Li Susu didn't know when he was already standing at the back door of the meeting hall, his pretty face was like frost, his hands were full of hidden weapons, and he was on the verge of breaking out at any time.

Yang Fei was carrying a long sword with a glittering cold light, sneaking around outside the window, probing his brain.

"Is this all the elite of your gang?"

Pang Zhijing looked at the old beggar and the others with a sneering face, put his hands behind his back, and laughed wildly, "You guys go together, I'm still waiting for the time, just to send you on the road together." ”

"The traitorous dog thief who kills a thousand knives, Hugh wants to be rampant, Lao Tzu will send you to the western sky. ”

The grumpy old blind man shouted angrily, and used the iron rod in his hand as a spear, and with a sharp sound of breaking the air, the staff suddenly stabbed towards Pang Zhijing's chest.

The old beggar didn't say a word, waved the bamboo cane in his hand, and suddenly lifted the green shadow in the sky, and hit Pang Zhijing with his head and face.

"Stinky spies who don't have children, die. ”

Lao Xiucai put away the folding fan with a cold snort, and pointed out the closed fan as a point stick, the tip of the fan trembled slightly, and Pang Zhijing's chest was disturbed in more than a dozen points.

The fake old man pulled out a whisk from his waist, and under the urging of true qi, the silver filaments suddenly straightened up, turning the whisk into a long sword, and smashed the yellow dragon with one move, and thousands of straight silver filaments suddenly stabbed towards Pang Zhijing's face.

Li Susu screamed, and countless silver marbles scattered flowers whistled out from between her ten fingers, but instead of shooting at Pang Zhijing, who had been tightly covered by the four old beggars, she struck at the pillars, walls, and floors in the hall.

The next moment, the marbles that had been shot at the pillars, walls, and floors bounced off their targets one after another, and the castration was even more powerful than before, and suddenly hit the various points on Pang Zhijing's back.

"The pearl of rice grains, dare to compete with the bright moon?"

Pang Zhijing sneered, put his hands in his sleeves, and his right sleeve suddenly threw out, sweeping towards the old blind man's iron rod.

The sleeves of the shirt and the iron rod struck, and there was a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing, and the iron rod was swinging far away in an instant.

The old blind man only felt that a majestic force suddenly came from the iron staff, and the tiger's mouth was numb for a while, and the iron staff in his hand had been knocked away.

At the same time, Pang Zhijing's left sleeve suddenly flung upward, immediately setting off a strong air current, and a ripple of true qi visible to the naked eye rippled towards the green shadow in the sky.

But listening to the sound of the sneering air currents, the green shadows in the sky melted like snow under the scorching sun, and countless bamboo debris as fine as dust fell from the air.

Pang Zhijing's sleeves attacked alternately, and his right sleeve rolled up again, which was twisted together with the thousands of silver threads that were pierced straight up, and suddenly regained it, and the dust was instantly broken, leaving the fake old road with only the handle in his hand messy in the wind.

At this time, dozens of silver bullets behind him had suddenly struck with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Pang Zhijing didn't look at it, let alone how to move, but the silver bullets that were overwhelmingly shot out of the sky turned into powder one after another half a foot away from his body, and fell down, as if hitting an invisible thick wall.

Just when Pang Zhijing broke the fatal blow of the five masters of the Yanlong Gang in one fell swoop, Zhao Yan, who had been standing in place, moved.

After all, the gap between him and Pang Zhijing is too big, and if there are no five people to make the first move, I am afraid that they will not be able to get close to Pang Zhijing at all.

Zhao Yan urged the divine movement to the extreme, and an afterimage loomed behind him, and the seven wounds fist of his life's strength hit Pang Zhijing's chest.

As expected, it was no different from the last time he faced Xu Huang.

As soon as the invincible Seven Injuries Fist entered Pang Zhijing's body, he had completely lost contact with Zhao Yan.

At the same time, the ground paved with blue bricks under Pang Zhijing's feet suddenly exploded one after another.

"Boom, boom, boom".

Broken bricks and dirt flew all over the sky, and after the roar, no more, no less, the ground just exploded into a small pit with a diameter of seven feet.

It can be seen that although Pang Zhijing and Xu Huang are both peerless masters, one is silently dissolving the strength of the Seven Injuries Fist invisibly, and the other needs to channel this violent dark energy into the ground to dissolve, which shows the gap between the two.

"What a clever internal fist method! hand over the internal strength and heart method of this set of fist techniques, how about I leave you a whole corpse?"

Pang Zhijing showed a greedy look, grinned widely, and said with a long laugh, looking like he was sure of Zhao Yan.

"Do I have a more clever palm technique here?" Zhao Yan was full of sarcasm, suddenly changed his fist into a palm, and slapped Pang Zhijing's lower abdomen lightly.

The dark energy of the bone-turning palm instantly submerged into Pang Zhijing's lower abdomen.

The next moment, I saw that the ground under Pang Zhijing's feet suddenly spread like a wave rolling, and everywhere he passed, whether it was dirt or hard bricks, they were all powdered in an instant.

Pang Zhijing's eyes lit up suddenly, and he laughed and said, "Hand over this set of palm techniques, Lao Tzu will give you a good time, and you won't be offended." ”

"Then it's up to you to see if you have the ability to do it. Zhao Yan snorted coldly, his left fist shook, his right hand clenched his fingers into a fist, and a punch slammed towards Pang Zhijing's temple.

"Boy, you've gone too far. Pang Zhijing's eyes were still full of disdain, and he also swung out a punch and blasted towards Zhao Yan's fist.

He only used seventy percent of his strength for this punch, and the reason why he didn't use all his strength was because he was really afraid that one punch would blow this stupid boy who didn't know the height of the sky to death.

In that case, these two sets of eye-catching fist techniques will be in vain.

The moment the two fists collided, Zhao Yan only felt that a huge force like a mountain of mountains and seas suddenly attacked, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body couldn't help but fly backwards.

"Hurry up and help the master!"

The old beggar and the others couldn't help but be shocked, and were about to desperately step forward to save each other.

saw an unbelievable scene, only to see that although Zhao Yan was knocked away by a punch, his fist was still closely connected to Pang Zhijing's fist, his body floated in mid-air, although there was blood on the corner of his mouth, there was a smile on his face that had succeeded in the conspiracy.

But Pang Zhijing's face showed a terrified expression, like a ghost in the daytime, his facial muscles trembled uncontrollably, and his lips trembled, "Gang Master Zhao, if you have something to discuss, stop quickly." ”

"What kind of martial arts is this? It's so domineering!"

"Helper, he seems to be sucking the cultivation of traitors!"

"The Tempered Body Realm can abuse the world, is this world changing too fast, or are we all old?"

The four old beggars looked at each other, their eyes shocked, and they talked a lot.

They clearly sensed that Pang Zhijing's majestic internal force was pouring towards Zhao Yan's body like a flood that had leaked the sluice gates at this moment, and the latter's cultivation and momentum suddenly rose sharply at a terrifying speed.