Zhao Kong, who had arranged the secret method, leaned on the pillar and waited for it to take effect.

At the same time, through the gap between the handrails of the stairs, he secretly observed the master of the Murong family downstairs.

The man was in his sixties, with gray hair and a wrinkle on his face.

At the moment, he was sitting motionless behind the desk and meditating with his eyes closed, because he should be cultivating internal strength.

Fortunately, the other party's eyes are closed, otherwise although the smoke produced by the secret method is very faint and the light on the first floor is quite dim, it is still possible to detect the abnormality with the other party's eyesight.

Moreover, although this old man is old and thin, for people who have cultivated advanced internal skills and have certain achievements, he is in his sixties and is at his peak.

There is a deep internal force to nourish the body, and the combat power will not drop much at this age.

On the contrary, because of the precipitation of the years, not only is he experienced, but his martial arts moves are practiced to the point of perfection.

If Qiu Qianren, who has just broken through the congenital short, faces this person, he will definitely be able to win, but in the end, eighty percent will be seriously injured by the dying counterattack.

So even if Zhao Kong is better at bullying the weak with the strong, he doesn't dare to underestimate the other party.

But even so, the old man still faintly sensed that something was wrong.

The eyes that were already slightly cloudy, but the moment they opened, there seemed to be a flash of light, which made Zhao Kong, who was observing at the staircase, startled.

Sure enough, the black fog in the attic was getting thicker and thicker, and even the dim light could not hide from the other party.

The old man's face was solemn, and he turned his palm into a knife and slashed it, lighting the oil lamp not far away.

Under the light, the situation in the attic instantly became clear.

Layers of billowing black fog have enveloped all the spaces in the building.

When he looked closely at the black mist, he felt as if there were countless ghosts roaring in the black mist, as if there were beautiful women whispering.

It made him feel that he had not been in a panic for more than ten years, and it was faintly difficult to control, and even his spirit was a little trance.

Frightened, the old man hurriedly gathered his breath in his palm, and pushed forward with both hands, as if pushing mountains and mountains, and pressed forward with a heavy palm wind.

But the effect of this palm was beyond his expectations, and the palm wind set off with all his strength only dispersed the black mist around him for less than three feet.

And after the palm wind of the body touched this layer of black mist, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, unable to set off any waves.

"Where is the master coming to Shenhezhuang, why tease the old man with such a means."

The old man was shocked and angry when he saw this, and immediately shouted loudly with the roar of a lion, hoping to attract the others in the village.

But to his surprise, even the sound waves of the lion's roar were completely absorbed by these black mist.

Except for making the black mist surging more quickly, it didn't even alarm anyone.

After some temptation to no avail, the old man couldn't help frowning deeply, the feeling of drowsiness in his brain became more and more serious, and more illusions appeared in front of him.

Even his parents, who had long since passed away, vaguely appeared in front of him, smiling and waving to him.

Knowing that it would be difficult to hold out longer, and that he could not touch the trace of the enemy at all, the old man had no choice but to rush towards the attic door, wanting to leave this strange environment first.

Zhao Kong had worked hard and spent a lot, so it was naturally impossible for him to walk out of the attic like this.

With the help of the thickening black fog, the old man didn't even see Zhao Kong's figure clearly, so he approached him with light skills and punched the empty door behind him.

However, this old man is an experienced old man, and when Zhao Kong's fist strength has not yet reached his body, his body does not dodge or dodge, and only twists his body backwards slightly.

At the same time, he hurriedly cast a fighting star shift, slightly deflected the direction of Zhao Kong's fist, and carried this sudden punch at the cost of a heavy blow to his left arm.

And the old man also took advantage of the power of this punch to shoot towards the gate.

However, Zhao Kong's light skills far exceeded the old man's expectations, and the secret technique of Qingping and the wind was instantly cast, and in the old man's astonished gaze, Zhao Kong's figure was like teleportation, appearing in front of the attic door, and blocked the old man's escape path.

The incomprehensible weird light skill, combined with the more mysterious black fog around him, a big cold sweat broke out on the old man's forehead.

The original flying figure stopped in front of Zhao Kong, staring at the young man in front of him with his eyes, but he didn't dare to make any moves.

Even if he put aside the black mist and light skills, the left arm that was almost fractured alone made him clearly realize how terrifying the person in front of him was.

"Who is Your Excellency, what are you doing when you come to me to participate in Hezhuang, please make it clear."

This old man is Murong An, the previous head of the Murong family, and the great-grandson of Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan.

Not only did he get the true inheritance of Murong Clan's martial arts, but when he was young, he learned a lot of martial arts from Wang Yuyan, who was more than 170 years old.

It's a pity that his own qualifications are limited, although he learned Xiao Wuxianggong from Wang Yuyan as the foundation, and wanted to follow the example of his ancestors to learn the world's martial arts, which eventually led to a body of martial arts but not mastery.

It wasn't until the middle-aged Murong An came to his senses, but he had already missed the good time for brave and diligent advancement, and if he wanted to break through the innate realm, he could only rely on drops of water to penetrate the stone, or tap the potential in battle.

Therefore, after passing the position of head of the family to his son more than ten years ago, Murong An, whose strength had reached the first-class stage, also hid his identity and changed his name, and fought against many powerful people who were famous all over the world.

Including Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong, who had not yet advanced to the innate at that time and were at the peak of the first-class.

Even if these two people are better than him, he is more than capable of self-preservation by relying on the fight to change the stars.

And now that he has half a foot into the innate state, the Shen Wu of the fighting star shift is far better than back then, but he can only deflect Zhao Kong's fist slightly, and was finally hit hard by the opponent's punch.

In Murong An's view, the strength of the young man in front of him is by no means as simple as entering the congenital level.

I am afraid that among the innate powerhouses in the world, this son is also an amazing person with amazing combat power.

In fact, this is really Murong An's brain supplement, even if the current Zhao Kong is against Qiu Qianren, he is not counting some kryptonite hole cards, and he will be open to life and death.

If it is against a congenital good player like Huang Yaoshi, when the two sides fight to the point of life and death, it is estimated that Zhao Kong will still lose more and win less.

It's just that Zhao Kong's current strongest point is still a physical body strengthened by the bloodline of the Nether Demon Ape.

There are enhancements of the two major talents of "Great Power" and "Iron Bone", with mana comparable to innate true qi.

When Zhao Kong cast the Taizu Long Fist, the power of the move was completely condensed inside, and the touch body would truly explode.

As a result, Murong An's fighting stars shifted, and there was very little strength that could be removed after being cast.

Zhao Kong's punch was close to ninety percent of its strength, and it really hit his arm, and the reason why he didn't break it directly was because he was strong enough.

"You can't give me what I want, so I can only kill you first, and then torture from the mouths of the juniors of the Murong family."

Zhao Kong said to Murong An expressionlessly, and at the same time, his body shook slightly, and his right fist stole the heart of the black tiger, and attacked Murong An's chest again.

Of course, Zhao Kong didn't really want to kill Murong An, but if he showed it a little, he wanted to keep the other party alive.

An old guy like Murong An will definitely take advantage of this to break through, and maybe there is really a possibility for him to escape from the Returning Shi Shui Pavilion.