Su Mu was stunned, and hundreds of fists smashed firmly on the furnace made of blood and gas, I am afraid that even the young wanderer will be as imposing as a rainbow, how can there not be the slightest wave here, but it seems to have fueled the arrogance of the old uncle, and the furnace fire is burning more and more?

This old man of the town faction for more than ten years missed the martial arts list of the Jiangbei at his peak, which means that he once approached the realm of the nine-story building with his spirit! Although he is now in a state of decline, that realm is being boiled out step by step, and Wei Zizhou, who has just entered the realm of cultivation and artistic conception, has almost no chance of winning.

But there is also a saying that the fist is afraid of the young man, this battle seems to be scary, but in fact, both sides do not seem to be doing their best, only now, when Wei Zizhou is swinging his fist like a madman, the majestic internal force that has been cultivated for nearly ten years is surging, and there is no longer any spare strength.

The old uncle was full of blood, and shouted loudly: "Wei Zizhou! Is the realm of cultivation that you have gained by sharpening a sword for ten years by eating dry rice? If you can't break my blood furnace again, I will simply refine your bullshit realm, so as not to be pressed to the ground and beaten by a group of descendants of the six-story building, and be smiling and generous! ”

Wei Zizhou glared angrily and asked rhetorically: "Uncle Shi really wants to fight for the few lives left to survive this realm for me?!" ”

When everyone heard this, they were all shocked, and all the disciples of the Divine Fist Hall looked at the teacher uncle who was as powerful as he was back then, and his lips trembled slightly.

"Uncle Shi, it's not worth it, stop it!"

"Didn't you keep saying that Senior Uncle Wei Zizhou was a traitor to the Divine Fist Hall, why did you do this."

The master of the Divine Fist Hall, who is also old, Feng Xiantang's master, was in tears at this time, and choked up: "Uncle Shi, cherish fate and blessings!" You were so badly injured back then, you can't go on like this! ”

The atmosphere in the Divine Fist Hall was actually a little tragic.

But the old uncle was unmoved, his face was still ruddy, and his blood was burning more and more, and the furnace seemed to be able to refine even the sky.

Wei Zizhou said angrily: "The master and nephew asked themselves for so many years, except for pulling the Divine Fist Hall into the battle of Lintang Mountains, there is no place to be sorry for the sect, how can people in the Fisherman's Pavilion follow themselves in everything?" Uncle Shi's previous words were really sad, but Uncle Shi's actions at this time, my nephew only felt guilty, I can't let you bear such a heavy burden for me anymore! ”

One breath on Kunlun, one breath in the sea.

Born from the stunt of the Nanmeng Sword Sect back then, the fire inside washed the meridian points over and over again.

The three tricks that were never involved in the fire were quietly scratched.

Tempered in the kettle!

Gather momentum, gather momentum again, grasp the glimmer of understanding when the mirror is broken, and the copper kettle finally reappears the glazed luster.

Wei Zizhou shouted softly: "Broken! ”

The flames poured from the mouth of the pot, like a river hanging upside down, splashing like a flower.

The five fingers were buckled, and the monstrous flames were pressed at one point, as if dragging up a long river, posing as a cupola cannon, and the ground sank into three points at the foot of the ground, and then fell into three points, and a majestic breath swept out, and a visible blood and fire dragon overturned the lid of the pot, and roared out with teeth and claws.

A shattering sound was inaudible, and then it intensified until it was like thunder!

The elderly uncle spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the corners of his mouth finally stopped drooping downward, and gradually surfaced a belated relief, biting the tip of his tongue, and sweeping his mirror.

It's been a long time since I've been so hearty, the older I get, the more I regret my life, and there is the uncle Zhuyu who was the leader of Jiangbei Martial Arts but miserable in his later years, and I haven't shot like this for many years.

People want to serve the old, but the warriors are different, they want to go against the sky, and if the spiritual path can't go through, they will go to the flesh to become holy, and they want to cut out an immortal life with a sword.

The fire gradually turned from red to white, and the eyes of the uncle, who had a good allegorical name, gradually closed, allowing the furnace to shatter.

Wei Zizhou, who was like a rainbow, suddenly noticed something, his face changed drastically, and he swept out, looked at Lian Mancang, and his voice was like thunder: "Uncle Shi, no!" ”

An inexplicable fluctuation made the famous masters of the entire Lintangling platoon feel a chill down their spines, and they jumped on the roof of their houses to look in the direction of the dilapidated Divine Fist Hall, with an incredible expression.

I've never punched this in my life, and this time I'm going to take advantage of my life?

A bitter rain suddenly came, extinguishing the last glimmer of fire in Uncle Shi's furnace.

Only a tall, withered figure remained, its back hunched down, its head bare, its eyebrows and beard graying like embers from the bottom of the furnace.

Those eyes were no longer sharp, but became strangely cloudy, and their spirits gradually became old.

The house leak coincides with the rain, and the autumn thunder is coming.

Hidden in the ashes that were no longer warm, a bleak smell arose.

The autumn rain became heavier and heavier, and gradually became a downpour, but when it was three meters away from Wei Zizhou's side, it sizzled and burned into white smoke.

When Wei Zizhou saw that voice, his throat choked slightly, why is this so?

At this time, Feng Paotang, who was carried over, struggled and fell to the ground at this time, shouting hoarsely as his uncle and ancestor.

How could it be that in just a moment, this old man who treats himself like his own son has become like this?

The rickety old man closed his eyes and didn't look at it, turned around, and punched lightly, like a chicken without the power to bind it.

The many disciples present and the family members who were cutting the wall were very confused, and they didn't know why they were already in such a situation but they still had to throw that punch jokingly, but on the side that the old man was facing, the faces of several family warriors who had advanced to the strength of the five-story building changed dramatically, and they poured out their qi as if they were dying, and they didn't care about their own houses and shot away.

After a trance, everyone covered their ears.

Houses, land, high-rise buildings, and the big river in front of the mountain were smashed open by a rumbling punch, and the river was cut off at the waist, and the huge waves were as high as 100 meters!

A few thunderbolts, wind and clouds rolled up.

A gray-clothed man holding a sword stood not far from the Lintang Mountains, took a bite of an apple, looked at the scene in front of him, spit out the obviously unwashed skin in his mouth, and muttered: "The great atmosphere of the Qifu realm, it's a pity......"

The old man in the Divine Fist Hall was in a stiff shape, looked at the scene in the sky like a heavenly catastrophe, and sighed to himself, if only there was this punch twenty years ago, he stretched out his hand and wiped it gently, and the brewing wind and thunder slowly dissipated.

Wei Zizhou's blood copper kettle dispersed, and he hurriedly stepped forward to support his uncle.

"Uncle Shi, now you can rest assured, within ten years, no sect will dare to bully the head of the Divine Fist Hall again." His eyes were red, and he said in a trembling voice.

The old and clumsy uncle no longer had a straight face at him, knocked on his head, and said slowly: "Don't look so depressed, I won't say that I will see your master and ancestor go, before I go, I can still get a glimpse of the big scene of the Qi Mansion realm, and this punch can also suppress those ill-intentioned people, if you dare to involve the Divine Fist Hall in this pile of, even if the old man fights for the few lives left, he will let the punch just now hit you." ”

Wei Zizhou smiled lightly: "Don't dare, don't dare." ”

He took off his upper clothes, his palms trembled slightly, and put on this uncle who was no longer vigorous, resisting the cold wind and bitter rain, and helped him to walk towards the hall.

Su Mu silently watched the scene caused by the punch on the side, and it was not until the two of them walked in front of him that they suddenly realized that Wei Zizhou just wanted to say a few words to him, but Lian Mancang broke free from his support, and his calloused hands buckled Su Mu's life like iron, and a blazing qi flew into his body.

Su Mu's face changed greatly, and he looked at Wei Zizhou for help, but seeing that the other party was just looking at him calmly, he simply let go of the blockade of the qi machine and let the old man's internal force swim in his body.

The blazing thick qi machine swam through his body in a unique way, and there was a strange burning sensation in the various points of the path, but there was not a trace of breath leaking out, like a furnace.

The old man withdrew his hand.

Wei Zizhou looked at Su Mu with some confusion, shook his head, and carried the old man back to the house.

"The old man is a young man, and he can go the same way as you, why don't you say that the old man himself, be cautious in his words and deeds, spare his life and fortune, don't end up like me."

Su Mu was stunned in place, unable to calm down for a long time.