Wan Changshan didn't seem to hear Xue Taiyu's words, he just punched his own fist, if anyone saw it unknowingly, he would definitely think that he was an ordinary old man boxing in the park in the early morning.

Lu Can and Lu Cheng were injured, and after taking the medicine, they still stayed in the lobby to watch the battle.

At this time, Lu Chengcheng said: "Uncle, what kind of boxing technique is Uncle Wan? It seems to be very powerful!"

Actually, he wanted to say, 'It doesn't seem to be strong', but if you say that, you will inevitably make a fool of yourself.

Lu Lechi looked solemn and looked at the field nervously, if Wan Changshan lost, then they would be defeated, in this case, the mood can be imagined, but he still explained: "Your Uncle Wan is practicing 'Mingkong Boxing', it seems to be fluttering and weak, and its strength is stored in one point, if you dare to fight him, because you can't touch his strength, you will be counterattacked by him." Xue Taiyu had to retreat because he couldn't find the landing point of Mingkong Fist. ”

Lu Cheng suddenly said: "So that's the case." But Uncle Wan is so slow, how can he hurt the other party?"

Lu Lechi said: "Your Uncle Wan is slow, but he is 'arranging the formation', arranging the formation with fist strength, just like a spider spinning a silk web, you look at it, when the time comes, the field will be full of Mingkong fist fist." ”

His explanation made the audience suddenly rise.

Song Dalang said at this time: "I didn't expect Old Man Wan's Mingkong Fist to cultivate to such an extent, I have long heard that he lives alone in the Wan Ling Building in Baohai City, and he is actually cultivating Mingkong Fist, and he has been able to do it, locking one floor with his fist strength." "Judging from this situation, there is no place to stand in the patio." ”

Lin Zifeng can see Wan Changshan's boxing technique, but he still admires him for being able to cultivate to such a point, thinking about it is not in vain, he has grown a lot of knowledge, ordinary martial artists, although limited by their own conditions, can not obtain the Great Dao and achieve immortal fate, but martial artists cultivate to a high depth, the same power is amazing, and there are extraordinary achievements.

At the beginning, Wan Changshan was in the eyes of everyone, and the punch he made was like a joke, but when he hit the back, not only did no one dare to laugh at him, but they all showed a respectful look, only to see that every time he punched, the punch was still slow and weak, but in the air, there was a slight popping sound of 'pop'.

In the lobby, there are all martial artists, and they understand that this is a situation that can only be experienced when their internal strength is exerted to the extreme.

Looking at the foot of Wanchang Mountain, every step he took made a footprint in the patio.

You must know that the patio of the Lu family's compound is paved with bluestone slabs, and the power of this foot is not less than a thousand catties.

When Wanchang Mountain walked half a circle, it was originally a flat and clean patio, but it had become potholes and gravel everywhere.

Xue Taiyu seemed to be dodging, but the demonic aura emanating from his palm covered part of the space, making Wan Changshan dare not attack it. He stood in a safe place and snorted coldly, "You are the third person!"

As he spoke, his five fingers were hooked into a virtual grasp, and the demonic aura that filled his palms soared up half a human height, as if burning, and then raised his palms and slammed into the space in front of him.

Strange to say, every time he struck his palm, there was a thunderous bang.

And the demonic black qi in his palm, as if it had touched a wall, instantly scattered and flew away.

For a time, black gas was flying everywhere in the patio.

As soon as the black qi in Xue Taiyu's hand dispersed, it immediately condensed again, and then hit the empty space, he walked forward while hitting back, hitting an average of three to five palms before he could take a step.

When Lin Zifeng saw it, he couldn't help but say, "Wan Changshan lost." ”

Although his words were small, they were still heard by people with sharp ears, and several people looked at him.

One of the Lu family disciples who was supporting Lu Can shouted, "Who do you say lost?" His voice was irritable, and there was a murderous aura in his eyes.

A master invited by the Lu family said: "Old Man Wan's clear empty fist is connected like a spider web, and Xue Taiyu is equivalent to the prey that falls into the spider web, who loses and who wins, you can't even see this?"

The other snorted coldly: "I think he deliberately made trouble, trying to mess with our minds." ”

Someone even asked unceremoniously, "Who is he?"

After some people exchanged heads, no one knew Lin Zifeng.

The man who spoke glanced at Chao Qiu's table.

Chao Qiu hurriedly said: "This person is not from our group, and we don't know him." ”

The others chimed in: "I don't know. ”

At this time, a senior of the Lu family who looked very powerful said: "Don't quarrel yet, wait until the matter is over and then find him to reason." ”

The implication is that he is not willing to give up.

Feng Xiaodao saw that Lin Zifeng offended everyone with one sentence, and he was so frightened that he felt worried.

When Lin Zifeng heard this, he just sneered, didn't care, and then looked at the field.

In the patio, there have been changes, and Xue Taiyu began to approach Wanchang Mountain little by little.

There are only a few meters between him and Wan Changshan, even ordinary people can reach it in the blink of an eye, but he has walked for a long time with hot tea.

After a while, Xue Taiyu finally arrived in front of Wan Changshan, shouted loudly, and punched away.

Wan Changshan could only parry with an open fist.

The two fists clashed, one heavy and the other soft, making an extremely strange sound.

At the same time, with the two of them as the center, waves of invisible qi spread outward, and both of them couldn't stand and fell backwards.

After the two of them took a few steps back, the black aura in Xue Taiyu's eyes was full again, like a demon, he flew up and pressed down with both palms in the air.

In his palms, the demonic aura erupted towards the Wanchang Mountain below.

When Wan Changshan saw it, his face changed greatly, his palms met him, and the Mingkong fist hit again.

He had to make a palm, and he had to go all out, otherwise he would be slapped to death by Xue Taiyu, but in this way, Mingkong Fist would not be able to play its mystery.

'Boom-'

A loud bang exploded, and a violent wave of qi rushed outward.

The lobby was a few meters away from the two of them, and it was also affected, and the warriors who were originally standing at the door and lined up were all staggered by the air waves and collapsed.

The leaves around the patio fell one after another, and in an instant, only the sleek branches remained.

But everyone paid more attention to the competition, and without waiting for the wave of qi to dissipate, everyone immediately wanted to rush to the front to watch the battle for the first time, but everyone saw a scene that shocked them, only to see Wan Changshan's legs sunk in the soil, all the way to his knees, obviously when he was palming just now, he was shocked into the soil alive by Xue Taiyu.

Wan Changshan's eyes, ears, mouth and nose were bleeding out, and his image was miserable, just standing still, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

"Brother Wan!" Lu Lechi screamed sadly.

Xue Taiyu, who was pranayama on the side, had recovered, and he was also a little injured in the palm just now, but fortunately, the impact was not great, and he said leisurely: "He is not dead yet, but he will not live long." Then he sneered: "Wan Changshan has been defeated! Who else is coming?"

After waiting for a while, no one dared to come forward to challenge, Xue Taiyu showed a contemptuous smile, his eyes fell on the colorful white jade bottle placed on the offering table, and he walked towards the lobby.