Wang Feng walked to the front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in a cranky way, shook his head and threw the messy thoughts in his mind out of his mind; 'Fuck your sister, let it be, depending on the mood!' Although those few are also beautiful women who still have charm! Kindness. Especially Li Qingluo's headlights, that's really fierce! ’

In front of the Pavilion of the Scriptures

"The one who is sweeping the floor, I heard that you are the first person in the martial arts, and I have come to ask for advice!" Wang Feng said to the monk who was sweeping the floor without being conspicuous.

'What? ’

'Really? I think I'm just an ordinary person.'

Is it a return to the basics? ’

The crowd of onlookers was talking.

Shaolin Temple and others also looked at the monk sweeping the floor in surprise, this person has been sweeping the floor in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for many years, how did he become a master again?

'The poor monk, just a sweeping monk, how can he be the first person in martial arts? The sweeper continued to sweep the floor, shook his head and replied softly.

Yo ho, this product is really a bit of a big boss, Wang Feng muttered in his heart.

"The most annoying, you hidden bosses, you are going to die, and you don't let people mess up? It's not good to see you, why are you hiding it? I'm afraid of death?。。 Wang Feng crossed his waist and crackled!

Everyone was even more stunned when they saw Wang Feng scolding the street like this!

Everyone in the Wanjie Gang took a step back and distanced themselves, saying that they didn't know this thing.

...

Wang Feng, who was scolding, was drinking Sprite with a grunt.

'Space~ comfortable! Wang Feng shouted with a sigh of relief.

When the sweeping monk saw Wang Feng's means of making something out of nothing, his eyes lit up, and his heart was even more surprised to death, he found that Wang Feng had nothing on him, how did he take out something?

'What's this drinking?' ’

'Haven't seen it?' ’

The onlooker asked curiously.

Wang Feng came to the door of the Vulture Palace, and took out a few large boxes of Sprite and said, "Come on, come on, it's hot, drink something cold, relieve the heat, don't be polite!" ’

When everyone saw Wang Feng's hand, they were even more shocked, they made something out of nothing, is the helper a god?

Wang Feng looked at everyone's shocked eyes and nodded with satisfaction, although he was used to it.

Is the benefactor insulting the poor monks? The sweeping monk asked with some uncertainty, because he didn't understand very well, what boss, what kind of force, but looking at Wang Feng's appearance, he also knew that it was not friendly.

'Swearing? , I still want to hit someone! After speaking, Wang Feng's momentum changed.

Everyone was shocked, Wang Feng, who was harmless to humans and animals in the last second, suddenly turned into a tiger. The momentum made them a little breathless and shocked.

'Stand back! ’

The respective leaders took their subordinates and retreated a hundred meters.

The members of the Wanjie Gang also retreated a hundred meters, and Xiao Feng and the others were first-class peak masters, naturally standing not far away, leaving room for the two to fight!

When the sweeping monk saw that Wang Feng was about to make a move, his expression became serious.

'Donor, why are you aggressive?' ’

'Martial arts are a one, and a whetstone is needed! Wang Feng replied loudly, learn martial arts, don't fight, isn't that a paper tiger?

'Look at the sword! Wang Feng reminded.

I saw that Wang Feng's right arm was raised, his finger was a sword, and he pinched a sword finger, and on the sword finger, a small dragon appeared, surrounding the finger.

Roar!

A dragon's roar accompanied by the roar of the sword resounded through the heavens and the earth.

A two-finger-wide sword-like qi surrounded the air dragon, and shot rapidly towards the sweeping monk.

This is the skill that Wang Feng obtained after letting the system fuse the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending and the Six-Vein Divine Sword.

When the sweeping monk saw the sword qi that was being shot, he felt a strong danger, and it would definitely be uncomfortable to take a blow.

With a wave of both hands, a gang qi was shot out at the same time, meeting the sword qi.

The two gangs collided rapidly!

Rumble!

An explosion sounded, and even the crowd a hundred meters away still heard it vividly.

For a while, birds flew all over the sky, and in the place where the gas exploded, a big crater was blown up.

'Donor, good kung fu! The sweeper said.

'The excitement is just beginning! Wang Feng smiled and said loudly.

With the force under his feet, he stepped on the footwork of the Demon Change Ling Bo micro-step, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed out dozens of meters and rushed towards the sweeping monk.

Sweeping monk, I only feel that Wang Feng is in front of him, flickering far and near, flickering left and right, from time to time for one, from time to time for many, surprised, what kind of kung fu is this? The sweeping monk's expression was focused, and his body protection covered his whole body.

Boom!

Wang Feng punched the Gang Qi in front of the sweeping monk and blocked his attack, but the Gang Qi had been dented by the beating, which showed that Wang Feng was very strong!

Seeing this, the sweeping monk also punched out, as if he was going to punch Wang Feng away.

Wang Feng is also a punch, comparing his body with him?

Bang! The internal gas bombarded, producing an explosion, and the two of them were directly ejected into the air!

'Enough! Wang Feng said excitedly, the hidden boss is really strong enough, and his internal strength is much deeper than his.

The sweeping monk was even more surprised, he had practiced for many years and had deep internal strength, but just now he was in the fist, and his arm ached faintly!

'Come again!' Wang Feng struck another sword qi, accompanied by the dragon's roar and the sound of the sword, Wang Feng flew towards the sweeping monk.

Bang bang bang! Fists and feet intersect.

Boom Boom! The sound of explosions mixed with gas.

Wherever the two passed, there were even more potholes, as if they had been washed by grenades, and the wall was broken and collapsed.

The people around them retreated in unison, and the two of them fought vigorously, and their faces hurt even more, and they looked at everything in front of them in a daze, similar to watching a blockbuster.

Wang Feng is getting cooler and cooler the more he fights, the whetstone of the sweeping monk is good, very powerful, and he actually has a lot of experience in combat.

The sweeping monk was even more shocked, because he found that his internal strength was rapidly draining! And the other party's physical strength is stronger than him.

There is also the most important point, the fist is afraid of less strong, as long as the evolution of life does not begin, the body will only become more and more decayed, no matter how much internal force there is, it will not be able to nourish the body, even if the so-called immortal exercises, it is only to delay aging, only by opening the evolution of life can we resist the laws of nature.

Wang Feng's moves were pressing, and the more he fought, the sweeping monk was terrified, most of his internal strength had been lost, and the opponent's momentum was even better.

...

'Bang'

Wang Feng found the right position, and a 40-yard footboard kicked on the not-so-thick gang qi on the chest of the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk was directly kicked upside down and flew out, and there was a surge of qi and blood!

'I once heard that there is a technique on the rivers and lakes that can absorb people's internal strength, and the donor has already learned it? The sweeping monk gasped and adjusted his state and asked softly.

'Northern Spiritual Skill! Wang Feng stood on a stone pier and nodded back.

But it doesn't seem to be the same as what the donor used? The sweeping monk asked with a frown.

"Well, this gang leader, with a little improvement, it is naturally more powerful! Wang Feng replied shamelessly.

'Donor, what a martial arts wizard! The sweeper replied with some disbelief.

'Still fighting?' Do you want to take a break? Wang Feng asked with a smile, he still wanted to take a few more mouthfuls of internal force.

Because Wang Feng found that as long as the other party is not sucked dry, the other party will recover its internal strength, and the recovery time will vary depending on the level of the mind and the level of martial arts, Wang Feng can only say that this setting is too sassy and too sassy.