In such a way of appearance, Yu Wenhua and the tiger's mouth holding the iron spear couldn't help but show a little sweat.

This person, Yu Wenhua has never seen it.

After receiving Yang Guang's imperial decree, he had also seen the portrait of Shi Long, the master of Yangzhou Shilong Dojo, and there was no resemblance to the Taoist in front of him.

Since this Dao person claims to be in his hands, it is estimated that there is only one possibility.

Thinking of this, Yu Wenhua's face was gloomy.

I was the first to get on the board!

"Humph!"

"I look at Your Excellency's Taoism, and I am not like ordinary people, although I have never heard of the name and surname, but I must also be a master of the Tao in some immortal mountain."

"If Your Excellency takes this longevity formula, it is best to give it with both hands, otherwise I will have to wait for my Great Sui to send troops to encircle and suppress it, even if you are that Grandmaster Ning Daoqi, you will not want to escape!"

Yu Wenhua and his whole body breath were cold, and the sharp edge in his words was exposed, with bursts of oppression, and he attacked the white-eyed Taoist in front of him.

His gloomy countenance, coupled with these words, is like a poisonous snake staring at its prey in the dark, which makes people shudder.

If ordinary people heard Yu Wenhua and these words, I am afraid that they would not be frightened, and they would inevitably panic in their hearts.

But it's a pity that Yu Wenhua is facing Zhang Sanfeng.

After listening to Yu Wenhua and what he said, Zhang Laodao still had a faint smile on his face, but in that smile, there was already a little unhappiness.

The secret of longevity, in Ling Donglai's oral statement, is the secret passed down from ancient times, and it was passed on to future generations after the ancestors realized it from the God of War catalog.

It is an ownerless thing, and people who are destined can get it, but if it falls into this Yu culture and mouth, it has become a thing in his bag.

Treasures are born, and those who can live in them.

Want the recipe for longevity? OK.

Although my old Taoist priest doesn't have much concern about this formula, since you want it, then come forward and get it yourself!

"The general's words are wrong, this longevity recipe is handed down from ancient times, and those who are destined can get it, as long as they have the ability, anyone can get it, why do you say the words so high-sounding?"

"In a word, want the recipe for longevity? Pick it up yourself! ”

"Lao Dao is in this three-inch place, waiting for the general to make a move!"

Trample!

After Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, he raised his feet a little forward, swept out a circle within a square circle, and then raised his robe, stroked his white beard and said leisurely to Yu Wenhua.

The scene became tense in an instant as the words of the white-eyed Taoist spoke.

Yu Wenhua frowned, and looked at the stubborn Zhang Sanfeng in front of him, his eyes were gloomy.

"The crooked reasoning of the Taoist chief is the first to say the Tao."

"Since this is the case, then Yu Wenhua will not discourage it."

"After all, you, a Taoist priest, are bent on seeking death, how can I stop it!"

"Pick it up, Taoist!"

Drink!

Facing Zhang Sanfeng, who didn't know the details, Yu Wenhua did not retreat, but after finishing his words, he slapped the horse's back and crossed the void, raised the long spear after a long shout, and shook it out with a shot at the white-eyed Taoist in front of him with the tip of the big gun!

Although Zhang Sanfeng's appearance method made Yu Wenhua and frightened, but he had never fought before, who could take the lead in saying his victory!

He Yu Culture and since his debut, he has defeated all opponents from all sides, except for the top powerhouse, who can win against him?

An unknown Taoist priest in the wilderness, since he dared to take away the secret of immortality in front of the public, how could Yu Wenhua do what he wanted!

The icy aura emanated from Yu Wenhua and the spear, making the surrounding air chill, and the soldiers who were relatively close behind were even more cold and shivered.

Ice Xuanjin!

As the guard of Yang Guang, the emperor of the Great Sui, how could Yu Wenhua not have the ability to press the bottom of the box?

Yuwen valve is one of the four major valves, is the world's top nobles, its family passed down the strength of the ice, is the world's first-class internal strength, the entire Yuwen family practice this peerless scholar, in addition to the valve owner Yuwen injury, there is only Yu culture and into the doorway.

Bing Xuan's strength entrains the cold and internal breath, so the method of unloading qi and borrowing strength has no effect on Bing Xuanjin, not only that, but the yin poison of this martial art is also rare in the world, if you let the cold breath enter the body, it will be as difficult to eliminate as the gangrene of the appendage, which makes people unguardable!

"If the Taoist priest takes it, he can die in the hands of my Yuwen family's Bingxuan strength, and it will not be considered an insult to your reputation!"

Yu Wenhua and his voice were as cold as Xuan Bing, a pair of eagle eyes burst with fine light, the toes were a little in the air, and the iron spear that exuded a cold aura burst out with infinite energy, and with Yu Wenhua's tiger arm raised, the next moment it slammed down on the top of Zhang Sanfeng's head!

This blow, fierce! Narrow pass!

Although I don't know where Zhang Sanfeng is sacred, Yu Wenhua and this trick are not a trace of clumsiness, and the shot is to use all his strength!

Although the white-eyed Daoist in front of him did not make a move, Yu Wenhua felt a pressure on him that he hadn't felt for a long time.

This pressure makes Yu Wenhua have to be cautious.

However, an extremely dangerous scene in the eyes of outsiders, when it fell into Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, it only showed another scene.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Yu Wenhua who was attacking him lightly, the rapid speed was like a turtle speed in his eyes, and the fierce gun power was even softer, without a trace of threat.

Whether it is in terms of strength or martial arts comprehension, Yu Wenhua is much worse than Zhang Sanfeng.

Therefore, the old Taoist priest faced Yu Wenhua's seemingly ferocious move, and he only needed to hit it casually, and he could easily break it!

Facing Yu Wenhua and the iron spear that went straight to the Tianling Gai, the white eyebrow Daoren's face did not change, his left leg stepped back, his waist leaned down slightly, and his right fist was surrounded by yin and yang qi, and then the Taoist raised his head slightly, facing the gun head that was only a few feet away from his eyes, it was just an ordinary punch, and he firmly held the tip of this extremely cold big gun.

Thousands of racks and thousands of punches, you can't finish it when you come out!

Years of penance, punching only to resist the enemy's moves.

And this punch contains the practitioner's lifelong Taoism.

Zhang Sanfeng has practiced boxing for so long, and the moves contained in it are ever-changing, although this Yu culture is also a talented person, and his strength is extraordinary, but compared with Wudang Zhang Zhenren, it is still a lot worse.

"Break it for me!"

Yu Wenhua's face turned red, his body stood in mid-air, but the tip of the spear couldn't move away from Zhang Sanfeng's fist, as if this fist seemed to have some attraction, and firmly controlled his spear head, so he shouted in mid-air unwillingly, and tried his best to instill true qi into the spear head, wanting to sweep Zhang Sanfeng away with a shot and win a chance to breathe.

However, even if he used up his strength, the head of the gun did not deviate in the slightest, and even his whole body was hung on the handle of the gun, which looked a little funny.

The Taoist smiled when he saw Yu Wenhua and his blushing face.

"Your Excellency, do you know what it means to have people outside the people and mountains outside the mountains?"

"This time, I will spare your life, if you dare to offend again, you will not be spared!"

After the Taoist opened his mouth and finished speaking, he let out a long roar with his fist, and the true qi of yin and yang burst out in the palm of his hand, and then only heard a cannon roar, and Yu Wenhua and his iron spear were slapped dozens of zhang away by Sanfeng Zhenren like a cannonball, and blood spurted out of his mouth, and his appearance was miserable, stirring up bursts of smoke and dust on the ground.

And the white-eyed Daoist who was originally out of his palm was still standing in the circle he had drawn by himself, without the slightest deviation between his steps.

After a closer look, I saw that this white-eyed Taoist was not stained with dust, his chin was long and his beard fluttered, and he was burdened with one hand behind him, and he had the demeanor of a grandmaster, not at all as if he had just experienced a big war.

Happy birthday to book friends on November 11.

SN lost, and the LPL division sank again, alas ==

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