Saying this, Schumpeter took a few steps back, and suddenly strode forward with great force, jumped high when he was about to get close to the other party, flew up and kicked towards the other party, or a loud scream, or the shoulder part, but this time he used seventy percent of his strength, since the other party is also a practitioner, then this kick should not kill him, as long as he lies in bed for ten days and half a month and can't get out of bed, as a punishment. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Stinky old man, get out of the way if you don't want to die!" Schumpeter roared, pounced on him, and then kicked him hard, seeing that his arch of his foot was about to kick the other man's shoulder, and his thin body would be torn apart into scattered old bones!

At this moment, a cold glint flashed in the old man's eyes, and just as the other man's foot touched his shoulder, he reached out with a cry and gently slapped his left hand towards Schumpeter's ankle.

"Ouch hey!" Schumpeter exclaimed, only to feel that a strong force was overwhelming, and glared at the other party, his eyes showing an incredible light, and then his body flipped backwards, and he was swept 720 degrees before falling heavily to the ground, splashing all over the ground.

"This can't be?!" Schumpeter wiped his somewhat dirty face heavily, the scars on his face became more hideous with anger, patted the bluestone pavement heavily, and roared hoarsely: "Old man, you really messed with Lao Tzu!"

The old man still looked at the blue sky, stretched out his index finger in his right hand and slowly hung upside down on the ground, and said in a somewhat hoarse voice: "You stunned young man, your speed is so slow, your strength is small, but your temper is not small, I really don't know how you survived to this day, hehe!"

"I have little strength, I have little strength?" Schumpeter couldn't believe his ears, stretched out his finger and pointed to his nose and asked in a deep voice, "Did I hear me right, you said I have little strength?"

"Yes!" the old man looked at the sky leisurely with his hands behind his back, and shook his head for a while before he said: "Your little strength is only enough to beat cats and dogs, swatting flies and mosquitoes, and if you really meet a master, you will lose your life in a few minutes?"

"Bastard old man, is there such an insult, it really infuriates me!" Schumpeter was really angry, and the nameless fire rushed above his head, as if it was going to burn him to ashes in an instant. From childhood to adulthood, his strength and talent have always far surpassed his peers, which is the capital he is proud of. He can accept that others laugh at him for being stupid and think that his martial arts skills are not high enough, these are all right, but whoever dares to laugh at his self-righteous strength will definitely be hated by him.

Now that the old man had touched his scales, Schumpeter was completely furious, and in his anger he did not care about respecting the old and loving the young, and was not afraid of being accused of bullying the weak, and at this time his eyes flashed dangerously, and he looked at the red patches all around, and there was only one thought in his head, that is, to tear this bad old man to pieces.

Thinking of this, Schumpeter stood up with a bang, stared at the strange old man with his eyes, as if there was fire in his eyes, and said angrily: "Self-inflicted, don't live, since the old man is to blame, don't blame Lao Tzu's subordinates for being ruthless."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly rose up, his limbs became thick and powerful, the green tendons on his face bulged, and even a body of hair grew, almost no different from a black bear except that his face still maintained its human face.

"Oh, it's half a druid, it's a bit arrogant, but it's not enough to see!" The old man seemed to have lost his patience, sighed and said: "It seems that I still look down on you, what a waste of time, in this case, you come up, I'm in a hurry." ”

"Unashamed guy, I'll abolish you!" Schumpeter's body was full of momentum, his eyes flashed with a strange light, and the more he looked at it, the more he looked like a big bear, only to hear him spit out and roar: "Take your life!"

Saying this, he jumped up high, his huge body flew into the air to block the sun, and then the heavy body and the drive of gravity pressed down in one go, and the qi around his body was enough to make ordinary people unable to even open their eyes, and then he roared loudly and stretched out his right hand, and pointed his fist at the old man's head with all his strength and smashed it over.

His right arm stretched forward, gradually straightening, and the bone joints on the casserole-sized fist were staggered and uneven, and involuntarily made a crackling sound, as the dragon broke through the layers of air like a hole out of the hole, inspiring a little ripple, and smashed towards the old man's head.

"This old man, it's miserable!" The battle between the two naturally attracted the attention and onlookers of many onlookers. Although they don't know which is stronger or weaker, they can't help but gasp in cold sweat in their hearts when they see the huge difference in size and strength between the two, and they can't help but feel worried about the old man, imagining that the old man's head bursts and explodes like a watermelon under the swarthy and exaggerated fist, and then black, gray, white, and things of various colors splash and scatter to the ground.

It was too late, and when the fist was close to the top of the old man's head, and his eyes were getting bigger and bigger, the old man finally lowered his head, his eyes were level with the front, and with a strange smile on his mouth, he stretched out his right hand and bluffed five fingers lightly, and met the fist head-on.

The expected scene of the comet hitting the earth did not appear, not even a sound, and the disproportionately large fist was caught head-on by the old man's thin bone claws, and it was easily stopped.

"Bastard, let go!" Schumpeter punched as if it had hit an iron plate, and the huge force of the shock made him grin and feel his arm tingle, and then his fist was grabbed by the opponent in his hand.

Schumpeter pulled back with all his might, but his fist seemed to have taken root in the palm of the other's hand and did not move, he gritted his teeth and roared angrily, his face flushed, and gradually turned the color of pork liver.

"Damn, let go, let go!" Schumpeter glared at the old man, his eyes squinted in all directions, and he saw the crowd around him poking and poking at him, with a gloating smile on his face, and suddenly his eyes were about to collapse.

Unwilling to sit still, Schumpeter let out an angry wail, and his left hand was raised high and slapped out, trying to force the opponent to dodge and wait for the opportunity to pull out his fist, and then a huge force came, his wrist hurt, and he was shocked to find that his left hand was also grabbed by the opponent's left hand.

"I can't help myself!" The old man shook his head lightly, as if he had swatted a fly to death, and then he squeezed the other's wrists with both hands and began to press downward.

"Oops!" Schumpeter exclaimed, feeling that the old man's strength was so great, his hands were cold, and his two dry slaps carried a thousand pounds of strength, like two huge iron pliers clamping his wrists, pressing his waist and bending down involuntarily. That's when he realized that he had kicked the iron plate and couldn't help but feel remorse.

"Hold on, I must not kneel!" For a mercenary man like him who licks blood from the knife edge, the beating is small, and the humiliation is big, especially in public, so Schumpeter is secretly ruthless in his heart, and he must not kneel, even if his waist is broken and his knees are shattered.

The sound of squeaking sounded, it was the sound of Schumpeter's body bones rubbing violently against each other, he gritted his teeth, his breathing was disordered, and beads of sweat involuntarily rolled down from his forehead and flowed to the ground, his red face turned a little purple because of his breath holding, and his knees gradually showed signs of bending, but he yelled hard and pushed back.

"Young man, why bother?" the old man had a sneering expression on his face, as if he was laughing at the other party's indiscretion, and then he pouted and sneered and said: "The old man is so old, you just apologize and give in, and then kowtow and leave, why struggle so that you can't get off the stage." ”

"I didn't do anything wrong, apologize!" Schumpeter said word for word. As soon as the fart word fell, he opened his big mouth and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, flying straight towards the old man's face. The huge difference in strength between the two sides made Schumpeter despair, and he no longer had the luxury of defeating the other party, but only hoped to make him ugly and disgusting, even if he was beaten on the head in the back.

The old man obviously didn't expect that the guy on the other side, who looked tall and mighty, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would have no grace to use the tricks that only a street hooligan would use, so he was slightly stunned, and saw that the thick phlegm with a foul smell was about to be pasted on his face.

"It's finished!" Schumpeter was overjoyed when he saw that the old man was about to make a fool of himself. He couldn't care about the sharp pain coming from his body, and couldn't help but open his mouth and laugh.

In a flash of lightning, the old man took a deep breath, his chest swelled violently and shriveled up, his mouth opened and let out a hey, and a gust of wind erupted from his mouth, spiraling out, pulling the phlegm and flying out in an instant, and returning to Schumpeter's mouth along a parabola.

Schumpeter was stunned, his throat was not controlled, and he involuntarily put the thick phlegm down his stomach. "Woo ......!" he let out a groan of pain, and then bent down and coughed vigorously, tears and snot flowing down his face, instantly slapping his face, and looking disgusting and disgusting.

"Good boy, shameless enough!" The old man took a deep breath and broke out in a cold sweat, if he was really embarrassed by his thick phlegm, then his reputation would really be gone, so he said with some luck: "I almost fell in your way, now you have no way, why don't you kneel down quickly and beg for mercy!"

"Kill me, make me kneel, hmph, wishful thinking!" Schumpeter was ruthless, gritting his teeth and raising the bar.

"Delusional? Well, I want to try!" the old man sneered, and then slowly increased his strength, dislocating Schumpeter's left wrist at once.

Looking at the tall man with wide-eyed eyes and his face distorted by pain, and seeing that he was still holding his head high and stubbornly staring at him, the old man's face squeezed out a look of imperceptible approval, and then coughed dryly, and said with a smile: "Why bother, why bother, can you afford to live for the sake of face?"

"You don't understand, stinky old man!" Trembling and sweating like rain, Schumpeter shook his head and roared angrily in pain: "This is not a question of whether it can be worth it, this is a matter of the principle of being a man, Lao Tzu just doesn't kowtow, you will kill me if you have a kind!"

"Hmph, stubborn boy, old man will come and try your color!" The old man immediately turned his face, and with a cold snort, he suddenly exerted force, as if to break and dislocate Schumpeter's right hand.

The intense pain stimulated Schumpeter's nerves, making his brain begin to come alive, and he vividly recalled what He Jinshui often said when summing up the battle in the Otherworldly Plane: "He is strong by him, the breeze blows on the hills, he is horizontal by him, and the bright moon shines on the river." He is cruel to himself, he is evil, and I am full of anger. ”

At that time, Schumpeter felt that these words were very catchy, so he quickly learned them, but although he knew every word, he didn't know what they meant when they were put together, and he only felt that these few words seemed to have a profound look of magic, even if he didn't understand it, it was very powerful!"

"He's strong by him!" a bolt of lightning swept through Schumpeter's mind, and his heart moved slightly, "Now that I'm so close to him, I can hit him with just my brain, since the old man's strength is greater than that of a monster, why should I fight with him, and I can solve the problem in another way." ”

Thinking of this, Schumpeter took a deep breath, bent his waist and knees together, and his body slowly sank.

"Hey, surrender, what about your ruthlessness just now?" A look of pity flashed in the old man's eyes, and then he stirred up his poisonous tongue and said: "Since you know that the current affairs are Junjie, then kneel on the ground and kowtow three times, and then slap yourself twice, and I will let you go!"

"Kowtow, Lao Tzu kowtow...... Fart!" Schumpeter squatted down violently, stretched his feet forward and his back flat, the whole person was flat in the air, and his legs kicked out like springs, hooking straight towards the other's neck.

This trick is a super killer of women's mastery, when she encounters a tall and strong opponent in battle, she often clamps her feet around the opponent's neck and then throws it out in a few circles, Schumpeter and she get along day and night, and she is naturally no stranger.

Although this stunt is extremely spicy and weird, as long as you can entangle the opponent, you can kill the enemy in one move, but Schumpeter relies on his height and strength to disdain to show it, and now he is frustrated everywhere, and when he encounters an old man with more strength than himself, using close jiu-jitsu to fight the opponent in close combat has become the best choice.

After thinking this out, Schumpeter finally put down his body and put himself on the side of the weaker who were not as strong as others, and his legs were about to reach the other person's neck.

"Death, old man!" (To be continued.) )