The smile in Zhao Wei's eyes came from Wang Yuanbao finally comprehended the true meaning of some regretful Ding Chuan Although the first style of Regret Ding Fist is a water grinding kung fu, but it is far from just water grinding kung fu, and the purpose of polishing the mind is more.

And what Wang Yuanbao mastered before was just the most superficial fur, although it also has some meaning, but after all, it is fur, which cannot be regarded as an entry, it can only be said that it has touched the threshold.

And Zhao Wei, the old man with golden eyebrows, fed Wang Yuanbao with his fist, and paved the road of the Three Realms, which is not only the paving of the realm cultivation, but the most is the foreshadowing of the fist momentum and fist intent.

Wang Yuanbao handed out another punch, the fist was like silk, endless, but every punch was swung out, it really had some "regret" meaning, and another light curtain suddenly shattered.

But there was no joy in Wang Yuanbao's eyes, there would never be anyone who was waiting to be killed, and even more so the monk on the top of the mountain, Cai Fei was taken aback when he saw this.

She originally thought that Wang Yuanbao was at most a martial artist in a realm, and it was more than enough to trap him in a formation, but with the collapse of the light curtain of the talisman, Cai Fei realized that Wang Yuanbao was by no means a realm.

Cai Xuan's eyes flashed with a different color, and the thought that she had forced in her heart suddenly came to her mind again, she came here to raise the sword and that powerful demon beast, and killing Wang Yuanbao was just an addition.

Forced by the deterrence of the golden-eyed old man Zhao Wei, Cai Fei forcibly suppressed the killing intent in her heart, but the current situation can't help but make her do these stupid things, and the fight is nothing more than the word "life and death".

Since Wang Yuanbao sent it to the door himself, if he is still indecisive, he is afraid that he will die, and it is the most unwise move to give Wufu close, even if it is to climb the five realms of the mountain, to catch and kill Wufu at close range, there is only one way to die.

With a decision in his heart, Cai Xuan's fingertips jumped in the vastness, stretching and swaying, Cai Xuan said loudly: "Senior, you are afraid that the rules of this battle are clearer than me, they are all characters on the top of the mountain, if you interfere, will it be a little unsightly?"

Zhao Wei, the old man with golden eyebrows, snorted coldly when he heard this: "Plug the old man's mouth, you mother-in-law is fine, the rules of the fight, you don't need you to remind the old man, it's just life and death, wealth and wealth in the sky." ”

The corners of Cai Fei's mouth hooked up a smile, what she wanted was this sentence, there were really a lot of people on the top of the mountain who protected the short, first blocked the mouth of the old man with golden eyebrows, Zhao Wei, even if he killed Wang Yuanbao, he only missed the word, and he couldn't find any fault.

Wang Yuanbao naturally heard the words of the two, and shook his fist like the wind, and the last few talismans of the light curtain suddenly collapsed.

Walking like flying, Wang Yuanbao walked straight into Cai Xuan's middle door in two steps, and the two fists were handed out flatly, without the momentum of the half-step collapse fist, and without the fist momentum of the first style of the regretful Ding boxing, just like a child fighting, the two fists were handed out flatly.

A touch of surprise appeared in the eyes of the golden-eyebrow old man Zhao Wei, what Wang Yuanbao is showing now really surprised him, just by feeding the boxing, he can learn the two most powerful boxing fights, which is enough to be amazing.

The disciple of the martial god in Yingzhou, I am afraid that it is nothing more than this, the smile in the heart of the old man Zhao Wei with golden eyebrows became stronger and stronger, he thought it was a fast stone, but it turned out to be a piece of gold, and the joy in it was not enough for outsiders.

Even if the two bridges of the same fate and immortality are broken, Zhao Wei is sure to compete with the martial god of Yingzhou, the only remaining martial arts in the world.

Looking at Wang Yuanbao, who rushed forward with a fighting style, Zhao Wei was not worried at all, Wufu's style of play was not to occupy the time and place, only to occupy people, and to catch and kill was to fight for his life.

Wang Yuanbao handed out two fists flatly, but Cai Fei had no intention of dodging, but instead went straight up, and the seemingly ordinary two fists fell on Cai Fei's lower abdomen, and the fist momentum and martial arts bloomed.

The mighty tide was like a line of tide, surging by, Wang Yuanbao's arms were unexpectedly steaming with mist, and only two fists were like mainstays, firmly imprinted on Cai Fei's somewhat springy lower abdomen.

But the martial arts fist like the tide of the Tianhe River stopped in front of Cai Xuan, and there was no way to go further.

Ripples like flowing water floated around Cai Xuan's body, and a collar of dark green armor appeared around Cai Xuan's body, covering all the spring robes, which was enough to make people dizzy, and all of them were covered under the dark green armor.

The aura ripples constantly, and the dark green armor is also like a calm river, as if the wind blows, it will ripple, which shows the high rank of the armor covering Cai Xuan's body.

The armor of the warriors and martial artists is all made by the Mo family's organs, but it is still based on the five pairs of ancestor armor of the soldiers' ancestors, and the armor on Cai Xuan's body is one of the most proficient ancestral armors imitated by the Mo family's organs.

Inky azure nails.

Although the armor of the soldier martial artist is for the use of the soldier warrior, the monk can naturally use it, and the consumption is only a little aura.

Wang Yuanbao's fist and martial arts could not go further, but this did not mean that Cai Qian needed to wait, waved his hand, and the leaping and swaying darkness on his fingertips suddenly became an ancient clumsy sword weapon.

The sword weapon brought up gusts of wind and roared towards Wang Yuanbao's neck.

In fact, monks can also control swords, but unlike sword cultivation, swords and swords, although there is only one word difference between the two, but there is a difference of 108,000 miles, a difference of 108,000 miles, and the key to it is about the same.

It's just that the sword weapon in Cai Fei's hand is not a flying sword, but a sword that is detained with a talisman to repair the sword, although the rank is not very smart, but it has been cultivated for a long time, and it has also gained a little spirituality, which has become a killer weapon in Cai Fei's hands.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Wang Yuanbao retracted his fist and lowered his body when he was lightning, and moved the vital points such as his neck away.

"Snort"

The sound of the blunt knife breaking the leather made people hear the sore teeth, Wang Yuanbao took advantage of this gap, and the half-step collapse fist suddenly unfolded, the thunder between the muscles and bones was dull, even though the blood did not stop, and the arms were dyed red, this rumbling fist had already hit the ink-colored azure armor.

"Boom!!"

Cai Fei took advantage of the situation and flew out, the qi and blood in his chest churned, and the ink-colored azure armor covering his front was originally calm as ripples on the surface of the river, but now it was deeply sunken, revealing two fist marks.

And Wang Yuanbao fell to the ground, gasping for breath, the sword wound on his shoulder was gushing with blood, if the battle with Jiuhe Jun Jiang Tu and Pujia is a game of life and death, then the battle with Cai Fei is a game of life.

In life and death, there may be variables, but between fighting for life, there is no way back.

The hooligans and ruffians in the market are all afraid of those who fight for their lives, and this is also the reason, gambling everything they have, just to kill one person, this is fighting for life.

Cai Fei had a retreat in her heart, she was only in the middle four realms, and she was far from the Jindan realm of Jiuhe Jun Jiang Tu, and what she was doing now was her finale.

These immortal family methods, which were enough to easily kill the monks of the Five Realms of Mountain Climbing, had lost their effect on a small martial artist who was no more than the highest of the Three Realms, which couldn't help but make Cai Fei frightened.

Although the mouth of the old man with golden eyebrows, Zhao Wei, who is suspected of being a martial artist of the Eight Realms, has been blocked, how many monks on the top of the mountain can follow their promises in addition to swearing their hearts?

On the Avenue of Eternal Life, it is always a lonely journey, and no one will give up their trip to the Avenue because of a so-called promise, and the same is true for Cai Xuan, so she is very suspicious of the truth of the promise of the old man Zhao Wei of the Golden Eyebrows.

The martial arts in Wang Yuanbao's Qi Mansion Dantian suddenly emptied, but he still stood up and said, "Come again!"

But behind these seemingly extremely hard words, there is a body that is already strong and dry, and the martial arts purple fetus has fallen into silence.

The martial arts of the Three Realms, although they are stronger than the First Realm, but Wang Yuanbao was only paved by the old man Zhao Wei of the Golden Eyebrows, and the true realm still stays in the first realm.

Fang Cai's fist momentum and martial luck are all forcibly waved out with qi and blood, and now it is no longer martial arts that swims in the meridians of Wang Yuanbao's trick point, but occupies the aura of the hole and opens up the cave.

Cai Xuan's face was cloudy, and his eyes kept glancing at Zhao Wei, the old man with golden eyebrows who was watching coldly.

If you really do it again, I am afraid that this collar of ink-colored azure armor on my body will no longer be able to withstand it, although this leader armor is of high rank, but it has already damaged the gall of the talisman, and the blow that forced Wang Yuanbao to collapse his fist in half a step has already approached the limit.

If she comes again, I'm afraid that the one who will be really injured will be her Cai Xuan.

Just when Cai Qian was wandering, a mighty and brilliant heavenly power suddenly came, enveloping the entire Longchang Town.

Cai Xuan's heart lake set off a stormy wave, before reaching the realm of Jindan, in the face of such a brilliant Tianwei, still as small as an ant, the old man with golden eyebrows, Zhao Wei, looked up at Longchang Town, and his eyes were different.

At this moment, Wang Yuanbao's exhausted strength suppressed this brilliant Tianwei, and suddenly he loosened, and his body fell to the ground softly, losing consciousness.

And the Hider hiding behind the old man Zhao Wei was even more frightened, under this brilliant heavenly might, even a true dragon could not compete with it, and the heavenly power that suppressed it back then was far from being so powerful.

Cai Qian took advantage of such a gap to forcibly suppress the turbulent waves in the heart lake, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, turning into a bloody light and suddenly disappearing.

Zhao Wei, the old man with golden eyebrows, ignored Cai Xuan, who escaped with the help of blood escape, and dragged Wang Yuanbao, who had fallen into a coma, towards the bottom of Baitou Mountain, the time had come.

It's time to start fighting.

............

Under Tianwei, there is only one person who can maintain indifference, and there are only Fang Liangren, who have seen many worlds with Lao Xiucai back then, among which there are many shocks to this Tianwei.

Jiang Ayuan and Han Shen looked at the master who was a little too indifferent, and they were a little cold in their hearts.

Fang Liang seemed to see Jiang Ayuan and Han Shen's uneasiness, put the last two books in the bookcase, touched the heads of the two of them and said with a smile: "Don't cry and mourn, there is no feast in the world, Master has taught so many books, what you can learn is just the two of you, there is only so much that Master can teach you, this is a letter to Zhongnan Academy of Longquan Dynasty." ”

Saying that, Fang Liang handed the two letters that had been written long ago into the hands of Jiang Ayuan and Han Shen and continued: "The road is far away, no one is taking care of me, I don't worry, so I found a senior uncle for you, when the time comes, you will naturally be able to see it, okay, you can go." ”

The words were like arranging the aftermath, and even the stubborn Han Shen could hear the meaning.

Why can't Jiang Ayuan hear it?

At the moment when Han Shen and Jiang Ayuan were about to speak, Fang Liang waved his sleeves, and the two of them only felt that they were in a trance in front of them, and they were no longer conscious.

Fang Liang muttered to himself: "Fusheng is only for the elders, and the snow is full of Chang'an Road." ”

This is a word that I used to read with Lao Xiucai, but now I read it, but it has a different taste.

............

Many worriedly looked at the square-eyed young man with a knife in front of him who was about the same age as himself, and said, "What are you doing at my house!?"

The kitchen knife in his hand couldn't help but grip tighter.

The young man with the knife is Yi Ersan , and many sad little actions can't escape him, an expert in playing with knives, but he said quietly: "Do you want to learn the kung fu that can go back to the rivers and lakes in style?"

The kitchen knife in the hand of many sorrows has been mentioned in front of him: "I don't want to!"

"Well, then it's no wonder to me, junior brother. ”

Before the words fell, a black shadow flashed in front of many sorrowful eyes, followed by a stick on the head, and the sky turned dimly, and he was no longer conscious.

"Alas, it's not going to be a good thing, such a big opportunity can still be refused, this kid is really not on the road, I have to let the master do it himself, it's really ......"

"I'll go, why did the goods come with me again!"

The young man with the knife, Lang Yi, two or three carried a scabbard and knocked him out, and many sorrows suddenly passed away.

............

Above the sea, you can also feel the power of the brilliant sky.

The middle-aged Confucian priest held the sword in his hand and said: "Qing'er, this time you are going to have a good time, you can take a few moves with the methods of the saint, you are the number one sword in the world today." ”

As if in response to the middle-aged Confucius, the sword in his arms hummed and trembled.