Huo Fei's face was shocked, the strength of the true qi and the ingenuity of the tricks in Xue Lingyun's "sword" just now were beyond his imagination.

"How is it possible? How can you break through my Huo family's Mystery Fist?" This is the most incomprehensible thing for Huo Fei.

"The Huo family's Lost Trace Fist really lives up to its reputation, and Huo Yuanjia is worthy of being a super martial arts powerhouse and national hero of the Republic of China. It seems that he has comprehended the subtle realm, and has begun to use fist techniques to simulate the subtle realm, which is a bit interesting. Xue Lingyun smiled faintly and said.

"What subtle realm?" Huo Fei was stunned and said.

"For the sake of your reminder of the subtlety, I'll tell you. Martial arts also has a realm, and the first realm of martial arts is subtlety. In fact, this is not only the realm of martial arts, but also the realm of Taoism, and the realm of all magic. Xue Lingyun said with a smile.

His heart was extremely happy, and he could recall the memories of his previous life, which was quite a good feeling.

"Subtle?" Huo Fei frowned and said, "What is it exactly?"

"You don't need to know that. I told you before that I was someone you would never provoke. Even if you are Huo Yuanjia's descendant, but you provoke me, you will die. Xue Lingyun's voice suddenly turned cold, and said.

Brush!

His right palm slashed forward again, and a sword aura swept away.

Huo Fei knew that something was wrong, he used all his strength to punch forward, only to see that the two fists were like two giant dragons, trying to block Xue Lingyun's sword qi.

However, in front of Xue Lingyun's sword qi, Huo Fei's fist strength seemed to be destroyed.

Boom Boom Boom ......

The sound continued, and after a while, Huo Fei's fist strength was completely broken, and Xue Lingyun's sword qi descended on Huo Fei's body, Huo Fei let out a miserable scream, and his body fell towards the bottom of the Victoria Restaurant.

"This is the subtle realm of martial arts, but it is only the primary subtle realm. Each martial arts realm is divided into primary, intermediate, and Dacheng...... By the way, what is after the subtle realm?" Xue Lingyun muttered.

He didn't have much memory about the martial arts realm...... However, he believed that as his strength became stronger and stronger, he traveled more and more places, met different masters, and experienced different battles, he would eventually remember all the things about the martial arts realm.

Guo Changrong was lying in the rain, he looked at Xue Lingyun as if looking at gods and demons, his heart was even more terrifying, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

At this moment, there are still many people downstairs in Victoria, Zheng Konghua and Wu Songtao are standing here with umbrellas, and when they saw a corpse falling, they hurriedly ran over.

The corpse fell from dozens of floors, and its face was a little blurred, Zheng Konghua was surprised: "Who is this?"

"Judging by his appearance and clothing, it may be Mr. Huo Fei. Wu Songtao looked at it for a while, and then said.

"Mr. Li's personal bodyguard, Mr. Huo Fei, the grandson of Huo Yuanjia's predecessors?" Zheng Konghua said in disbelief.

"Not bad. Wu Songtao nodded.

"Mr. Huo Fei is the No. 1 boxer on Hong Kong Island, and he is even known as the No. 1 boxer in Liangguang, he is particularly capable of fighting, how could he die?" Zheng Konghua said in surprise.

"It is possible that he went to save Changrong and was killed by that Xue Lingyun. Wu Songtao said.

"I really didn't expect that this Xue Lingyun would be so ferocious, all the helicopters of the Flying Tigers were shot down before, and now Mr. Huo Fei was also killed...... Also, Jiakai was beaten to a cripple, and Zhihong was trampled on his hands and feet. If we knew that he was so cruel, we really didn't dare to provoke him, and we really didn't dare to rob him of his shares and property. Zheng Konghua regretted it in his heart and said.

Wu Songtao sighed softly, and now Wu Songtao's heart was also full of regret. However, in addition to regret, he is also glad that he did not have an accident, but Lu Zhihong, Li Jiakai, Guo Changrong and others had an accident.

To the north of Kowloon on Hong Kong Island, there is a mountain several hundred meters high, known locally as Kowloon Peak.

The front mountain of Jiulong Peak is a tourist attraction, and many tourists go here every day, but the back mountain is full of dense forests, which do not allow tourists to pass. In the depths of the jungle there is an ancient pavilion, which is called "Kowloon Pavilion" by the upper echelons of Hong Kong Island.

This is the holy place of Taoism on Hong Kong Island, and some big names often come here.

In the middle of the night, the rain was pouring down, and the lights were lit up in the Kowloon Pavilion.

On the second floor of the Nine Dragons Pavilion, two middle-aged Daoists were sitting cross-legged and cultivating.

The two middle-aged Daoists looked to be in their fifties, and one of them was tall with three long wisps of beard, giving people a fluttering and fairy-like feeling. The other was ordinary-looking, barely recognizable in the crowd.

Suddenly, the tall Taoist with three long beards opened his eyes and exclaimed, "Who visited my Nine Dragon Pavilion late at night?"

The ordinary-looking man also opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of fine light.

At this moment, the window in front of him was suddenly pushed open, and a figure floated in from the outside.

This is a monk, and I can't tell how old I am. This monk doesn't seem to have much flesh and blood on his body, he is completely skinny and bone-like, and the whole person is like a skeleton.

He was dressed in the costume of a Tibetan lama, and although it was raining heavily, there was not the slightest trace of water on his body.

"Are you...... Master Chizhu?" After seeing the appearance of this lama, the ordinary-looking Taoist was taken aback and said.

"Master Chizhu!" the tall Daoist was also taken aback.

"I've seen Master Chizhu. At that moment, the two hurriedly got up and saluted together.

They knew that this Chizhu was the presiding abbot of the Southwest King Kong Temple, a super master of the famous Xudan Venerable realm, and had the same status as Mount Tai Beidou in the Chinese cultivation world, just like Fu Yujing that day.

"Amitabha, Su Lianlong, Ling Zhi, we haven't seen each other for more than fifty years, right?" Chizhu said with a smile on his face.

However, his whole person is like a skeleton, and his smile does not make people feel kind, but gives people a hideous feeling.

As for these two Taoists, they are the famous magic masters Su Lianlong and Ling Zhi on Hong Kong Island.

"yes, we haven't seen each other in over fifty years. I still remember that more than 50 years ago, our brothers and sisters went to the King Kong Temple to meet the master and received the master's guidance. Su Lianlong, who was tall and had three long beards, said with a smile.

"Doesn't the master never leave Qinghai-Tibet, why did you come here today?" Ling Zhi, who looked ordinary, said curiously.

"It's a long story...... Four of my disciples were killed, and the old man had to come out to avenge them. Chizhu smiled bitterly.

What the!

Hearing this, Su Lianlong and Chizhu were taken aback.

They knew that Chizhu's four disciples, Kongwen, Kongjian, Kongxu, and Kongse, were all famous people, especially Kongwen, who had broken through to the realm of foundation building saints, and their cultivation was not under them, how could they be killed?