In the face of such a huge force, Zhao Rang could only retreat and did not dare to fight hard.

The weight of a weapon can increase its power, but it also sacrifices its agility.

Now Zhao Rang is in a long street that extends in all directions, so the advance and retreat can be controlled by himself, and it is not necessary to fight.

Another stick swept in a momentum, Zhao Rang pointed to the ground on tiptoe, and his body retreated more than a foot away, completely distancing himself from the other party.

Only then did I see that the stick bearer turned out to be the emaciated old showman from Fang Cai!

At this time, Lao Xiucai had already taken off his shirt and tied it around his waist.

Although his body still looks very thin, his burst of power can swing such a thick iron rod!

Seeing Lao Xiucai walking forward quickly, he raised the iron rod above his head and danced the shadow of the stick, Zhao Rang hurriedly shouted:

"Old man, what are you doing here?"

Lao Xiucai didn't answer, only snorted coldly, his eyes full of hatred.

Immediately, his figure gradually disappeared in the shadow of the stick, becoming illusory and mysterious.

Zhao Rang thought about it carefully, and found that he didn't know what forces or people in the north were good at using sticks.

Besides, the stick used by Lao Xiucai has long exceeded the limit of ordinary sticks.

With Zhao Rang's Wupin's martial arts cultivation, he can only pick it up at most, but as for dancing like this, he can't even think about it.

In most cases, the strength of a martial artist is linked to martial arts cultivation. However, it is normal for people who specialize in outer martial arts to have greater strength than martial arts of the same level.

But Lao Xiucai has such a huge power, Zhao Rang has really never seen it.

I only heard that in the past, there was a force on the rivers and lakes that specialized in cultivating qi, and the disciples in it, once they got started, they could have the power of a thousand catties. Subsequently, according to the degree of hard work in cultivation and the comprehension of self-control, it can also be greatly improved.

However, this kind of cultivation method is really hard work, and the time required is extremely long. Not to mention that in order to squeeze their own strength to the extreme, they also need a lot of natural treasures to use for medicinal baths and takes.

What's even worse is that this method of "pulling out seedlings to help grow" has actually damaged the original essence, resulting in the martial artists who practice this method often have a very short lifespan.

If this goes on for a long time, there will be no one to cultivate, and it will be short-lived.

I heard that there are still some hidden temples that use this method as a standard for training believers, but they have never seen anyone walk around the rivers and lakes again, so it is recognized that this kind of martial arts that is purely good at strength has been broken.

Seeing Lao Xiucai today, Zhao Rang also felt a little surprised.

Although he is not a martial arts idiot, when people who practice martial arts see martial arts moves that they have never seen before, or that only appear in rumors, they still inevitably feel a little itchy, and they want to compete with him and see who is stronger among each other!

There is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts.

There is no evidence for empty words, but you still have to see the real chapter under your hands!

Anyway, the street behind him is still very long, so Zhao Rang is not in a hurry to make a move. He wanted to observe the path of this old talent first.

But after watching it for a long time, Zhao Rang didn't see why.

It's not that he can't understand it, but Lao Xiucai's road is not at all!

He used a huge force to make the tiger dancing with an iron rod so strong that he couldn't even pierce an embroidery needle, so as to protect himself.

Then he fought steadily, step by step, towards Zhao Rang, trying to force him into a corner with a stick wind, and then kill with one blow.

A solid iron rod with a thick waist for an adult, as long as it is hit, Zhao Rang must have to hate the northwest......

He didn't have any external hard skills such as "Golden Bell Jar" and "Iron Cloth Shirt", and all he could rely on was a knife.

"Old man, you must have recognized the wrong person!"

Zhao Rang said again, but he still couldn't shake the old Xiucai's heart.

At this moment, he was like a volcano erupting, and the energy was constantly transmitted from his body to his arms, and then to the stick in his hand.

Two openings, both to no avail.

Zhao Rang was also a little angry!

Do it inexplicably, without saying the reason, how can there be such a person?

If you want to say that you have sinned against him, then forget it, but when I was leaving just now, I obviously bought him five skewers of barbecue!

So Zhao Rang regrets it very much now......

If he had eaten five less skewers of barbecue, he might have had even less strength by this time.

The two of them retreated and advanced, and in a blink of an eye, they had stalemate for a cup of tea.

Not only did the strength of this old showman not weaken in the slightest, but even the sound of the iron rod breaking the wind became more dull.

There is no way to continue the stalemate like this, either turn around and leave, or you can only make a quick decision, subdue this old guy, and ask clearly.

Zhao Rang's eyes swept down, and suddenly found that when this old Xiucai was dancing the stick, there was a circle and a half of space with the ground, just to the position of the ankle.

In other words, the position of the ankle is not protected in the slightest, and it can be regarded as the cover door of his move!

For others, even if they find this flaw, it is difficult to exploit.

Because it's too heavy with an iron bar, and it's too fast to move. The wind it brings with it spreads down, and it can form an iron curtain to cover the door.

But this is difficult for Zhao Rang.

He drew his knife from his gown, then leaped into the air and fell straight to the side with his body to the side.

When he was about to hit the ground, he thought of Lao Xiucai's ankle and swung a knife.

An arc-shaped wave of qi mixed with sword light shot forward.

It's not intense, but it's a little gentle.

But the sword light is the sword light after all, it will never be as gentle as the moonlight, nor will it be as light as a feather.

In the face of such a knife, Lao Xiucai didn't even dare to blink his eyes.

He knew that as long as his spirit slackened a little, then he probably wouldn't have the next chance to blink!

Helplessly, he had to dance the iron rod in his hand faster!

Zhao Rang was not in a hurry, and repeated the previous action again.

When he first met Yuan Mingkong, he used this knife technique once, and it was the Zhao family's "four-stage knife".

Each knife is heavier than the other, and the knife momentum is superimposed layer by layer, endlessly, and finally pushes everything with the momentum of destruction and decay, which makes people extremely desperate.

Zhao Rang estimated that he didn't have to do it all with four knives.

Three knives should be enough!

Sure enough, after the second knife was slashed, Lao Xiucai had already stopped moving forward.

The blue tendons on his forehead burst out, and the beads of sweat kept rolling down, and he only had the strength to parry, and there was no room to fight back.

When Zhao gave up the third place, Lao Xiucai was completely unable to parry, retreated again and again, and the iron rod in his hand slowed down.

Zhao Rang thought that Lao Xiucai's strength had reached the limit, but he suddenly shouted, raised the iron rod above his head, and then held one end with both hands, and rotated in place with the whole body as the axis.

The speed was so fast that the other end of the iron rod rubbed into flames!

One after another flames flew out like lightning, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, forcing Zhao Rang.

Zhao Rang couldn't help but feel nervous......

This old show is far more difficult than he imagined!

As a last resort, he had no choice but to take risks.

The figure jumped high again, and the blade slashed at the head of the old Xiucai.

This knife is a forbidden style in the Zhao family's knife method, called "sacrifice knife".

It is a knife that can only be struck with all the strength of oneself by mobilizing one's own strength.

If you are not careful, you will lose both, so it is called "sacrificing yourself".

It's really a knife technique that can only be used when you're desperate.

However, Zhao Rang obviously will not fight with him.

What he wants is just to make Lao Xiu think so.

"Hehe, just waiting for your knife!"

Lao Xiucai really landed in Zhao Rang's open pocket, and the iron rod move in his hand changed dramatically in an instant, and as soon as he flipped it obliquely, he stabbed Zhao Rang straight up.

With the weight of the iron rod and the blessing of his strength, if it hits this time, it is enough to stab Zhao Rang's head into the stomach.

But Zhao Rangyan didn't know what he wanted?

When the iron rod was less than three inches from the tip of the sword, he flipped his wrist and spun it, causing the blade to hover over the stick like a snake.

not only made Lao Xiucai's huge force hit the air, but also forced him to hold a stick with both hands with a blade.

"Let go!"

Zhao Rang roared!

Lao Xiucai was ruthless.

I'd rather have my wrists cut off by Zhao Rang's blades than let go.

Fortunately, Zhao Rang had no murderous intentions towards him, and at the last moment, the tip of the knife was picked up, and on the inside of his wrists, he gently slashed it.

The force is controlled to the extent that it only hurts the flesh and bones, and the muscles and bones are constantly injured.

The cold touch made Lao Xiucai's strength leak most of it in an instant......

The iron rod fell to the ground with a "bang", smashing up a cloud of smoke.

Zhao Rang raised his arm and put the blade around his neck.

Lao Xiucai was nervous and said:

"It's because I'm not as good as others, you can kill me!"

Zhao Rang sighed, tightened the knife back into his coat, and said:

"Sir, you're going to kill me! I'm just protecting myself! ”

It's obvious that the other party made the first move, why did he still look like a hero in the end, and he would rather die than surrender!

Zhao Rang felt that this old show was either old and confused, or he had trained his brain by practicing his strength!

"I can't stop you from being bad for the master, so there will only be one death to repay!"

When Zhao Rang heard this, he hurriedly asked:

"Master? Third Master Wang?! ”

Lao Xiucai said coldly:

"Apart from him, is there a second master in the royal city?"

Zhao Rang said playfully:

"So you shot at me, do you think I'm going to be unfavorable to Third Master Wang?"

Lao Xiucai said with a snort:

"You first sneaked into the alley where the Liba people gathered, and then you were so attentive to the notice of Xiang Tengju, didn't you use this to sneak in and work, and then it was not good for the master?"

Zhao Rang sighed, it turned out that this was the source of the misunderstanding.

"Who are you?"

Lao Xiucai straightened his neck and replied:

"I'm old, I can only embarrass my grandfather!"

Zhao Rang saw that Lao Xiucai was fearless, and even felt deep guilt when he said this, so he knew that he should be the dead man of Wang Sanye, who was at the bottom of the city and acted as a shadow.

The so-called shadow son is a person who hides in the shadows.

Usually not obvious, but he can take his own life as the main family fight at a critical moment.

The Zhao family also has such a person, so Zhao Rang easily guessed the identity of Lao Xiucai.

After all, the three sons of Mrs. Wang are too famous.

The more people who know, the more they will be on guard.

And such a shadow, unaware of ghosts, is the most powerful killer.

"I'm not trying to be bad for Third Master Wang, on the contrary, I'm trying to save him!"