"Little brother, the palm technique used by the old man just now is the Liangyi palm technique, I don't know how powerful it is?"

The old man smiled faintly and asked. The face was covered with wrinkles like ravines, and they suddenly relaxed.

The old face still can't hide the powerful momentum in the old man's body.

He stared at Ye Xuan, his footsteps moved slightly, and his palms were completely relaxed, which seemed very natural.

"Take!"

Ye Xuan shook his fist violently and responded with a smile.

Just now, the old man slapped his palm, which made him tremble.

The traditional Chinese martial arts are really broad and profound.

Just one Tai Chi can evolve a variety of palm techniques, fist techniques, and footwork techniques, and its power is incomparable.

The melon-eating crowd who watched the jokes around couldn't understand it, so they laughed sneeringly.

"This old man, when he is old, still loves to pretend to be so forceful."

"Yes. They are all people who have stepped into the palace of Hades with one foot, so they love to pretend to be forced, aren't they afraid that Hades will not dare to accept it. ”

"I have seen thousands of people pretending to be forced, but you are the only one who has won my heart."

A group of men, laughing.

In their opinion, the Tai Chi made by the old man is actually used by the old men to exercise, flirt with girls, and pretend to be forced in the park.

It's all a showcase!

Fight against this kind of old man who can Tai Chi.

Ordinary people, if you don't make a move, it's enough.

Once he makes a move, the old man will definitely fall to the ground.

Kind and kind, squinting, sneering, blackmailing you for 30,000 yuan.

It's not too easy to use the crime of beating the old man to extort money, okay?

In this land of Huaxia, let alone beatings, sometimes, even if you help an elderly man on the street, you will be blackmailed.

If you don't believe me, can you give it a try?

How much used to be a big money, and I drove in and out, and in the end, I didn't ride a bicycle the same.

Why?

It's not all because of the cheap hands, helping the old man who fell.

"A bunch of brain-dead."

Ye Xuan stood coldly in place, sneering at what the people around him said.

His eyes were as sharp as the blades of a knife, staring at the old man's movements.

This old man is very strong, he doesn't dare to be careless.

"Sir, dare to ask, what do you mean when you say that I am the same kind of person as you?" Ye Xuan asked in a deep voice.

"Huh."

The old man smiled faintly, slowly stretched forward his right palm, put on a Tai Chi pose, and said softly: "Through the practice of martial arts, the human body functions are amplified, aren't you like this?" ”

"Martial arts?"

Ye Xuan was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood that the "Divine Refining Technique" he was cultivating was actually some kind of martial arts.

Similar to Tai Chi, Baguazhang, and Eagle Claw Gong.

But what kind of sect does this "refining technique" belong to?

Ye Xuan has taught many sects of martial arts, and in the past when he was on a mission, he also came into contact with the disciples of various sects.

But the martial arts cultivated by those people, and the strength they showed, were far inferior to him.

"Little brother, you are very strong. I had no choice but to take out the mystery of Taijiquan, and then, I asked my little brother to teach me. ”

The old man smiled coldly, and a few sharp flashes suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Turbulence!

His body moved.

The figure seems to have turned into a lightning snake, and the seemingly simple pace of detouring has become very mysterious.

When Ye Xuan saw this, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Good ghostly pace."

Ye Xuan's expression was solemn and he exclaimed.

"This is the pace of the four elephant gossip, fused with the mystery of Qiankun, which seems simple, but in fact it is hidden in the needle, containing Qiankun."

The old man came quickly, clapped his palms together, and in an instant, he slapped his right palm towards Ye Xuan.

"Bang!"

In front of Ye Xuan's face, a muffled sound like a bomb explosion suddenly sounded.

"This is the gossip thunder palm method, little brother, can you still bear it?"

The old man smiled and explained.

But the residual power under his hand has not been restrained in the slightest.

Seeing that Ye Xuan had dodged his right palm, he raised his left palm and gently slapped it towards Ye Xuan like a fly.

This 'light' palm seems to be very light, but in fact it is as heavy as a thunder hammer.

If it hits the body, it will definitely break the bones and tendons, and its power is very terrifying.

"I can stand it, I can stand it."

Ye Xuan couldn't help but smile, turned sideways slightly, and the old man's right palm passed closely.

"Little brother, are you going to hide like this?"

The old man smiled awe-inspiringly, and his palm technique was a little more powerful, and the palm wind was like thunder, and it was powerful.

"Sir, I'm afraid that as soon as I make a move, you will fly out."

Ye Xuan's dodge speed was very fast, and with the help of his sixth sense, he could always dodge the old man's attacks in advance.

"Hehe, please little brother, don't hesitate to teach."

The old man's footsteps stepped on the ground, heavy as a thousand pounds, enough to break gold and stone.

Suddenly, I saw him withdraw his right fist, ready to let go, wanting to decide the outcome with one blow.

Seeing this, Ye Xuan smiled playfully, his steps sank suddenly, awakening his seventh sense, and the strength of his right fist directly increased a hundredfold.

Rumble!

Suddenly.

The old man and Ye Xuan moved forward at the same time, and their right palms and right fists suddenly collided together.

It's intense!

But in the eyes of outsiders, the old man's right palm is weak and weak.

Ye Xuan's right fist was like he hadn't eaten, and his muscles were weak and weak.

In short, the two collided fiercely, and in the eyes of outsiders, it was ...... Game-style fighting.

In layman's terms, it is to fight fake boxing.

But those people, who had never cultivated martial arts, how could they know that the punch that Ye Xuan had just punched was extremely powerful.

That punch was as strong as an elephant, as strong as a tiger, as fast as a leopard, and weighed six tons, enough to knock over a light truck.

The old man fell to the ground.

"Poof!"

At the corners of the mouth, there are even bloodshots.

Song Yufan, who had been standing next to the supercar and watching the old man boxing, was completely speechless and sluggish.

Nima!

A million at this level?

Got into a fight, like pushing the ball for his mother.

Who is it pitted for?

On the street, the sweeping aunt and a broom are estimated to be a hundred times stronger than this old guy.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Song Yufan's face was hideous, and the whole person was extremely angry, pointing at the old man who fell to the ground, and scolded.

"Hehe, I'm not against him. I don't want your million. ”

The old man snorted, his face was pale, and there was obvious blood in his chest.

"Grass! You took Lao Tzu's money, and didn't do Lao Tzu's business, and you asked Lao Tzu to let you go, is it possible? ”

Song Yufan snorted coldly, raised his foot, and was about to kick the old man.

At this time, Ye Xuan, who had been silent, suddenly moved.

"If you don't fight for three days, you will go to the house to uncover the tiles. Dare to find someone to deal with Lao Tzu, see that Lao Tzu does not abolish you. ”

Ye Xuan's face was gloomy, before, if he hadn't thought that Song Yufan was Song Zushen's own grandson, he would have taken action to abolish Song Yufan.

But now it seems that Song Yufan is not only unrepentant, but also intensified, if this kind of person is not abolished, what is he doing if he keeps it?

In addition to wasting air and Huaxia coins when you are alive, and wasting land and manpower when you are dead.

Scrap it!

Ye Xuan smiled fiercely, Song Yufan's heart trembled, trembling to the extreme, creepy, roughly so.

"I gave you a chance, but you don't know how to cherish it."

Ye Xuan smiled coldly, grabbed Song Yufan's arm, lifted it up, and pulled it violently, only to hear a "click", and his right arm was broken.

"Ah......h

Song Yufan's eyes were covered with cold sweat, his face was pale, and he cried out in pain.

At this time.

Song Renci, who drove over, widened his eyes and witnessed this scene, and he was extremely angry for a moment.

"Hehe, there's a good show."

Lu Tiansheng half-squinted, and his heart was overjoyed.

Song Renci would actually come to deal with Ye Xuan in person.

Ye Xuan will definitely die.

"Ye Xuan, I must let you die."

Song Renci was furious in his heart and said fiercely.

But on the surface, his expression did not change in any way.

He sneered and walked towards Ye Xuan's side.

Lu Tiansheng hurriedly greeted him and flattered: "Mr. Song, hello." ”

Why.

Song Renci didn't look at him, he flashed around directly, came to Ye Xuan, and said with a smile: "Uncle Xuan! ”