The little old man suddenly sighed and said, "I really appreciate you and want to hand over my island to you. How good it would have been if you hadn't killed Lao Jiu, and King Taiping wouldn't have forced me to kill you. The King of Taiping has delivered his son into my hands, and I cannot help but give an account to him. You really are my perfect heir!"

Ye Gucheng's spirit was shocked, and he said, "I have long wanted to enjoy your Excellency's martial arts, so I should thank King Taiping."

To the other people who surrounded him, Ye Gucheng turned a blind eye.

When he and the little old man went all out, not everyone could intervene.

Looking at the battle intent in Ye Gucheng's eyes, the little old man could only sigh in his heart.

The little old man waved his hand, and the others retreated to the side, just holding steel knives and staring at Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng didn't even look at them, he only had the little old man in his eyes at this time.

The little old man was bare-handed, and Ye Gucheng also had no sword in his hand.

Ye Gucheng didn't move, but his momentum kept growing, and the little old man didn't move, but his momentum was not far behind.

The people around couldn't help but take a step back, once these two people fought, they would inevitably break the earth.

There should always be someone who makes the first move, but Ye Gucheng is not in a hurry, this is his own territory.

The little old man hugged Tai Chi, and the qi between his palms was condensed, like substance, as if he was about to eject out with the swing of his palms.

Ye Gucheng didn't dare to slack off, his left leg was slightly bent, his right arm was bent inward, his right palm drew a circle, and with a snort, he pushed outward, Kang Long regretted.

This is the condensation of Ye Gucheng's life's work, and he is bound to be superior to the little old man.

The little old man also struggled to push out his palms, exerting his peerless "Mixed Yuan One Qigong", and greeted Ye Gucheng hard.

The four palms met, and with a muffled sound of "bang", a huge wave of air shook the beach sand, like countless hidden weapons shooting in all directions.

The people brought by the little old man were in a hurry, even if they were hit by this grain of sand, it was enough to bear it.

Ye Gucheng and the little old man were both flickering.

Ye Gucheng's heart was shocked, he only handed over one hand last time, but he moved, the little old man didn't move, it seemed that he was slightly inferior, but this time it was equal.

Ye Gucheng didn't answer, and the second palm dragon battle came again in the wilderness.

The little old man was shocked in his heart, Ye Gucheng not only has profound skills, but also has outstanding palm skills, this unheard of palm technique can be called a unique in the world.

The little old man held up the "big mudra" and hard-connected it again.

Ye Gucheng's third move back to master the fist, implying the sound of thunderbolt, thunderbolt fist.

The little old man's martial arts are also the first-class in the world, with a variety of tricks, no matter how Ye Gucheng makes a move, he will take them one by one.

The two of them fought earth-shattering this time, walking stones and flying sands, and all of them were moved by the little old man, and there are really people in the world who can withstand the hard work of the leader.

After resisting more than 30 moves, Ye Gucheng already felt that his arms and palms were sore, but the fighting spirit in his heart was even stronger.

The little old man's face was red, his palms were also red, and his leisurely appearance was gone, but he was hideous.

Ye Gucheng raised his sore right fist and crackled at the little old man.

The little old man's right palm was more than doubled, his palm was red, and he slapped at Ye Gucheng.

The fists and palms intersected, and the little old man's face changed, thinking that it was the "Thunderbolt Fist" that had been fought several times just now. But this punch is completely different, looking at the momentum of the punch, but there are seven different forces in a punch, or fierce, or feminine, or rigid and soft, or soft and rigid, or horizontal, or straight forward, or inward, it is the "Seven Wounds Fist". ….

The little old man made a careless move and fell in love with Ye Gucheng's way, but Ye Gucheng was not comfortable.

However, the arrogance of the little old man was also defeated by Ye Gucheng in these dozens of moves.

In the past, he really felt that he was alone in the world, and there was no second person who could match him, he only felt that these famous figures in the martial arts were all in vain, and he laughed complacently.

Although the little old man admires Ye Gucheng, he doesn't think that he can be compared with himself, even if he hands over the organization to Ye Gucheng, he can still handle him, and people like him are rare geniuses in a thousand years.

But Ye Gucheng proved it with practical actions

The strength to be the protagonist himself.

The little old man's mentality changed, not only was he not depressed, but his ruthlessness was exposed.

The little old man waved his hand: "Up!"

Immediately his men gathered around him.

Ye Gucheng shouted in his heart: "You don't talk about martial arts!"

The little old man's previous style of "thinking that Lao Tzu was the best in the world" was second to none in the entire ancient dragon world, and his strength was indeed worthy of his high profile. In the minds of most Gu Long fans, the little old man is the first hero and the first master of Gu Long's pen.

Ye Gucheng was also convinced of this, so even if the little old man led people to his own territory to besiege him, Ye Gucheng didn't care. No one can destroy the situation of themselves fighting alone with the little old man.

At the beginning, it was indeed as Ye Gucheng thought, the little old man did not disappoint him, and a few of his subordinates just tried to see if they were beef jerky first, and stayed out of the matter.

But this is a lot of effort, and the little old man and himself have passed less than a hundred tricks without tricks, which can be said to be just a flick of the fingers.

When the little old man found that he had no faith, he immediately began to do everything.

It turns out that the more people like this, the more they can't afford to lose, how arrogant they were before, and how shameless they are now.

Ye Gucheng's eyes were cold, and he said a sentence without a beginning or an end: "You are sorry for my trust."

With his right hand rushing at the sword void on the ground, his flying rainbow sword jumped into his palm, and it turned out that he had already come to the side of the sword.

With a sword in hand, Ye Gucheng's temperament has changed again, it was as thick as a mountain, but now it is as sharp as a sword, and the sword is one, and his person is a sword.

The "Invisible Man" organization Ye Gucheng knew in his heart that all of them were great masters, and one of them was also qualified to fight with him fairly, but now he was beating himself. This is the convenience brought by namelessness, without the shackles of fame and fortune, you can be more unscrupulous.

But Ye Gucheng was unmoved, and rose to the sky with the sword in his hand, and with the bright moonlight, the cold light was scattered on the beach.

The little old man also drew a short sword, the thirteenth form of the Heavenly Remnant, and he alone resisted Ye Gucheng's unrivaled sword momentum.

Behind Ye Gucheng is a knife, next to him is a palm, and there is a little old man's sword in front.

But Ye Gucheng did not flinch, when the little old man decided to besiege Ye Gucheng, in Ye Gucheng's opinion, this was his admission of defeat, which was undoubtedly an injection of strength for Ye Gucheng.

Now Ye Gucheng only felt that his whole body needed to vent, and he had a feeling of overdosing.

Ye Gucheng needs a big battle, and the little old man can't do it, so I'll "fight ten"!

Flying immortals outside the sky, the ultimate in swordsmanship, invincible; Eighteen palms of the dragon, the ultimate in fierceness, invincible; Left and right fight each other, weird extreme, left and right.

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1980s