In the small pavilion by the river, the man known as Lao Chen was still hitting the pillar, and the man in the Confucian shirt was sitting there with a gloomy face, "It's really bold, I actually ran to a place that I can't see or hear, hum, a mud-legged man who ran out of a small country, a C-class wrestler who is nothing, first dared to kill me, and now he is playing these little tricks in front of me, I am really impatient." ”

Looking at the feathers on his arms, which should have been pitch black and shiny, were now charred in large pieces, the man in the Confucian shirt was even more annoyed, and his face was so heavy that it was dripping.

After the tall man walked out of the dense forest, he first sorted out the package on his back, and after making sure that there were no mistakes, he walked towards the small pavilion, and his momentum slowly increased.

Although his appearance has not changed much because of the exercises, in fact, he is now in his old age, and his limit is approaching, and he has no days to live, but he deliberately did not tell Xu Shan, if he told this kid, I don't know how much trouble he will make.

Even if there is no such thing as raising eyebrows, he is ready to meet Xu Shan, a stinky boy, and ask for the future. It happened that he had something to do, so he took advantage of the reason of knowing Xu Shan, and asked the two mountain lords in the pavilion to transfer him out of the original area and come here. After all, the sect stipulates that after the martial artists of the same country come to the Phiyun Sect, they must be assigned to different regions, so it is extremely difficult for the old people to meet each other.

This time, I was very happy to see that my apprentice had grown up and my wish had been fulfilled, and secondly, before I came to die, I was even happier to be able to meet the highest level of martial arts that I knew.

When he approached the small pavilion, his momentum had reached its peak.

"The old Wu Kui of the Candle Country, Zhongshan Wei follows the wind, and specially invites the mountain lord to teach. ”

Wei Suifeng's voice was not loud, but it was full of momentum, and even Lao Chen, who had been hitting the pillar, stopped his movements, blew out the cigarette holder, and squinted at him.

The man in the Confucian shirt was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe his words, and then reacted, laughed angrily, and said three good words in a row.

Wei Suifeng didn't look at him, but said to Lao Chen: "Master Chen, Lord Han asked me to tell you just now, saying that there is something to discuss." ”

When Lao Chen heard this, he looked at Wei Suifeng with a smile, his thoughts turned, and after weighing the pros and cons, he was ready to eat this obvious plan to divert the tiger from the mountain.

With a plan in his heart, he turned his face to the man in the Confucian shirt, and pretended to be concerned: "I want to go on a trip, you have no problem with yourself?"

The man in the Confucian shirt snorted coldly: "A mere C-class wrestler, what do you want me to have a problem with." ”

Turning his face to look at Lao Chen, he said indifferently: "Say hello to Fairy Han for me." ”

As if he didn't hear the mockery in the tone of the man in the Confucian shirt, Lao Chen tiptoed a little, and the figure disappeared in an instant.

After making sure that Lao Chen was gone, the man in the Confucian shirt did not rush to make a move, but slowly closed the paper fan, put it on the stone table, and said: "Candle Country Wei Suifeng, right, after I peel you and cramp, I will send someone to slaughter your relatives and friends in Candle Country one by one, and then place them in front of your corpse, so that you can reunite neatly." ”

Patting his head, the man in the Confucian shirt added regretfully: "If you are not careful, your body is not left, how can this be good." ”

When Wei Suifeng heard this, he sneered and said: "These pre-war frustration of sharpness, if you are ruthless, you will be exempted, and send people to the Candle Country to kill people? You promise, look at the immortals on your head Do you promise? If you have this ability, you would have been..."

As Wei Suifeng was talking, his face suddenly changed, and he looked behind the man in the Confucian shirt with a stunned expression, and said in surprise: "Ah, Lord Chen, why are you back?!"

When the man in the Confucian shirt heard this, his face changed greatly, and he turned his head without thinking about it, but saw that there was nothing behind him, and there was no figure, and at this moment, he heard a whining sound in his ears, and then felt a strong wind whistling towards his head.

With a sneer, a black light flashed in the palm of the man in the Confucian shirt, and his five fingers were as sharp as steel claws in an instant, and he grabbed the whistling hidden weapon with one palm, and sneered: "It's really a dirt bun from the countryside, this little trick still dares to be used to show ugliness, now let the Riba people see what the real Eight Desolation Skills are!"

The man in the Confucian shirt smashed the flying hidden weapon with one claw, and was about to say more, but he saw that the hidden weapon had just been shattered, and a large bag of powder was splashed out of it, and it was covered on his head.

The man in the Confucian shirt was defenseless, seeing that he was already unable to dodge, he closed his eyes, nose and mouth in an instant, and at the same time, his hands waved rapidly, and a burst of black light claw shadows flashed, and a strong wind quickly rose around him, and the powder was about to be dispersed in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Wei Suifeng was not in a hurry, took out three hidden weapons from the package and threw them out, and at the same time, with a twist of his wrist, he stuffed a pill into his mouth. At this moment, I was amazed by the Qiankun bag I was carrying, it was worthy of the handiwork of the fairy family, this kind of Qiankun bag that could put many objects in one package, if it was placed in the rivers and lakes of the Candle Country where I was before, and it was used to plot people, it would definitely be accurate.

The man in the Confucian shirt heard the sound of the hidden weapon in his ears again, and scolded secretly in his heart, this time he didn't dare to smash the hidden weapon, but flicked his fingers, wanting to use his true qi to bounce the hidden weapon back the original way, but after the real qi was released, he didn't feel like he touched the real thing, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

But I saw one of the bamboo-shaped hidden weapons, not close to the man in the Confucian shirt, but flew diagonally to a corner of the pavilion, directly broken into two, and crawled out of it a winged like a human face, shook the wings, and then lay there motionless, it was the ghost-faced cicada.

The second secret weapon was a round iron ball, which fell to the ground and took root, and then the iron ball cracked, wrapped in a green fruit in the middle, and a mint-like fragrance quickly spread.

The third hidden weapon was a small dark green bottle, which rushed straight towards the man in the Confucian shirt, and before it arrived, it burst open, bursting out of it with countless black strips the size of fingernails, and then being shredded by the black light claw shadow of the man in the Confucian shirt, scattered the body of the man in the Confucian shirt, and a very small number of black strip-like objects fell on the exposed skin of the man in the Confucian shirt, and after a while, it became a bloodthirsty leech with yellow and green, and opened its mouth to suck violently.

The man in the shirt only felt a strange itch on his neck, palms, ankles and other places where his bare skin was exposed, and he slapped it with his hand, only feeling that his palms were sticky, and when he opened his eyes, his palms were full of blood, and there was a yellow-green sticky thing, squirming there.

At first glance, it was a bloodthirsty leech, and then he felt that his neck and other places, the man in the Confucian shirt had goosebumps, and instinctively turned on the Eight Desolation Gong with all his strength, and directly used his true qi to smash the bloodthirsty leeches lying on his body and sucking blood one by one.

And the ghost-faced cicada lying in the corner of the pavilion was stirred by the aftermath of the true qi of the man in the Confucian shirt nearby, and its two wings closed one by one, like a human face constantly switching between a smiling face and a crying face.

The process seems to be long, but in fact it takes less than a few breaths.

After the man in the Confucian shirt shattered the bloodthirsty leech, he couldn't help but get angry and scolded: "Okay, you Wei Suifeng, see if I wait for you..."

It's okay not to open your mouth, but as soon as you open your mouth, you smell a cool mint smell, which goes straight to your stomach, and at the same time, the majestic true qi in your body quickly drains away like opening the gate and releasing water.

"This is, this is the Jiang Zhen Pill that suppresses the true qi. ”

The man in the Confucian shirt was shocked, and when he looked around, he saw a green fruit wrapped in an iron ball not far away, which was rapidly turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye at the moment, and as the fruit continued to turn red, the cool aroma became stronger and stronger.

Without thinking about it, the man in the Confucian shirt tiptoed a little, flew towards the fruit, and was about to crush the fruit with one foot.

Wei Suifeng could not let him get his wish, the green dragon mark on his arm quickly swam around the arm, and then wrapped around the five fingers and the back of the palm, and then stepped heavily on the ground, the dust was flying, Wei Suifeng threw a punch at the man in the Confucian shirt with lightning speed.

In the afterglow of the man in the Confucian shirt, he saw a huge fist with the mark of the green dragon, which suddenly appeared in front of him with the momentum of wind and thunder, and quickly became larger.

"Get out of here!"

With a roar, the feathers on the arms of the man in the Confucian shirt flew, like a fan open, and soon formed a large circle to protect the side.

The huge fist of the Blue Dragon Mark was aimed at the round shield formed by the black feathers without any fancy of it.

There was a burst of brilliance on the round shield, and the strings of visible ripples spread from the center of the round shield to the edge, and when the ripples were transmitted to the edge, they only stopped for a moment, and then reversed back to the center at a faster speed.

Under the blow, Wei Suifeng directly vomited blood and flew out.

And the man in the Confucian shirt was also beaten and moved a few steps sideways, without stepping on the fruit.

"My true qi", the man in the Confucian shirt was shocked, and in this moment's effort, his true qi level was reduced to the level of a second-class wrestler.

And Wei Suifeng was also exhausted in one breath, and couldn't help but take a breath.

"Capture the thief and capture the king", judging the situation, the man in the Confucian shirt put his fingers together, a feather stood on his fingertips, and then pointed in the direction of Wei Suifeng.

Wei Suifeng only felt a little black light flash in front of him, and only had time to move slightly, and then he felt a sharp pain coming from his left shoulder, and the entire left shoulder was instantly bloody.

The man in the Confucian shirt was furious in his heart, and was about to shoot a second feather.

At that moment, a cicada chirped, then faster and louder.

Wei Suifeng laughed, completely ignoring the injury in his left shoulder, crushed a huge bottle in his hand, and then saw countless cicadas chirp from it, paused in the air, and then flew away in the direction of the man in the Confucian shirt.

"Ghost-faced cicada!"

Looking at a group of cicadas flying in the air, the man in the Confucian shirt hated in his heart, pinched his hands, and shrunk his arms like feathers and fish scales, and then shot out quickly at the ghost-faced cicada in the air, and for a while, the corpse of the ghost-faced cicada was mixed with black feathers, like a black snowfall.

Seeing such a good opportunity, how could he miss it, Wei Suifeng ignored the injury, took a little step, and instantly bullied himself in front of the man in the Confucian shirt, and beat him violently, ridiculing while beating:

"At your level, fortunately in this place, if it were in our Candle Country, I wouldn't know your mother who Lao Tzu could beat. ”

"But then again, if you are really in the Candle Country, you also belong to the kind of goods that can be deceived by people in underwear, and it is impossible to know a hero like Lao Tzu. ”

Wei followed the wind and constantly swam around the man in the Confucian shirt, and every time he punched his body, a layer of feathers would instantly emerge, blocking the attack, and at the same time returning with stronger force. After a while, his fists were already bloody, and Wei Suifeng still didn't care about it, just kept beating hard.

At the beginning, the man in the Confucian shirt could still deal with the ghost-faced cicada at the same time, while resisting the punch from all directions, at this moment he heard the ridicule, even if he rationally told himself that it was the best to give priority to the ghost-faced cicada, he still couldn't control himself, and pulled out a palm and five claws into a hook, and grabbed Wei Suifeng is one claw, and Wei Suifeng did not resist at all, allowing him to grab five deep claw marks on his chest, and also seized the opportunity to punch the cheek of the man in Confucian shirt, on the one hand, the man in Confucian shirt had to mainly deal with the ghost-faced cicada, plus the claw that had just pulled out his strength, even if there was a feather to protect his cheek in time, he was blinded all of a sudden, and his hands couldn't help but protect his face freely。

Wei Suifeng saw that there was an opportunity, and countless fist shadows appeared in the sky, pouring down like a torrential rain in front of the man in the Confucian shirt.

Fighting, feeling the force of the shock in his hand getting stronger and stronger, Wei Suifeng immediately flew up with a kick, hitting the lower abdomen of the man in the Confucian shirt, this time it was really hit, the man in the Confucian shirt immediately had his eyes bulging like fish eyes, and he was kicked out all of a sudden, and hit the pillar on the side of the pavilion with a 'bang', and his nose and mouth were bleeding.

Although Wei Suifeng's whole body was steaming and panting at the moment, he didn't forget to spit at the man in the Confucian shirt.

"Cool, it's so fucking cool. ”

Wei Suifeng was bleeding all over his body, and he still laughed wildly.