As soon as he made a move, it was as fast as a gust of wind, and his fists and feet rained down, and his eyes were full of afterimages of his body.

Xiao Yan and Qi Zehui couldn't see his movements clearly, and they saw one by one bandits screaming and flying upside down, their bodies falling heavily on the ground and walls.

But the two of them always felt that the man's movements were indescribably familiar.

The bandit screamed and drew his blade, pounced on him again, and then was beaten several feet backwards without exception.

"He's so powerful, why didn't he fight back in the wine shop before?" Xiao Yan struggled to get up, and was amazed at the man's flowing skills.

The man lifted off the mask of a little man, revealing that his face was the dysentery boy in the wine shop before!

"This time, it's specially returned to you!"

The man slammed his palm and pushed it hard against the little guy's jaw, and suddenly there was a clear audible "click" sound at the junction. Where can that little guy eat this trick, he was beaten upside down in the air before falling down-

A broken cart parked under the wall was smashed to pieces by the boys.

". Not only is it watery, but it also plots against customers, and it is really embarrassing to open a store like this......"

"Let's go, let's go, let's go......" Several bandits hurriedly helped each other and trotted away.

This time, Qi Zehui understood, and he hurriedly said: "Beggar Gang! You are a member of the Beggar Gang!"

The man was stunned for a moment: "Oh, how do you say this?"

"Don't pretend, look at your appearance, dress, temperament, and the moves you just used, it's clearly the beggar gang's "Getaway" boxing technique!" Qi Zehui almost jumped up excitedly.

The man smiled and said, "The first half of your sentence still makes some sense, but the second half of the sentence is just farting! Who told you that "Getaway" is the martial arts of the beggar gang?"

"Hey, but the master who taught me this set of boxing techniques is a member of the beggar gang!" Qi Zehui said in surprise.

"Heh, the people of the beggar gang play a set of tricks is the martial arts of the beggar gang, so if I talk to you about the general trend of the world in the capital, won't I still become an old emperor!" The man sneered unceremoniously, making Qi Zehui speechless for a moment.

"Pack up and go, this is not a peaceful place!" said the man, walking forward, not even glancing at the copper plates and broken silver all over the floor.

"I haven't asked who the strong man is! I will definitely repay him one day!" Xiao Yan hurriedly said.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable...... There is no door, no faction, one life, Liu Wanfeng!" The man replied without looking back, "There is no need to repay, you and I don't owe each other!" Such a mysterious light skill made the two stunned.

The two walked in the direction indicated by Liu Wanfeng, and soon found a lighted inn.

"Liu Wanfeng, Liu Wanfeng, Liu Wanfeng......" The two of them repeated the name in their mouths, and suddenly, Qi Zehui raised his head and said in surprise: "It's him!

"What? What do you remember?" Xiao Yan was confused and stopped at the door of the inn.

"No, I used to be idle in the palace before, chatting with the servants and guards every day, and I did hear of him!" Qi Zehui's tone was very affirmative, "Kunlun outcast, Liu Wanfeng!"

Liu Wanfeng, an outcast of Kunlun, is the most talented person among the modern disciples of the Kunlun Sect, and is known as the first genius in a hundred years. At the age of seven, he learned martial arts, at the age of eight, and at the age of sixteen, there was no rival among his peers. In addition, he is handsome and upright, so Liu Wanfeng has always been favored by his masters, uncles and uncles.

Why did such a promising young hero become an outcast? Everything started with a grand sect event in Kunlun ten years ago.

The Seven Sons of Kunlun are the elite of seven people with the most exquisite martial arts selected from the younger generation of Kunlun, which changes every fifty years, and enjoys extremely high prestige and a pivotal position both in the sect and in the rivers and lakes. The seven selected people will become the disciples of the master, not only the martial arts and mental methods are taught by the head of the sect, but they are also qualified to read the secrets of the sect, and it is very likely that they will be passed on by the master.

Therefore, being elected as the seventh son of Kunlun has always been a great honor in the hearts of Kunlun disciples.

Liu Wanfeng is naturally no exception. He is so outstanding, in the minds of his senior brothers, he is almost a predetermined candidate.

If that hadn't happened.

Although geniuses enjoy superior prestige and treatment, they are also under unimaginable pressure. On the eve of the conference, Liu Wanfeng was nervous and couldn't sleep at night. In order to ensure that he got the quota and kept his title on the first day, he made a big mistake - he secretly went to the forbidden place of the sect and learned a sword style that was much higher than his cultivation at that time, as the last insurance.

On the day of the competition, he unsurprisingly passed all the way, until he reached the finals, and only then did he meet an opponent who was evenly matched with him-

His junior brother, Jin Yiming.

He has always ignored this low-key junior brother on weekdays, but he never thought that this junior disciple was as famous as his name, and he really made a splash on the field, his sword style, fists and feet, and body skills were not only on par with Liu Wanfeng, but his internal strength was faintly higher than him after years of forbearance and penance.

Seeing that he was about to fall into an embarrassment, Liu Wanfeng gritted his teeth and used that kind of sword move.

At first, he was faintly proud when he saw his junior brother's panicked expression, but when he realized that he couldn't control the power of that move at all, he was scared.

It wasn't until his sword sank deep into his junior brother's chest in an exclamation that Liu Wanfeng reacted that he had caused an irreparable disaster-

I killed my junior brother who got along with me day and night......

Everyone also guessed the rest of the matter, Liu Wanfeng secretly learned forbidden tricks, killed his fellow disciples by mistake, and in a fit of anger, the head of the sect deprived him of his identity as a disciple, expelled him from the sect, and ordered him to never return to Kunlun regardless of life or death.

A generation of Tianjiao ended up like this, and this matter was also spread in the rivers and lakes at that time, and some people even circulated another interesting version:

In fact, although the head of Kunlun at that time was angry, he did not want to expel his beloved disciple from the sect, the original intention was just to let him go to Kunlun Houshan to guard the spirit of his junior brother for three years, thinking that after three years, he was still the seventh son of Kunlun.

But who knew that the disciple who was ordered to pass the word had a hot mind and crooked his brain, and he made up a false impression that "the master wants to drive you away", in order to force the soulless Liu Wanfeng to go down the mountain and replace him as one of the seven sons of Kunlun. Later, when the matter was revealed, the head of the sect was furious and really drove the disciple down the mountain with his martial arts, but the disciple committed suicide in the room that night.

Two lives, plus Liu Wanfeng, who has no news after leaving and whose life and death are uncertain, so there is this story and legend of "Kunlun has a sword, and the seven sons lose three" on the rivers and lakes.

However, a legend is a legend after all, and the head of Kunlun has not clarified the matter in public, so the authenticity has always been to be investigated.

But almost ten years have passed since that incident. Today's Liu Wanfeng should be thirty years old, which is just in line with the homeless man.

"Add to that his name—if I'm not mistaken, and his ethereal and agile skills, and I think he's right!" Qi Zehui clapped his hands and said.

Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned around and ran towards the road where he came.

Qi Zehui hurriedly limped to follow: "Hey, hey, what are you going to do!"

"Find him to ask him clearly!" Xiao Yan said as he ran, "If he is really the Liu Wanfeng you said, I must find a way to let him teach me more powerful martial arts!"

Suddenly it rained that night.

The two ran all over the town, waking up countless sleeping homeless people and beggars, until noon the next day, when they found Liu Wanfeng in an abandoned Taoist temple outside the town.

When he was found, he was lying in front of the stone statue of Lingbao Tianzun and was asleep, still carrying the wine gourd in his hand.

"Whether he used to be a genius or not, I think he should take a bath!" Qi Zehui pinched his nose and said with a look of disgust.

Sleeping on the ground, Liu Wanfeng was like a dead pig, no matter how she called and slapped, she didn't respond. Qi Zehui came up and kicked him off the offering table.

After being shocked so violently, Liu Wanfeng really sat up with a "whew", and his eyes widened like copper bells.

"Brother Liu, you're awake! we ......" Xiao Yan and Qi Zehui were a little embarrassed at first, but when they saw the man who sat up straight and stared wide-eyed, he was still snoring, and their last bit of guilt disappeared.

"My mother, my master is convinced!" Qi Zehui looked at Liu Wanfeng, who was sleeping with his eyes open, and said from the bottom of his heart: "This grandfather is a living Buddha......! What do we do now?"

"What can I do?" Xiao Yan yawned loudly, walked up to Liu Wanfeng and sat down cross-legged in front of him: "Wait!"

This is to wait from noon to evening.

Qi Zehui beside him was already asleep unconscious, snoring higher than a mountain, and more than Liu Wanfeng.

Xiao Yan was the only one with big dark circles under his eyes, gritting his teeth and persevering.

I'm so sleepy, just ..... Just sleep for a while......

He yawned heavily, and was about to let himself go to sleep, when suddenly he heard the snoring in his ears stop.

Of course not Qi Zehui's snoring.

He tried to open his eyes, and saw Liu Wanfeng looking at him calmly, Xiao Yan hurriedly said: "Brother Liu, I ......"

Liu Wanfeng interrupted him unceremoniously: "Hmph, you kid is really persistent. ”

He stretched out his hand and quickly clicked on the acupuncture points on Xiao Yan's body, Xiao Yan's eyes were dark, and he immediately fell down.

Before he passed out, he saw Liu Wanfeng's broken boots.

It's wet......

A dreamless night.

By the time Xiao Yan woke up, it was already the second day of the sun.

He looked up, and there was a small pile of bones and a half-empty jar of wine scattered on the offering table beside him, and a steaming half of the roast chicken wrapped in oiled paper.

He walked out of the Taoist temple and found that Qi Zehui and Liu Wanfeng were sitting together with wine glasses, seemingly chatting.

"Yo, Banzha, are you awake?" Qi Zehui turned his head and saw Xiao Yan with a blank face, "Although this Brother Liu looks a little annoying, he is indeed an expert in martial arts!

"Brother Liu, he ...... Instructed you in martial arts?" Xiao Yan muttered as his head was still a little drowsy for a while.

"Don't worry," Liu Wanfeng drank all the spirits in the cup, "It's your share!"

They stood up abruptly and rushed towards Xiao Yan: "Let's try your bottom first!"

"Ahh......h

Liu Wanfeng flew up and spun around, and in an instant, he had kicked three times in a row, each kicking on Xiao Yan's chest.

Xiao Yan was kicked to the ground and rolled a few times, and the real pain made him wake up immediately: "What!

"How can I really find out what you are!" Liu Wanfeng laughed, and threw the wine glass in his hand like a cannonball with a flick of his fist.

This time Xiao Yan took it seriously, and easily dodged with a lower waist, and the wine glass flew straight out against his lower abdomen, smashing on the trunk behind him.

"Whew, it's dangerous......" Xiao Yan was secretly glad that he was about to stand up straight, but found that Liu Wanfeng had already come to him-

The man jumped up and stepped straight at his waist and abdomen with both feet.

"Uhhh

"Hey, hold on!" Liu Wanfeng's voice suddenly came. When Xiao Yan heard this, he quickly straightened his waist and bridged, not daring to relax for half a minute.

"Well, the foundation is quite solid, and the foundation is not bad!" Liu Wanfeng exerted force violently, and then jumped away with a somersault, and said, "Let's see how your fist and foot kung fu is!"

Xiao Yan hurriedly got up from the ground and said, "Okay! Mo Jiaquan, concede!" After saying that, he immediately put on a posture and prepared to fight.

"Okay, let me see you...... Belch...... Mo Jiaquan!" Liu Wanfeng opened his posture, but also did not forget to remind: "The one in the back is optimistic! This is the Kunpeng posture of "Getaway"! It's not your loach playing in the water!"

Qi Zehui, who was comfortably picking his nostrils, suddenly blushed when he heard this, and hurriedly sat up straight and observed carefully.

Liu Wanfeng is worthy of being a famous disciple, a century-old genius, and he is not very old, but he is already quite popular with one move and one style, even if he only defends and does not attack Xiao Yan, he can't see where he has lost half a point of momentum. Xiao Yan's every punch and kick seemed to hit Liu Wanfeng, often half an inch in front of him, and the latter could easily dodge it in an extremely chic posture.

After a fight, Xiao Yan was already sweating profusely and panting, but Liu Wanfeng's face still did not change, but he was really "as calm as Kunpeng"!

A blow to the hall struck, Liu Wanfeng turned back and pulled away, and smiled at Xiao Yan: "Where are you 'Mo Family Boxing', it is clearly an adapted 'Shaolin Long Boxing'!"

"Huh?" Xiao Yan was dumbfounded.