloomy as water, Feng Qingxuan's defeat was seen by him, and the two of them were really shocked back by Yuan Shang's move, as proud as he was, how could he accept this fact in front of him.

Especially under the premise that Yuan Shang is about the same age as him, he can't be calm.

The two fists shook Feng Qingxuan and the young man back, Yuan Shang stood indifferently with his fists, his brocade robe fluttering, and his whole body exuded an indescribable awe-inspiring momentum. (To be continued......)