The dazzling sun lost its color, the howling wind disappeared, and the eyes became dark, and a fist magnified infinitely. The www.biquge.info of the pen and the fun and the pavilion cover the entire field of view.

The speed of this fist is slow but not slow, and it can be seen clearly but cannot be dodged. It's not fast, it's as if time has been slowed down. The power is not big, it is light and fluttering, it seems that it is not strong, it is small but it is not small, and the fear in the bottom of my heart is spreading.

It was full of contradictory emotions that intertwined and finally turned into horror.

The fist is already in sight!

And at this time, the fragments of the Kaishan Axe had not yet splashed far.

The speed is so fast that it transcends space! The sound and fist style are far behind!

"I ......" Dahan opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth to speak.

Brush!

Yang Yan's fist slammed in front of the big man's face, and the terrifying power was sent and received freely.

Rumble!

It was only at this time that the sound of the fist breaking through the air sounded, followed by the violent fist wind, and the bald man who blew couldn't open his eyes.

At the same time, the bald man also said the last word.

"Grass ......"

Yang Yan smiled and closed his fists, his temperament was elegant and dusty, he seemed relaxed from beginning to end, even those two punches were just casual and effortless.

I'll give myself a full score! Yang Yan gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

"This speed and power...... Terrible!"

"It's terrifying! The physical body is at least in the Mahayana realm, and I can't tell which stage it is, and I don't know if the blow just now is his full ......."

"Looks like there's still room for ......"

"Where did this guy come from, why is it so terrifying......"

......

The crowd of onlookers whispered again, and those Shura Dao disciples who originally wanted to see the excitement could be regarded as seeing the excitement now.

A foreign monk who doesn't know where he came from, his physical body is so powerful! Cultivation is a half-step Mahayana, and his physical body has already stepped into the Mahayana realm.

Such a person is so young, he can be described as a genius who is treasured by the four holy lands, how can he be just a casual cultivator?

Yang Yan stood with his hands in his hands and said, "How is it?

"Uh...... I don't count, you can ask them!" The big man wiped his shiny brain and said depressedly.

casually threw away the axe handle in his hand, the bald head turned his head away, and Yang Yan could still hear the muttering voice of the bald man.

"I finally saved up money to buy an axe! It didn't work once, and it just shattered! I felt sorry for myself for a minute!"

In the center of this outer gate, there is a tall tower. The body of the tower has forty-nine floors, towering into the clouds, the body of the tower is tied by chains, ancient and vicissitudes.

On the nineteenth floor of this tower, an old man was drinking tea.

Tea is spiritual tea, overflowing with aura, and water is spiritual spring, clear and sweet.

This pot of tea is worth hundreds of spirit stones!

It's simply a luxury that can only be drunk by local tyrants!

The old man was thin and thin, and his face was kind and kind, but he exuded a breath of blood that could not be washed.

"Damn! These damn things! Lao Tzu will come out to buy some tea and get caught! It's bad luck!" the old man scolded as he drank tea.

"Oh, this tea is delicious! What the hell are these Shura Dao rabbit cubs going to do! I've been locked up for more than 80 years, and you don't plan to let me go......?

"I don't know what's going on out there now! I didn't come out to buy tea if I knew I wouldn't have come out...... But then again, if it weren't for buying so much tea, I wouldn't have been able to suffocate for so long!"

"My dignified blood demon can't be suffocated here!"

The old man muttered to himself, and his voice kept echoing in the nineteen-story tower, which seemed terrifying.

As the Blood Demon muttered to himself, an illusory figure slowly solidified on the nineteenth-story tower. It was an old man with crane hair and bulging muscles.

He was obviously very old, but the blood and energy on his body were much higher than those of the young monk. Just the oppressive force brought by this body is comparable to the peak of ascension.

The old man smiled strangely and said, "Hey, hey, Xiaodiao, there's something very interesting happening today!

"Hmph, I'm not interested!" the Blood Fiend snorted.

"Anyway, it doesn't take much power to use the Xuanfang Mirror, and this matter is really interesting today!" the old man tirelessly persuaded.

"Don't waste your thoughts! If you want to kill you, you will kill you, if you want to chop, you will use the knife! What are you doing wasting your time grinding and chirping?" the Blood Demon glared at the old man, and a ray of blood appeared in his eyes.

"You little fellow, why do you just admit to death!" the old man shook his head and sighed. With a wave of his hand, a chair appeared across the table, and the old man sat on it.

"First of all, this tea and water are mine! I paid a lot of money to buy it! If you want to drink it, you have to pay for it!" the Blood Demon glanced at the old man sitting opposite, and said to himself.

"You little fellow, why are you still slamming the door like before? You can't learn from Uncle I, how generous I was back then!" the old man said with a slight tug at the corner of his mouth.

"You're shameless...... too" Bloodfiend rolled his eyes.

"Hey, how can you talk to your uncle!" the old man rolled up his sleeves and squinted at the Blood Demon.

"I've already betrayed the Shura Dao. The Blood Fiend's face was calm, and he looked past the old man to the crystal mirror.

The old man was silent and silent.

The Blood Demon raised his hand, and a stream of blood-colored energy flew out, directly submerging into the Xuan Fang Mirror.

The flat mirror surface suddenly rippled, like a calm lake with stones thrown into it, rippling in circles.

"Calculating the time, it should be time to gather the people from the outside village to repair the sect, right?" the Blood Demon began, changing the subject.

"Ah...... Yes......" The old man replied absent-mindedly, as if he had something on his mind.

The Blood Demon glanced at the old man, didn't speak, and after a while, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you?"

"Who's in tears!" the old man laughed and scolded.

"And what are you thinking?"

"I'm wondering, what happened during my retreat! Why did that happen as soon as I came out, what did that stupid kid do that junior brother, he was actually executed as a traitor by the sect, and you, a melon baby, also directly killed several outstanding disciples of the sect and defected......

The old man stared at the tea on the table, his brows tightly furrowed.

"If you want to drink tea, just say ......"

"Thank you!"

“......”

"Can you tell me what's wrong? Why did all of you disciples suddenly rebel?What happened to your master?Why did you suddenly ......" The old man smiled and drank his tea, squinting at the Blood Demon.

"Don't ask, you can't control this matter, no one can take care of it......" The Blood Fiend's face darkened.

"I am the Great Elder of the Shura Dao......"

"Even if you open a sect, it won't work!"

"Why?"

"I won't tell you!"

......

Yang Yan looked at the people around him with a smile and said, "I don't know if I have passed the review?"

"Of course, as long as you defeat any of us, you will be considered to have passed the audit, and you can go to ordinary places in this Shura Path. ”

Yang Yan nodded and turned to leave.

"Wait!"

A voice came from behind, causing Yang Yan to stop his steps.

"What are you doing?" asked Yang Yan.

The disciple's face was straight, but he couldn't hide the beating battle intent between his eyebrows.

"Bullied our Shura Dao disciple and smashed his weapon, do you think you want to leave?"

Yang Yan was stunned, holding the grass! What is this playing? Nima, I just held back my strength and didn't hit him in the face, so you still have to embarrass me? It's too impersonal!

Spreading his hands, Yang Yan said helplessly: "I'll lose it, right?"

"Forehead ......"

Yang Yan's crisp and neat reaction was a bit unexpected by the other party, making him stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly waved his hand.

"No, no, no! he did it himself!"

Yang Yan: "......"

What do you mean by this inconsistency?

"Ahh

Yang Yan: "......"

I understand!

You guys just don't have anything to do, you want to deal with me, don't you?

Yang Yan understood that these idle disciples had no place to vent, so they didn't want to fight all the time.

Now that I see my own strength, I am happy to see the hunt, and I want to fight for a random reason.

"Do you really think I'm easy to mess with?" Yang Yan raised his eyebrows.

"Come!"

The disciple laughed, and pulled out the giant mace behind his back with one hand, which was more than two meters long and more than twenty centimeters in the thinnest place. It weighs a thousand pounds!

"Then you're welcome!"

The corners of Yang Yan's mouth twitched, when were you polite?

Seeing the disciple rushing over with a giant mace, Yang Yan made a mistake and leaned sideways. The mace slammed to the ground with the whirring sound of the wind.

Bang!

The ground couldn't withstand such a terrifying force, and it was suddenly smashed to pieces.

"It's too slow!"

Yang Yan flew up and kicked between the disciple's waist and abdomen, instantly kicking him out. It flew twenty or thirty meters before landing and turned into a rolling gourd.

It took less than a second to go from sideways to kicking.

The others only felt a flower in front of them, and then the disciple was knocked down.

"Speed and strength are impeccable!Master!Master of masters!Deal with him can only use flexible body grappling, hoping that his physical strength is not enough......"

A sharp-eyed Shura Dao disciple commented. Immediately, many disciples around him became excited.

It's just to have fun with the strong!

Yang Yan flicked his sleeves and put on a posture.

"Yongchun, Yang Yan, let's go together!"

The faint voice of voice swirled in the clearing, revealing the confidence of its owner and his contempt for the enemy.

"Everyone be careful, he is likely to be good at some hand-to-hand combat physical skills and the like, this stance looks very powerful, I can't find a flaw at all!"

Yang Yan smiled lightly on the corner of his mouth, and laughed in his heart, I am an authentic Wing Chun! Those masters who have been playing boxing for decades can't find any flaws! Don't talk about you!

In this world where monks all play magic, monks who specialize in the flesh have no suitable fighting methods at all, and they all rely on brute force and explosive power to fight.

Just look at the two before, you know, you can get on with a weapon, and a fool fights like this!

Street gangsters also know how to fight in the face!