Feng Shuangfei's move is clear and clever, but it can be said to be simple and simple. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Huo Tianqing's last peck, if Wang Chan turned to the left, then his own changes were exhausted, and "Feng Shuangfei" still had a back move, so he could only turn to the right and force the opponent's back move, and this became a situation of competing with each other for internal strength.

Feng Shuangfei is just creating an opportunity for both sides to fight each other's internal strength. Therefore, the user must have amazing internal strength, otherwise he will only die faster.

Huo Tianqing inherited the internal strength of the old man of the heavenly bird, and the depth of the internal force naturally goes without saying, not to mention that the old man of the heavenly bird also created a peculiar internal strength for Feng Shuangfei. Generally speaking, the master can't speak when he fights with internal forces, because it's that breath. But the old man's internal strength, not only can he speak, but also can discharge a mouthful of turbid gas in the dantian to achieve the effect of endless life.

Compared with Feng Shuangfei, Wang Chan attaches more importance to Huo Tianqing's peculiar method of exercise. With his current strength, there were several ways to avoid the other party's move, but Wang Chan didn't dodge, he fought left and right, and fought hard with Huo Tianqing!

Wang Chan came here to sharpen his martial arts, and since this is the case, he must crush the opponent's strongest point.

The moment the fists collided.

Wang Chan only felt that a stream of deep and incomparable internal force was constantly slapping towards him like a tide, although Huo Tian's youth was light, his internal strength was definitely the top group of people in the world, and he had already reached the peak of the Yuan Qi Realm. All this is naturally the handiwork of the old man of the Heavenly Bird, but it is also this internal force that binds Huo Tianqing.

He has wanted to get rid of the shadow of the old man all his life, but he doesn't know that his biggest reliance is from the other party.

At this time, the skin on Wang Chan's body was already covered with a faint layer of golden light, under Huo Tianqing's tidal attack, this layer of golden light continued to tremble, but it was never broken.

On the other hand, Huo Tianqing is also uncomfortable, Wang Chan has a big demon fist in one hand, and a strong fist in the other. One is rigid and one is soft, one yin and one yang, two diametrically opposed internal forces continue to enter his viscera through Huo Tianqing's palm.

At first, Huo Tianqing could still speak, but later, I saw that he was breathing heavily, and green tendons even appeared on his forehead.

But just when he couldn't hold it anymore, Huo Tianqing felt that the power in his palm suddenly disappeared. The sudden situation made his whole person suddenly lose his center of gravity, and when he was about to fall, he slapped his palm to the ground, which stopped the forward momentum.

Huo Tianqing raised his head, his face was pale, looked at Wang Chan, and said bitterly: "Why didn't you kill me?"

Wang Chan looked at Huo Tianqing and said slowly: "I have no grievances with you, why should I kill you? And with your talent, your achievements are far more than that. As long as you can overcome the obstacles in your heart, you will surpass your father in your future achievements, and then you will come to me again. ”

Saying that, Wang Chan turned around and walked towards the Taoist temple.

"It's a pity I can't wait for that day. Huo Tianqing looked at Wang Chan's distant figure, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, and his right hand stretched out and patted his chest.

Rumble!

Huo Tianqing's body fell straight down.

Wang Chan paused, sighed softly, and continued to walk inside.

Behind the Taoist temple is a courtyard.

The courtyard was surprisingly quiet, the cigarettes in the half-open windows were scattered in the wind, and the doors were also hidden. Wang Chan gently pushed open the wooden door, and saw a yellow-robed Taoist sitting inside. This man has a wide robe and big sleeves, and his mane is gray and thin, with a very serious expression. There was a game of chess next to the cloud bed, and it was obvious that he was playing chess, but his opponent would never come back to play with him.

"There are guests coming from afar, and the old way is not welcome. The yellow-robed Taoist stood up, looked at Wang Chan, stood up with one palm, and bowed down.

Wang Chan returned the salute and asked, "I don't know what to call the chief." ”

This humane: "Poverty returns to Qingfeng, that is, the host of this small Taoist temple." “

Wang Chan looked at Qingfeng Daoren's eyes and asked, "I don't know if the chief knows Huo Tianqing." “

Qingfeng said: "Master Huo Shi and Poor Dao are chess friends, and they have to go to Poor Dao here for a few days every month." He came to me late at night last night to talk to me for a game, but just as it was getting dark, he left suddenly. ”

"This is the last game we didn't finish yesterday, and I'm waiting to see him come back and finish it. ”

"Huo Tianqing died, just now, at the door of your Taoist temple. ”

Qingfeng Daoist sighed lightly and muttered: "The world is impermanent, like a white cloud and a dog, who would have thought that this game of chess is still there, but his people are no longer there."

Wang Chan suddenly spoke: "Is he wearing a sunspot?"

Qingfeng Daoist nodded and said, "Poor Dao always let him go first." “

Wang Chan suddenly picked up the black chess, pondered, slowly put it down, and said, "I'll play this game of chess for him." “

Qingfeng Daoren smiled sadly and said, "If this son is placed, the black chess will not lose?"

Wang Chan's face remained unchanged and said, "But other than that, he has no way out." “

"He already lost this game of chess, and he knows it, but... has always refused to admit defeat. Qingfeng Daoren looked at the chess game and said silently.

But now that he has admitted defeat after all, the chess game is life, as long as he makes a mistake, he must be wrong. The most wrong step he made was that he shouldn't have played the game at all. ”

Qingfeng Daoren suddenly waved his sleeves to mess up this game of chess, and said leisurely: "Isn't life just like a game of chess, why take it too seriously if you win or lose?"

Qingfeng Daoist said, turned around and walked outside the house, although his steps were very light and healthy, he didn't look like practicing martial arts.

Just as he was about to leave this room, Wang Chan suddenly asked casually: "I heard that Taoism is flourishing in Shanxi, whether it is princes and nobles or rich and famous people, they often believe in Taoism, and the Taoist chief is a person who has attained Taoism.

"If Lao Dao is also a person who has attained the Dao, then there are really too many people in this world, Lao Dao has always liked Qing Xiu, and even the Qingfeng Taoist Temple rarely leaves. Not to mention what Yan Mansion to go to, what attic to see. Qingfeng Daoist stopped and looked at Wang Chan and said slowly.

"If Shi is fine, Lao Dao is going to go to the morning class. Qingfeng Daoist looked at Wang Chan, and after receiving the other party's signal, he turned around and left.

But as soon as he took two steps, his whole body suddenly turned back, and the speed was like a cyan lightning, which didn't give people time to react at all, and an iron sleeve with internal force had already swept towards Wang Chan's head.

It's actually the superior Taoist exercise, and it's all over the sleeve!(To be continued.) )