An old man in a tattered robe and an old Zen stick staggered over.

Zhang Zhiyi pinched the trick in his hand, and dozens of paper cranes suddenly flew out of his body, and Fang Yuan said: "Be careful! The aura on this old man's body is too strong, at least he has reached the realm of Taichu Junior!"

Fang Yuan immediately opened the Eye of Enlightenment, but the result really startled him! This old man who seemed to be able to blow him down with a gust of wind was at a normal level, but his aura attribute was as high as 2,700 points! On the other hand, Zhang Zhiyi was only 270 points.

"Too ...... He's ten times as strong as yours!"

Zhang Zhiyi was stunned when he heard this, and said, "How do you know so clearly, is your perception so strong?"

"Eldest sister, don't care about these details at this time, okay? The disparity in strength is so big, how do we play?"

"How long can you hold him back?"

Fang Yuan took a deep breath and dragged him back? What are you kidding! His intuition told him that once he made a move, he would definitely die! He couldn't wait to let go of his legs now, the farther he ran, the better, he wished that these things had never had anything to do with him! The big deal was that the frost was all gone, and Yuan Bao would find a way. It's not easy to get such an adventure, he doesn't want to die like this!

However, at this moment, Shuang Wu sent a chill from behind him, which shook his spirit. Xiao Man's voice and smile instantly appeared in his mind, as well as the agreement he made with Xiao Man that night. A piece of big fat meat that reached his mouth was snatched away by these bastards like this, Fang Yuan was really unhappy when he thought about it.

"How long do you need me to hold him down?"

"Ten minutes!

Fang Yuan smiled lightly at Zhang Zhiyi: "If I don't hold it, my father's pension problem will be yours." ”

Zhang Zhiyi said coldly: "If you don't hold it, Xiaoman, the three of us will go down together to tease the landlord." ”

Fang Yuan strode towards the old man and shouted, "Old man, the master is here to play with you!"

The old man stopped, smiled playfully, and said, "It's too easy, you are also worthy of ......."

Fang Yuan's figure rushed towards him like lightning, and the short knife in his hand swirled around and grabbed the old man's lifeline.

Instead of panicking, the old man smiled gloomily, and his aura suddenly bloomed all over his body, and even the surrounding fires swayed wildly, and the Zen staff in his hand easily blocked Fang Yuan's short knife.

Fang Yuan didn't get entangled, he immediately jumped out of the middle of the blow and jumped ten meters away, hehe smiled: "Old thing, it's quite hard!"

The old man was about to make an ironic remark, but Fang Yuan seized this gap and rushed towards the old man again.

The old man couldn't help but smile when he saw Fang Yuan doing this trick again: "It's really not a long memory." ”

However, at the moment when the Zen staff in the old man's hand collided with Fang Yuan's short knife, Fang Yuan suddenly let go and let the short knife fly out, the old man slightly sideways his body in order to avoid the edge, but he didn't expect Fang Yuan to turn over and kick over, kicking the old man's face steadily. He used all his strength to kick this one, and if it weren't for the wall, the old man would probably have to fly out.

Fang Yuan said with a smile: "No matter how much you cultivate, you will still be an old man in the end!

The old man staggered and stood up from the ground, he had not suffered such humiliation for nearly a hundred years, but he didn't expect to be kicked by a cultivator who had just started today, and the shame and indignation in his heart were indescribable.

"You're looking for death!"

The old man shouted angrily, his eyes suddenly became extremely poisonous and fierce, and the Zen staff in his hand trembled violently.

Fang Yuan saw him like this, thinking that he was trembling with his own anger, so he continued to arch the fire and said: "At such an old age, his temperament is not small, and his anger hurts his body, old man!"

The old man didn't answer, but looked at Fang Yuan with a gloomy smile. Then, the sound of bones growing "creaked" from his back...... creaked ......", and I saw a thick arm suddenly burrowing out of his back, which looked extremely incompatible with his old body.

Then another arm, and another, and another, and one arm after another, like mushrooms after a rain, came out of his back one by one, some stout, some slender, some white and tender, some old. In a short time, dozens of arms grew out of the old man's thin back, and the old man looked like a hedgehog. His face began to distort, and his upright posture became rickety.

Fang Yuan could be regarded as someone who had seen some battles, but he was still a little flustered when he saw such a strange picture. So he kicked over a brazier, and then kicked the brazier at the old man.

Several of the arms on the old man's back were instantly twisted together, and they turned into a thick arm that was more than two meters long, and with one punch, he knocked aside the brazier that Fang Yuan had kicked over.

Zhang Zhiyi didn't react yet, indicating that ten minutes hadn't yet arrived, so Fang Yuan stiffened his scalp and shouted to the old man again: "What's the use of having so many arms? Can't you catch me? I don't believe that your body that is about to sink into the ground can pass me faster!"

The old man smiled grimly, and the Zen staff in his hand was horizontal, and he pinched the trick with his fingers.

Fang Yuan was still pondering the old man's next move, but several shadow-turned arms suddenly stretched out from his feet and behind him, firmly fixing him to the wall. Fang Yuan was still confident in his strength, but under the suppression of these shadows, he really couldn't move at all.

The old man said: "Taiyi Realm can have such a strong body, I have to admit that you are a genius in quenching your body." But the common problem of geniuses is blind arrogance, in the end, you are just too easy, and you don't seem to have practiced any special exercises. ”

The old man's hand slowly pointed at Fang Yuan, and dozens of arms were like vines on a tree, and they were thinner, elongated, and twisted and grown. The old man's arm stretched longer and longer, and thinner and thinner, and finally it was as thin as a rope, and dozens of arms were twisted together like twisted twists, turning into a strong and long giant arm! This arm was like a boneless, like a snake, it swam in front of Fang Yuan.

Seeing this, Fang Yuan couldn't help but shout loudly: "Zhang Zhiyi, your sister! Aren't you done yet? Lao Tzu is about to feed the snake!"

The old man was shocked when he heard this, and only then did he notice the aura fluctuations on Zhang Zhiyi's side.

Zhang Zhiyi's body was surrounded by dozens of paper cranes, which seemed to be flying rapidly in a strange formation in the air. Hearing Fang Yuan's shout, Zhang Zhiyi suddenly opened his originally closed eyes, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

"It's hard work, leave it to me next. ”

The old man seemed to have thought of something, and shouted "not good" and was about to stretch out his huge hand to stop it, but it was too late.

The thousands of paper cranes around Zhang Zhiyi all spontaneously ignited in an instant, and the firelight quickly lingered around her, gradually turning from pale yellow to pure white.

"Taishang should be magical, God is coming!"

I saw her scream, and the white flames burst open and gathered behind her again, condensing into a pair of white crane wings.

"This ...... This is really the 'Taishang Ying Divine Technique', you are the Zhang family!" The old man said in a deep voice.

Zhang Zhiyi didn't talk nonsense, and with a flick of his wings, several flame feathers shot towards the old man. The old man did not show weakness, and with a wave of his giant fist, he scattered all the flames. Pinched the trick casually, and countless shadow arms suddenly stretched out from Zhang Zhiyi's side.

Zhang Zhiyi's wings shook, and a powerful ring of fire spread rapidly around her, and the shadow arm that had just stretched out instantly turned into nothingness. At this moment, the old man's giant arm was already in front of her, and she quickly waved her wings and suddenly soared into the air, just in time to dodge a blow.

After a few rounds, it was difficult for the two sides to distinguish the winner for a while, and Fang Yuan couldn't help but be a little shocked in his heart. It stands to reason that this old man has steadily suppressed Zhang Zhiyi ten times in terms of attributes, which is ten times! From this point of view, Zhang Zhiyi is simply killed in seconds. But in fact, not only was she not killed in seconds, but she was also inseparable from this old man for a while, and it seemed that Zhang Zhiyi still had a little upper spot.

Why is that?

Fang Yuan thought of some details in the game again, could it be that a person's strength should not only depend on attributes, but also on skills? Zhang Zhiyi's trick has been cast for so long, it is estimated that it must be at the level of a ultimate! If you think about it this way, it is not too much to be stronger, and I don't know if there are any restrictions on such a powerful skill. It seems that this thigh is hugged correctly, and he has to find a way to get some cultivation exercises from her.

At this moment when Fang Yuan was thinking wildly, Zhang Zhiyi had already pushed the battle to an end, and the old man seemed to be overwhelmed by her. She slowly raised a hand, and as soon as she landed on her wings, sparks jumped towards her hand, and in a few moments, a white fireball larger than her head, three or four circles, appeared in her hand.

"One move to determine the winner!"

Zhang Zhiyi suddenly threw the fireball in his hand towards the old man, the white fireball seemed to be a white cannonball, and even the surrounding air shouted and hissed around it.

The old man stretched out his giant arm to resist, but the moment the white fireball touched his arm, it was like touching a meat grinder, and it was torn to pieces in an instant, but the white fireball would also shrink and dim due to consumption. The white fireball rushed to a position less than half a meter away from the old man, and the old man's giant arm was twisted so that only his shoulders remained, and the white fireball turned into a small flame.

However, at this moment, Zhang Zhiyi slowly fell to the ground, and the white crane wings behind him gradually disappeared. Without the support of her wings, she suddenly collapsed on the ground, and her face looked even paler. It is not difficult to see that the move just now is obviously overdrawing her body, and the original injuries on her body have not completely healed.

Fang Yuan saw that something was wrong with her, and hurriedly ran over: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Zhiyi seemed powerless to answer his question, and just shook his head gently.

The old man's maniacal laughter sounded in the passage: "Sure enough, just like the legend, the 'Taishang Ying Divine Technique' is a forbidden technique, which consumes life force, and the caster can't last too long!"

Fang Yuan said: "Don't be complacent too early, the arm behind your back has been almost removed, and the aura is almost exhausted, right?

The old man bit his finger and drew a vertical line on the ground, and after a moment the vertical line turned into a hole. A huge shadow arm suddenly stretched out from the mouth and flew towards Fang Yuan and Zhang Zhiyi.