Putting down the exploration of the origin of the sloppy old man, the master and apprentice twenty concentrated on eating, halfway through the meal, the sound of a group of people's footsteps came from the top of the stairs, following the prestige, the cold that had just walked away in the Treasure Pavilion was led by the red-clothed man who had just left, and walked towards Chen Xi and the two of them with a menacing momentum.

Pulled a chair, sat between Chen Xi and Xingyi with a grin, stared at Xingyi with his eyes, and said: Which famous Wang faction dare to compete with me for Ning Yuan Zidan, it turns out that you are an old immortal!

Xing Yi didn't even look at the cold, he picked up the dish and put it in his mouth, and Chen Xi on the opposite side slapped the table and scolded: What kind of thing are you, dare to be old with me。。。。。

Xing Yi waved his hand to stop Chen Xi from continuing, glanced at the cold, and said slowly: If you want to fight, you can fight, what so much nonsense.

Han never expected this old man to be so arrogant, he choked back all the humiliating words he had prepared, and laughed angrily: No wonder it is so rampant, it turns out that there is a kid in the late stage of the Phantom Sea as a bodyguard, but unfortunately none of you can leave today!

After speaking, the momentum of his whole body was released, and the cultivation of the later stage of the Phantom Sea was undoubtedly revealed, and the red light flashed on his fist, and a flaming fist slammed towards Chen Xi.

Looking at the Flame Fist that Han Jue hit, Chen Xi's fist was wrapped in silver light, and he didn't avoid it at all, and the strong blast swept up a gust of wind, blowing the dishes and bowls on the table, Chen Xi's side, the desktop was still intact, and the desktop on the side of the Han Jue had become charred black under the fist power of the Flame Fist, Xing Yi stood up neatly, not a drop of the splashed soup fell on him, pulled over the chair and sat by the window, and mocked: This is also called the Flame Fist? The disciples of the Martial King Sect are getting worse and worse.

The ridiculed Han Jue became more and more annoyed, and roared, and the red light wrapped in his fist instantly expanded, just a blow was just a temptation, but he didn't expect that the child in front of him, who was only fourteen or fifteen years old, would be able to be on an equal footing with him, and at the moment, he used his spiritual power to try his best to save some face with one blow.

In the confrontation just now, Chen Xi obviously did not do his best, with the cold vein as the hole card, this kind of play with spiritual power consumption is obviously more in line with his mind, seeing the angry Han Jue attacking again, Chen Xi smiled slightly, the silver light on his fist skyrocketed, and he shouted loudly: Split Mountain Fist!

The two fists bombarded one place again, but this time they did not separate instantly, above the fists, one red and one silver, the spiritual power of the two colors was pressed together, and the powerful air flow in front of the two of them blew, producing a sound similar to breaking the air, after a breath, the two of them opened back at the same time, the cold double red turned red, Chen Xi's face quickly returned to its original state after it was slightly flushed. With a loud roar, the two fists of Han Jue were wrapped in red light, and the flames of the Martial King Sect attacked the fist method, and beckoned towards Chen Xi like raindrops, although the cold fist was fast, but under Chen Xi's powerful soul power, the direction of each punch was like a previous exercise, and the trajectory was clear, compared to Wangshu's elusive thrust, the shadow of the cold fist could be described as slow, but Chen Xi had no intention of dodging, because he believed that the attack of the cold would not be so single, and he could rely on his heavy spiritual power to support, Consume a large amount of the opponent's spiritual power, so that the odds of winning are the most certain.

Shaking his hands, the silver spiritual power was quickly wrapped on the two fists, facing the cold fist shadow, Chen Xi and Han Jue fought in one place again, every time the two fists intersected, a wave of air would explode in the air, as the two of them attacked faster, the air in front of them was like a calm water surface into countless stones, the flying air waves collided and superimposed in mid-air, and the violent air flow swept the entire Tianxia Spring Loft, and the diners on the side had already stumbled down the stairs, and the Tianxia Spring Loft was in a mess at this time.

Han Jue's attack began to slow down, the red light on the fist was a little dim compared to the beginning, Chen Xi saw the opportunity, and when Han Jue's right fist came, the fist that was originally straight and upright suddenly paused, and then let go of the opponent's fist shadow, and a punch swept on the inside of Han Jue's forearm, and Han Jue, who was full of all his strength, could have relied on the force of the collision from Chen Xi's fist to stop his body, but instead of hard connection, the opponent turned his strength horizontally, and the unstable Han Jue's body tilted slightly to his right side, although he immediately adjusted his body shape, But Chen Xi's right fist slammed into his chest first.

Han Jue's body swept backwards quickly, and the strong strength made him unable to stop his body, just when his body was about to break through the railing, Han Jue's feet were stunned, and the force of flying backwards was forcibly transferred to his feet, and after a creaking sound that made his teeth ache, the floor of the Tianxia Chun attic collapsed with a bang, and countless wood chips fell to the ground with the cold, and the boss hiding behind the counter couldn't help but blindfold his eyes, and his fat face seemed to see the silver flying away, full of pain.

Han Jue, who fell to the ground, just wanted to scold Chen Xi for being insidious, but saw that on the street of the Spring Gate of the world, Chen Xi was standing there, holding his hands in front of his chest, and shouted to him with a mocking face: The inside is not spacious, come here to continue.

Pulling out the heavy machete on his waist, he roared coldly, and suddenly used force under his feet, turning into a red afterimage and rushing out of the Tianxia Spring Hall, the machete in his hand pointed directly at Chen Xi, and when the tip of the knife was one foot away from Chen Xi, his arm suddenly lifted, and the machete slashed diagonally from Chen Xi's shoulder with the sound of breaking the air. Wu Wang Zong, strong body, infinite strength, fists and feet, rare opponents in the same level, but it does not mean that Wu Wang Zong's cold will only kill the enemy with his fists and feet, holding a heavy weapon is the beginning of his real strength.