"Bang!"

A thunderous sound sounded, and the huge force made Xiao Yao's body retreat uncontrollably, and every step was trampled by a giant, so that the ground would not break, and there was a shallow footprint on it.

"It hurts, what kind of strength does this old guy have?"

After taking five steps back, Xiao Yao stood firm, but the hot pain in his chest made the corners of his mouth twitch and gasp several times.

In the next moment, his pupils shrank, and instantly froze on the old man's dantian, and he wanted to know what kind of cultivation the old man in front of him had.

A person who can knock Lao Tzu back several steps with the strength of his body alone, how can this cultivation be ...... Hmm? What? His dantian turned out to be empty? There was no aura?

The tightly contracted black pupils widened to the extreme, staring at the old man's quiet pupils, an unbelievable look suddenly flashed!

"Physical cultivation?"

After the murmuring slowly fell in the depths of his heart, Xiao Yao was relieved, and the look in his eyes returned to his previous calm in an instant.

Hua Daiyu was able to carry out physical cultivation when the dantian was abolished, and the old man in front of him did not cultivate spiritual energy according to the cultivation method of the Xuanling Continent, but specialized in physical cultivation, which is also possible.

"You're strong......"

Looking at Xiao Yao's bulging muscles, the old man whistled lightly, turned his head and grinned at Murong Wan, who was slowly coming:

"The old cow eats tender grass, crazy girl, are you very good?"

Hearing this, Murong Wan was suddenly possessed by a female man, her eyes were horizontal, and she shouted: "It's always called Huazi, where did you get so much nonsense? Hurry up and take out the bow you said, we still have something to do, we don't have time to talk to you here!"

"What's the matter? Are you in a hurry to go back and eat this tender grass?" teased the old man with a hippie smile.

"yes!"

A cold swishing voice squeezed out from between Murong Wan's teeth, and then, she clenched her fists, her face was as hideous as a beast, and she roared at the old man:

"Then you old pervert, why don't you hurry up and get your things out?"

The sound was like thunder, rolling away, and the earth trembled a little.

"I know that I am always called Hanako when I am bullied, and I have the ability to shout to him?"

The old man looked frightened to death, muttered indignantly, and then pointed to the corner of the wall:

"There!"

looked in the direction of his finger, and a bow-shaped thing appeared in the eyes of Xiao Yao and the others. But it was full of dust, and it had been piled up for a long time at first glance.

Xiao Yao, who was dressed, walked over without saying anything, and when he got closer, he waved his palm casually, and the palm wind suddenly blew away the dust on it, and a long bow with a dark body was clearly revealed.

The bow is made of no material, and the shape is very simple, without any lines on it, but it has a black jewel-like luster, which shines in the sun.

However, this bow has no bowstring, which is amazing!

"It's ......"

Looking at this seemingly ordinary longbow from afar, Yi Fei's originally quiet pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhole, and after a look of disbelief flashed in it, he jumped over as if he had encountered a dangerous rabbit.

However, as soon as he jumped into the courtyard, the old man suddenly flashed and blocked his way.

"What's your name?"

The old man looked at him with squinted eyes while drinking the immortal drunk, and asked lightly.

"Yi Fei!"

Slightly surprised pupils, through the gauze curtain, staring at the cynical old man in front of him without blinking, Yi Fei hesitated, but still told him frankly.

"Stomping on shit, huh?"

After the inexplicable words came out of the old man's mouth angrily, he sat directly on the ground, staring at Xiao Yao while drinking a little wine, and the look in his eyes was a little intriguing.

"Senior ......"

But Yi Fei didn't go over, after thinking about it, he squatted down and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Are you Yi Fan?"

Hearing this whisper that trembled slightly from excitement, the old man turned his head and glanced at Yi Fei, but immediately withdrew his gaze, cast it on Xiao Yao again, and muttered to himself:

"I don't know if he can pick it up......"

Looking at the old man with gloomy eyes, Yi Fei's mouth squirmed a few times, but he still swallowed back the words that came to his mouth, his eyes moved slightly, looking at Xiao Yao, and a trace of expectation flashed in his slightly excited eyes.

At this time, Xiao Yao had already grabbed the corner of the longbow, and the heaviness of his hand made him instantly judge: this bow was extremely heavy, several times heavier than the one he was carrying.

"50,000 catties should refer to the weight of this bow, I really don't know what material is made of zuò, it is so heavy!"

The inaudible murmur fell, Xiao Yao's pupils shrank, and a look of covetousness and longing suddenly flashed inside. From now on, he has a new goal:

Take this bow on your back and go to battle!

Thinking of this, the look in his eyes was suddenly replaced by firmness, revealing a self-confidence that was extremely inconsistent with his age!

Slowly, Xiao Yao moved his left hand to the center of the bow, and with a force of five fingers, he grabbed it like an iron tong.

Immediately afterwards, his feet tightly clasped the ground, and his calves like wooden stakes nailed into the ground slammed into force, and the whole person was like a tiger ready to attack, his muscles rose up, and his arms and legs instantly thickened several times.

"Give it to me!"

As soon as the low shout came out, Xiao Yao, who had been squatting, exerted his calf strength, his waist straightened, and the power was quickly transmitted from his calf to his left arm through his waist, and the bow slowly left the ground under the gaze of Murong Wan and the others.

However, Xiao Yao's left arm trembled very obviously, and it was obvious that his single arm was not enough to support such a weight now.

However, he was confident that he would be able to lift this bow with one arm in a short period of time, and the arrows that were shot with this bow would be more powerful and faster!

"What a fucking pervert!"

Seeing that although Xiao Yao trembled with his left arm, he still relied on the strength of one arm to raise the heavy bow to the angle of his chest that could shoot arrows, and the old man and Yi Fei burst into foul mouths in unison.

Rao was like this, but their eyes flashed with covetousness and longing just like Xiao Yao just now.

"No, I can't hold on. ”

After only holding on for a short while, Xiao Yao, who felt that his entire left arm was sore, numb and weak, hurriedly reached out his right hand and grabbed the corner of the longbow.

Immediately, he took the longbow in both hands and slowly lowered it.

"Whew!"

As soon as he put it down, Xiao Yao gasped for breath while gently shaking his left arm, slowing down the soreness and weakness there.

"Are you alright?"

Looking at Xiao Yao, who was grinning because of the soreness in his left arm, Murong Wan was distressed, and he came with an arrow and asked with concern.

Hearing this deep concern of true feelings, Xiao Yao was moved, and secretly swore that whether she went to Dao Mountain or went down to the sea of fire, she must help her become the patriarch of the Murong family and fulfill her dream!

"It's fine!"

He smiled slightly, gave Murong Wan a reassuring look, and then reached out with his right hand, wrapped his arms around her plump waist, and walked towards the old man.

"Senpai!"

Approaching, Xiao Yao let go of Murong Wan, arched his hand at the old man, and asked respectfully, "I don't know if I have passed your assessment?"

But the old man's gaze stayed on his sincere face for a few seconds, and a stern and loud voice spit out of the old man's mouth:

"I'm not a senior!"

As the voice fell, the "old man's" hand suddenly stretched out to the back of his head, and with a "bang", a face belonging to a young man appeared in the sight of Xiao Yao and the others:

He looked to be twenty-five or sixteen years old, with a rectangular face, bronzed skin, a straight nose and a broad mouth, thick hair and thick eyebrows, and a pair of eyes with very dark eyelashes.

On his handsome face, there was a fearless expression that young people often have.

"You ......"

Looking at the handsome face in front of her, Murong Wan's eyes instantly widened to the extreme, and there was a look of disbelief inside.

She has known "Old Named Hanako" for seven or eight years, but she never thought that the old naughty boy who played life turned out to be a young and handsome guy!

Such a huge contrast made her unacceptable and stunned for a while. If she hadn't grabbed Xiao Yao's arm, she felt that she would definitely be so shocked that she would sit on the ground!

"Huh!"

Suddenly, the cold light flashed, and the sharp tip of the sword hit the throat of the handsome young man, and Yi Fei asked in a deep voice:

"Who the hell are you, and why is that bow in your hand?"

As he spoke, a cold aura emanated from Yi Fei's body, and a murderous aura suddenly filled the small courtyard.

"My name is Yi Fan, and I am the orphan adopted by Yi Fan in your heart!"

His eyes were lowered, and his quiet pupils glanced at the tip of the sword against his throat, and the young man smiled slightly, his face calm and calm.

"He, what about him?"

The sword in his hand trembled slightly, and bad thoughts suddenly surged into Yi Fei's heart.

"What do you say?"

Yi Fan didn't answer directly, but asked him rhetorically, "Before he ran away from home, he knew that he couldn't break through the bottleneck and prolong his life, so he spent his life force and predicted that the person your family needed would appear here one day in the future, you should be clear, right?"

"Hmm!"

Yi Fei nodded, being able to know such a secret thing was enough to show that the Yi Fan in front of him did have an extremely close relationship with the old man.

"Huh!"

Immediately, he withdrew his long sword, and said in a slightly choked voice: "Then what did he say before he died?"

"He told me to wait for someone who could pick up this bow!"

Yi Fan's gaze moved to Xiao Yao's face, and he said solemnly, "He also said that this person can allow me to draw qi into my body, and then condense my qi into a whirlpool, and become a real martial artist......"