The white-haired old man was surrounded by a layer of invisible qi, faintly exuding an incomparably powerful resistance, so that Wu Feng's palms could not move forward for half a minute, and his palms seemed to be slapped on a ball of cotton, and he immediately unloaded all his strength. Use 56 Stacks to read 56 Stacks, completely ad-free!

Wu Feng worked hard for a long time, and even fine beads of sweat oozed from his head, but in the end he couldn't touch his body, and finally gave up.

He took a deep breath, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and his palms slid lightly twice, using the stunt that the master taught him - the feminine palm, this palm is the master's stunt of the Qingfeng Dao, although the movement is slow, but the strength is extremely heavy, when he was besieged by those white-haired mice, he used this feminine palm, and the skull of a white-haired mouse was shattered under one palm, and now, it seems that he can't make this housekeeping ability, and let the white-haired old man in front of him taste the bitterness.

In an instant, Wu Feng's palms had accumulated all the strength in his body, and suddenly slapped it towards the chest of the white-haired old man, this palm was patted, but he still did not touch the body of the white-haired old man, but he felt that his internal organs were rolling, the white-haired old man smiled at Wu Feng, nodded and said: "This feminine palm is not yet hot, it is far from ......."

As soon as the words fell, the qi around the white-haired old man suddenly skyrocketed, Wu Feng only felt a strong rush towards him, blowing himself a little unable to open his eyes, and then, he felt that his body fell back lightly, and then fell heavily on the ground, and directly fell to the sky with four feet in the sky, so it was not a wolf.

Wu Feng slowly stood up, shook his head, his mind was buzzing, and he didn't come back to his senses for a while.

"Boy, if you have any other skills, just use them." The white-haired old man continued to speak in a disdainful tone.

Wu Feng looked at the white-haired old man in a daze, shocked and angry, and said after a while: "What kind of demon method did you make?" It's too evil! How could I not touch your body? Also, how do you know that I make Kung Fu a feminine palm? ”

The white-haired old man smiled again, removed the layer of qi around him, and said lightly: "What's so great about this feminine palm, it's just a small means, not enough to worry about." ”

As he spoke, the white-haired old man slowly walked to Wu Feng's side and said proudly: "How is it, young man, do you know how powerful the old man is?" ”

Wu Feng nodded, pretending to surrender, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a sly smile, and suddenly once again used his feminine palm to slap the abdomen of the white-haired old man, wanting to sneak attack him, who knew that his palms had not yet reached halfway, a strong wind rushed towards him again, Wu Feng's body floated out again, and like last time, he fell firmly and turned his back to the sky.

Wu Feng finally stood up, looked at the white-haired old man with a frightened expression, and blurted out, "What kind of demon method are you making?" How can it be so powerful! ”

"The old man is not a demon law, but Maoshan's mastery - shaking the corpse!" The white-haired old man was right.

"Shocking corpses?" Wu Feng muttered a sentence, as if talking to himself: "Why haven't I heard Master tell me about this kind of kung fu?" ”

"Your master's Taoism is so shallow, how could you know that the old man made this kung fu." The white-haired old man sneered again.