If Xu Xian could still move, he would definitely laugh at the man's big teeth, drunk and not to speak, or a weak body, and add that pale face that knew that he was suffering from tuberculosis at a glance, where would he be the enemy of Brother Wei?

Thinking like this in his head, Xu Xian couldn't wait to shout for him, teach the sick ghost man to clean up after dividing five by two, and if he took the dominatrix that hurt his face a lot, it would be better.

It's just that the subsequent incident made Xu Xian stunned, how could this Wei brother deliver a beautiful punch, and the sick ghost didn't hide and avoided the past, not to mention, and returned a kick to Wei Changpan's right shoulder, could it be that he Xu Xian was confused by the sweat medicine under the middle and lower of the wine and meat, and even people could see it wrong?

Wei Changpan was kicked to the wall by the man's casual kick, biting his lip, blood foam flowed out from the corner of his mouth, but his body was not sluggish, his legs were on the wall and he kicked back, and used a mountain cannon to hit the man's upper abdomen, but he was blocked by a downward block, and then the palm of the mountain cannon that was far superior to the mountain cannon made him take eight or nine steps back to stabilize his body.

There is no definite way to describe a withered man's shot, so Wei Changpan, who has been taught by Qian Erye to identify the rough and shallow school, can't see the clues of his roots, let alone deal with it, if it weren't for the fact that men often have a trick in their hands to stop at the point, and they don't wait for the trick to be used to collect it.

Three-story building, four-story building, five-story building? Further up, Wei Changpan didn't dare to think about it, the scene of the four-story building up was something that Qian Erye and Zhang Wu had never mentioned to him, saying that it was suspected of promoting the seedlings, so the twelve-story building of martial arts, he only knew the first four floors.

Whether it is a few floors of martial arts, it is different from him, like when the grandfather tried his hand with him, a few moves and dozens of moves, all of them are like mud cows entering the sea without traces, and when all the strength is exhausted, the grandfather will come up to point out the shortcomings of his previous moves.

Then there is the snowy night fight in Qishan County, just a flick of the flick, Wei Changpan flew out like a broken kite, that is the difference between a weak pika and a tiger wolf, that is a world of difference.

When he tried his hand with his grandfather, he was taught by the master, and he only needed to use all his strength, even if he was fighting in Qishan County, Wei Changpan knew that Qian Erye and Zhang Wu were nearby, so he had that sacrificing punch.

Only when life and death are on the line, can the combat power of martial artists be vividly displayed.

The pale-faced sick ghost man hooked the corners of his mouth, never thought that this child was still a newborn calf who was not afraid of the tiger, and the punch force was two percent greater, since he had never hidden his personal interests before, that was the battle?

It's a pity that there is no such thing as improving a few floors at once in the world.

The man slashed obliquely with his palm, Wei Changpan just handed over more than half of the move, and the other arm turned around to block it was too late, just thinking about carrying it alive, so both arms made a move, one punch drilled the mountain and the other palm split the lake, both of which were strong hands in the Zhangjia spear fist style moves.

After beating for a long time, he has not touched the corners of a man's clothes, and these two tricks should always leave some marks on him.

Xu Xian watched intently, these two moves are excellent responses, drilling the mountain and punching straight is the key point of the man, and the enemy must be saved, thinking that the man will not accept the recruitment, just wait for the crotch to receive a light punch.

Tsk tsk, that taste....

However, Xu Xian's mind did not expect the scene of the man covering his crotch and shouting pain, Wei Changpan's punch was passing through the man's crotch, and the palm of the splitting lake was also empty, and the man's palm knife could not avoid slashing to the root of Wei Changpan's neck.

The force is so great that the sound of breaking wind can be clearly heard.

Xu Xian, who studied under an old martial artist in Yuyin County, was once regarded as an apprentice who was expected to be better than the blue, and he had the two-story realm of martial arts at the age of the crown, and it was not difficult to climb the second-story to the four-story realm in his lifetime.

In the eyes of the old martial artist who had never been out of Jiangzhou, the four-story martial artist was a first-class master, and he had only touched the threshold in his early years, and now he was only a three-story foreign master in his last years.

Martial arts all the way, inside and outside, the difference between one word, what a world.

The twelve-story building of the majestic martial arts, iron skin, easy tendons, and iron bones are all tempered physique muscles and bones, and only when they reach the realm of the four-story building, can the martial artist give birth to that breath in his body.

Martial arts fought against people before the four-story realm, and he could only rely on his physical strength to be strong, and when his strength was exhausted, he only had one dead word.

However, when that breath is born, the martial artist will also have the ability to breathe, and the so-called qi and qi are born together, almost endlessly, which is a very high ventilation method.

Xu Xian had thought carefully about the future of his martial arts, and there was an old martial artist on the third floor to guide him just when to ascend the building, but the old martial artist was a half-way monk in foreign boxing, and the foreign martial arts relied on nothing more than a unique method of tempering the physique, or the fist was strong, and the first three floors had an advantage against the enemy.

Xu Xian had thought carefully about the future of his martial arts, and there was an old martial artist on the third floor to guide him just when to ascend the building, but the old martial artist was a half-way monk in foreign boxing, and the foreign martial arts relied on nothing more than a unique method of tempering the physique, or the fist was strong, and the first three floors had an advantage against the enemy.

The old martial artist said to Xu Xian, and he enjoyed a great reputation in the territory of the sixteen states of Dayao Lang, but if he did not have outstanding talent, he gave up the way of ventilation, and he was lame.

Xu is very valued by the old martial artist, and a few of the same door actually touted each other, Xu Xian was a little fluttering, thinking that the four-story martial arts building was just a bag to take things, in Wuhang City Panheng for some time, I have seen a few four-story martial arts between the literary comparison, and I feel that this is the case.

But the fight between the sick ghost and Wei Changpan completely overturned his previous thoughts, the latter was already more than a step above him, but he was as powerless as a cat teasing a mouse in front of the sick ghost.

It's four floors, it's not what he thought....

At this time, Xu Xian, even if he was not sure of the realm of the three-story building, he had tried his hand with the master once before coming to Wuhang City, and he was lucky enough to win a move and a half, so he was proud to think that the two-story building was invincible in the same realm.... It's ridiculous to think about it.

Wei Changpan received the knife at the base of his neck, and his body was soft and about to fall, but he held on, but the man in front of him sometimes changed into two and sometimes into three, and his body was even more swaying.

He shook his head, his vision was a little clearer, and a fist in front of him was magnified a thousand times, right in front of him.

No matter which storyteller talks about the fight scene, he is a sassy and chic sword and sword shadow move, but he never mentions how embarrassing it is to be punched in the door.

What an understatement.

The first to touch the knuckles of the fist was the tip of the nose, and it was not possible to fight back, and it retreated to the facial bone to ease it slightly, but it still used the strength of the whole body to dissolve the punch, and at the cost of nosebleeds, the body flew upside down.

"Dead ghost, you're almost done, you just sniffed the medicine for these licensed goods in the past, and when you wake up after a while, you won't have to make a lot of noise, and you won't take care of this kid?" Sun Sanniang shouted at the man who was still not in a hurry, "Play again, don't drill the old lady's bed tonight!"

The couple's teasing words entered Wei Changpan's ears, but they were like a thunderclap.

The man who described the withered man smiled, more and more like the sick ghost in Xu Xian's mouth, smiled and coughed, and finally stopped coughing before asking Wei Changpan again:

"The second floor is still.... Three floors up. ”

The man's tone was firm, as if he could know that the ascension of the martial arts realm was an ordinary thing like eating and drinking water without seeing it closely, and it was not worth mentioning.

It was only a piece of paper away from the three floors of martial arts, but after being tempered by a man, he was able to get through the last trick and go to the next level.

But whether it was the deliberate concealment in the previous response or the climbing stairs that he tried his best to suppress now, it seemed that the man had already seen through it, but he didn't say it.

Five-storey, or six-storey?

Wei Changpan smiled bitterly in his heart.

Further up, it's still just these five or six floors, and it's not just a matter of one trick to really fight him, what's the difference.

After figuring out this section, he no longer flinched, and the cupola at the bottom of the box came out, and he held the hair-picking dagger with the other hand.

The cupola cannon is a life-saving trick taught by Qian Erye, Wei Changpan is the most proficient in the five styles of splitting and drilling and collapsing cannons, and then he has practiced diligently on weekdays, compared with many third- and fourth-rate cheats killing moves, except for being ruthless, the rest are all excessive.

Zhang Wu was originally a martial artist on the battlefield, and his boxing skills were less fancy, heavy killing, and the cupola cannon was the most profound when Zhang Wu's weapons were broken when he fought with the battle array, and he used to deal with the enemy with his bare hands.

Xu Xian, who had no hope for Wei Changpan before, saw that he had some graceful punches, and had some hope of "winning" in his heart, so he was not in a hurry to think about how to beg for mercy with the dominatrix.

It's just that the hope that Xu Xianfang had just kindled was extinguished by cold water in an instant, and the sick ghost made his first move since he fought against Wei Changpan, and it was the same punch he made.

Well, really.

Wei Changpan's cupola hit the man's right shoulder, the latter only swayed slightly, and the man's cupola hit his left shoulder, and when he flew out diagonally, the long table that was still full of scraps and cold brokes was broken, and the dishes and chopsticks on it fell to pieces.

"The old lady's bowl! The old lady's table! Li Qing, you dead ghost taught you to keep some of it, you don't keep it, let the old lady die!" Sun Sanniang howled and went up and grabbed the man's ears, "You don't want to drill the old lady's bed this month!"

The man coughed twice and then laughed: "What the daughter-in-law said, what the daughter-in-law said." ”