On the top of the mountain behind Tang Fan, two old men appeared.

The appearance of these two people is in stark contrast.

A small figure was lying on a rock, ragged and dusty, looking like it hadn't been showered in a long time.

His long hair was like a haystack, and a dusty sparrow was shuttling back and forth in his hair, pecking at lice.

He also had a wine gourd in his hand and was pouring wine into his mouth.

The other, still thin, but very tall.

He stood proudly on the top of the mountain, dressed in a green shirt, with his long hair pulled up, and his whole body was clean and tidy, without a trace of dirt.

This person has an extraordinary aura and an unfathomable feeling.

When did these two show up?

Or are they here in the first place?

Tang Fan's gaze swept over the two of them, and his brain spun rapidly.

If it's the former, it's better to accept it.

Because Tang Fan had been understanding the boxing technique before, he didn't sense that someone was coming, which was normal.

But if it's the latter, it's terrible.

Tang Fan obviously used his divine sense to explore this small island countless times, but he didn't find their existence.

What does this mean?

A hidden master, a real master!

Thinking of this, Tang Fan took a closer look again, and his heart was even more shocked.

There was no fluctuation in the cultivation of these two people.

The fluctuation of not having cultivation does not mean that they do not have cultivation.

It can only be said that their cultivation has reached the point where Tang Fan can't explore.

A master who can be retracted and released freely no longer needs to exude his breath to deter his opponent......

Thinking of this, Tang Fan calmed down and gave up all defenses.

Joke, in the face of such a master, you have to guard against a fart!

One can kill him, let alone two.

Tang Fan hugged his fists and bowed: "The juniors don't know that the two seniors are cultivating here, and they have no intention of disturbing, please forgive the two seniors!" ”

Neither of them spoke, obviously they didn't have any breath, but it made Tang Fan feel a huge pressure.

These two old guys can pretend better than Tang Tianhai!

Tang Fan felt a chord in his heart and continued: "The younger generation has encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation, thank you for the guidance of the seniors!" ”

The sloppy old man poured another glass of wine into his mouth and said drunkly: "Although you are strong in this supernatural power, you can only understand its form and do not understand its meaning, which is really stupid enough!" ”

"I see that your talent is not bad, but you are full of stinky skin, full of impetuousness, obviously with unique skills, but you have no fist intent!"

"What are you cultivating supernatural powers for?"

"Is it just to be handsome?"

“……”

Tang Fan looked embarrassed, the old man's words were exquisite, it was simply heart-wrenching!

"Whether it's one punch or ten punches, if you continue to cultivate like this, even if you cultivate a hundred types of supernatural powers, it will only be in vain, useless!"

The more the sloppy old man spoke, the more angry he became, and his reclining body suddenly floated up, like a reclining Buddha, straight towards Tang Fan.

He held the wine gourd in one hand and slowly raised the other.

He took the opportunity to take a sip of wine while punching.

His movements were slow, so slow that Tang Fan could see every subtle movement of his fingers clenching into fists.

Even his throat as he swallowed the wine could be seen clearly......

But because it's slow, it's the ultimate fast!

Because, fast to the extreme, is slow.

By the time Tang Fan reacted, the old man's dirty, thin and small, little fist like a donkey's dung egg had already swung towards his chest.

Tang Fan hurriedly clenched his fists to block it, but before he could hold his hand, his chest had already been hit by the old man's small fist.

"Bang!"

"Ahh

Tang Fan felt that his body was overturned, and his internal organs seemed to explode, and his ears roared, and his whole body flew out.

He obviously didn't feel much energy, but he couldn't control his flying backwards.

Even if he tried to stabilize his body, he couldn't.

It seems to be powerless, but it is like a bamboo.

"Bang!"

Tang Fan's body slammed into the deep pit on the mountain wall.

That pit was the one he smashed before.

Tang Fan was smashed to the ground, this was a treatment he had never suffered since his physical body was built.

You know, he's a physical infant now!

Fortunately, he is a physical primordial baby, otherwise, he would have been crushed a long time ago.

On the top of the mountain in the distance, the old man in green shirt watched this scene motionlessly, without even blinking his eyes.

Tang Fan raised his head in the gravel dust, and he saw that the sloppy old man had floated in front of him at some point.

He remained in a reclining position, opening his mouth and pouring wine......

A mouthful of big yellow teeth, Tang Fan turned to his stomach.

"Former ......"

Tang Fan opened his mouth to say something, but unexpectedly, the old man's dirty little fist was raised again.

"No ......"

Tang Fan watched as the black fist slammed into his chest with a slower movement.

It's like children playing with each other, and they knock lightly.

His punches didn't have any fancy movements, nor did they have any fist shadows, but as if they had magical power, they landed everywhere and were invincible.

"Boom ......"

Although it was a light knock, it was like a mountain and a sea, and Tang Fan's body hit the stone wall behind him again.

"Bang!"

The loud bang was even louder than just now, and the whole hill shook.

"Idiot, why don't you hide......"

The old man smiled, that was an angry person.

"Ahh

Tang Fan roared angrily in the deep pit, he hadn't been so aggrieved for a long time.

"Little old man, you've gone too far!"

"His grandmother's, I'm afraid of you when you are a master!"

"Look at the punch!"

Tang Fan's fighting intent was aroused, the person flew out of the dust, his cultivation exploded, and he smashed straight at the old man with a punch.

Although it is a punch, it fuses all the attack attributes of the Seven Styles Shengang Fist.

The sound of breaking the air came out, as if tearing apart the void, and the shadow of the fist filled the sky, completely enveloping the sloppy old man.

The surrounding air is full of factors such as wind, fire, thunder and lightning, like a whirlpool, about to devour the old man.

The old man in green shirt on the top of the mountain, his eyes finally changed, as if he had an appreciation for it.

But this change was only for a moment, and his face returned to its previous arrogant calm.

"Bang!"

The shadow of the fist disappeared, and Tang Fan's iron fist hit the old man's chest.

However, the old man was still hovering there, as if he had no sense, and he lifted the flask and poured the wine......

This punch seemed to hit the cotton.

It's obviously the opponent, but it's like a short.

Tang Fan's brute force turned into nothingness on the old man's body.

"This ......"

Tang Fan's eyes widened, this is a demon.

What kind of cultivation is he!

Could it be that he is a master of Zhang Badao's level, even more powerful than Zhang Badao?

"It's a little itchy......"

Tang Fan watched as the old man raised his little black hand, gently held his wrist and rubbed it his chest, like tickling.

Then, Tang Fan saw that his hand had turned black and was wrapped in a layer of oil sludge......

"You're sick!"

Tang Fan was very angry, and hurriedly retracted his hand and slammed it into a fist again.

He didn't believe he couldn't hurt the old man.

This punch is even more fierce than the punch just now, the fist intent is monstrous, the fist shadow is heavy, and the dazzling is extraordinary.

The old man seemed to sense the power of this punch, and opened his mouth to let out a breath of wine.

"Poof!"

The wine in his mouth was extremely hot, and it ignited instantly when it encountered the air, turning Tang Fan's fist shadow into nothingness.

"Boom!"

Tang Fan's fist momentum disappeared, and he didn't even touch the old man's clothes.

"You still don't understand ......"

"Look!"

The old man shook his head, raised his little black fist again, and swung it slowly.

Tang Fan understood, the old man was igniting himself.

He didn't dare to have the slightest contempt and anger, and immediately held his breath, his eyes flashing with purple light, and stared at his fist motionlessly.

This punch looks fluffy and soft, like a gossamer, with no strength and no speed......

What a fist, what a fist shadow, only a small black fist, smashed over indifferently.

However, in this prosaic, there is a certain wonderful coercion.

Tang Fan invisibly felt the power to destroy the world.

This power made him feel awe, as if he couldn't even have the heart to resist.

It seems that only obedience can follow the intention of this punch.

As long as you resist, you will be erased by the fist intent.

The whole world, as if it were decided by this fist.

A punch out, representing heaven and earth.

One punch out, all beings worship!

This is fist intent......