"Is this old immortal a monster?"

Murong Bo gritted his teeth, looking at Guo Haihuang, who showed no signs of injury, and felt that his worldview over the years was about to be shattered.

Is this really an old man?

As the saying goes, old age does not rely on muscles and bones, but internal force to suppress the young.

As long as the talent is not too bad, and the martial arts are not too bad, you can become a second-rate master with a strong internal force, or even first-class.

On the contrary, old age and blood decay, bones and flesh have no vitality, and the masters of external skills who rely on the strength of their muscles and bones will collapse, and it is a good thing to be able to die well, most of them are injured, and it is difficult for even a young man to fight.

This is common sense on the rivers and lakes.

But what about the man in front of him? Murong Bo could feel that the other party was a master of external strength from the outside to the inside, with strong internal strength, but he had no internal strength at all from beginning to end, but purely relied on external strength to fight with himself.

Gu Xi old man, the external power is so powerful!

Murong Bo really couldn't think of why, didn't he say that he didn't think he could be old and strong? He already felt the decline in his body functions, but why was this old immortal still so violent!

"Strong, your skills are very good, so why bother with those flashy things?" Guo Haihuang spoke, "Dou Zhuan Xing, what a powerful skill, you already have treasures in your body, why do you want to learn Shaolin kung fu to reduce your purity?" ”

He actually knew!

Murong Bo's pupils shrank, and he was shocked by Guo Haihuang's words, his identity, and the dynamics over the years were actually broken in one word, how did he know?

No, since he knows, it means ......

"So my so-called hiding, in the eyes of the Great Song Dynasty, is no different from a monkey playing monkey show?" Murong Bo smiled, "It's really arrogant, I thought I could hide everything." ”

"But I'm curious, what benefits did Da Song give you, and he was able to make a master like you work hard for it."

Guo Haihuang shook his head.

"You got one thing wrong, it's not that I'm working hard for Da Song, it's just that my boss is helping Da Song."

Murong Bo was a little unwilling, "What's so good about him in the Great Song Dynasty, why don't you conspire with me for a great cause, and the world will be divided into two parts in the future, isn't it happier than now?" ”

"You'd love to sit on that chair?" Guo Haihuang raised his eyebrows, "Is that chair so tempting?" ”

"Ninety-five Supreme, the co-lord of the world, my Dayan's dream of recovering the country!" Murong Bo looked fanatical, "Who doesn't want the power of power, who doesn't want to grasp it?" ”

"Alas......" Guo Haihuang sighed, "Strong, your purity is too low." ”

"The throne, the wine, the woman, the power, these are the things that need to be given up in my opinion, and they are unnecessary things in my pursuit of power."

"I gave up everything, and there is nothing that makes me happier than the strength in my body growing little by little."

"Strong, you have very powerful and ingenious skills, but you are pursuing these, and in the composition of the battle, your purity has been reduced!"

Guo Haihuang was breathing, and after the last word was revealed like thunder, his originally long breathing changed.

It is a kind of resonant breathing, it is the strange breath of heaven and earth as one with me, and all things are born with me.

……

"Guo Haihuang, do you want to try to awaken the martial soul?"

In the silver-white laboratory, Guo Haihuang looked at Huo Tianxiao, who was undergoing surgery, and said to him.

"Martial Soul?" Guo Haihuang looked at Huo Tianxiao's eyes, "Is this kind of Huo Xiaoyou's power?" ”

"That's right, there has been a breakthrough recently, and you can try to add awakening to the martial spirit." Huo Tianxiao's voice seemed to be full of charm, "Brand new skills and strength, do you want to try it?" ”

Guo Haihuang shook his head: "Not need." ”

"Why?" Huo Tianxiao was a little suspicious, "At present, although the additional probability of the Idealistic Substance Weapon Martial Soul is pitiful, the additional probability of the Materialist Beast Martial Soul is very high, and the several options in my hand are very good." ”

"The Evil Eye White Tiger Martial Soul has been tested and has a standard template reference."

"The Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul has three advanced routes and various functions to meet the needs of people with changeable minds."

"The Golden Dragon King Martial Soul, the probability is low, the share is limited, but it is extremely powerful, it is a standard hand-to-hand combat powerful martial soul, which is very suitable for Guo Haihuang to use."

"Mimic Body Evil Eye Martial Soul, Beast Martial Soul Subspecies - Ontological Martial Soul, with a high prospect, involving the sea of spiritual consciousness, is a spiritual attribute martial soul, and I can consider it as a certain reference."

Huo Tianxiao is like a salesman, and his language exudes a charm flavor.

"Anyway, I don't need money, just give it a try."

"Not really." Guo Haihuang still shook his head, "What I pursue is the ultimate truth, the ultimate technique, and everything else is unclean things that reduce purity." ”

"So, I don't need any martial spirits."

……

"Did you use that?" Huo Tianxiao looked at the windy lake in the distance, and the two of them who were facing each other smiled slightly.

"Guo Lao, it's also a true temperament."

Wang Dong remembered Guo Haihuang, who had a proud face and a firm expression, and smiled, "Yes, Guo Lao is really temperamental." ”

On the surface of the lake, the wind was howling, Guo Haihuang was slightly hunched over, like a big cat, and a black word "Wang" appeared faintly on his forehead.

The power is surging, the soul power is gushing out from the dantian, flowing all over the body, under the originally droopy and loose skin, the muscles begin to fill, Guo Haihuang seems to have returned to his youth.

Strong limbs, strong physique, bulging muscles all over the body, bee waist and ape back, even wrinkles disappear, skin is straightened, and eyes are like angry eyes.

"Strong, use this punch to refine your purity and let you throw away those impure things."

With an explosion, several large puddles broke open on the surface of the lake, stirring up thousands of waves, and Guo Haihuang's hard kung fu of crossing the river with one hand of incense elephant walked out of the tiger state, as domineering as the king of beasts.

You can see his trajectory, but you can't dodge it.

If you can't take it, you'll die!

Murong Bo's brain was desperately warning, and the ancient crisis consciousness of human beings was groaning, and the posture of the demon god and evil tiger was comparable to the roar of Zhang Yide in front of Changban Slope, and it was no question to scare a timid person to death.

The clouds are from the dragon, and the wind is from the tiger.

A punch moved, a tiger roared, and the sonic boom started again, and the broken sound barrier rolled up the water one zhang deep within a hundred zhang and turned it into a water curtain in the sky. Blood splattered under Murong Bo's feet, his legs twisted unnaturally, and the lake under his body was broken by invisible force, as if a river was splitting and breaking, exposing the bottom of the lake, and even blasting a big crater on top of the silt.

"Not bad."

Looking at Murong Bo, who was already unconscious, Guo Haihuang nodded and turned to leave.

At the critical juncture, Murong Bo's background was exerted, and the kung fu of fighting the stars with one hand broke the shackles again, and forcefully moved Guo Haihuang's supersonic fist strength down with the help of his body and fell into Dongting Lake.

The legs were destroyed by the force, and the Yongquan Point, which was already overwhelmed and injured, was completely destroyed, and the soles of the feet were broken through a big hole by the force, bombarding the surface of the lake, and even a few feet away from the lake, blasting the silt at the bottom of the lake.

This response alone is already exquisite, and it can be praised by Guo Haihuang.