Chapter 5: The Death of Ancient Pine Nuts

The old man looked at a few juniors with a smile, and pinched his waist with both hands. Watch the fight with an appreciative eye.

"Master!" Haian shouted anxiously.

"Okay, you guys stand down," the old man with long eyebrows saw that the three apprentices were defeated, and he was afraid that Yuan Feng would run away, and he would not be able to explain to the Diancang faction, so he began to meddle in this struggle.

Hearing this, Yuan Feng stared at the old man, waiting intently for his first wave of attacks.

He knew that he had to do his best to catch his first move. Otherwise, you may not even have a chance to fight back.

"You guys. . . Can you go out and fight!" The shopkeeper who hid on the side trembled, his pale face was accompanied by a frightened expression, "If you don't leave, I will report to the official!"

"It's a lot of disturbance," I saw the old man pat the dust on his body, "Why don't you go out with me to learn from this young man?" As soon as the words fell, the old man seemed to teleport, pacing the door in the blink of an eye.

What a powerful light skill! Yuan Feng exclaimed, he knew that the old man had deliberately shown it to him. Even if he flees today, he will not be able to escape, it will be a fierce battle, and it cannot be avoided.

"Good!" Yuan Feng put away the sword in his hand and reinserted it into the scabbard. As the old man walked out of the hotel, Hai'an and the three followed, for fear that Yuan Feng would run away.

The five of them walked through the bustling streetscape, crossed a small road, and came to a deep alley.

"May I ask your Excellency's name?"

"Kongtong faction, Elder Taiyuan Pavilion, Yi Shengqing," the old man reported his name at this time, "I have other priorities, but if I ignore this matter, I will definitely violate the morality of the rivers and lakes!"

Yuan Feng's gaze never shifted from the old man for half a moment, and with his light skills and footwork, he couldn't slack off at all, "I know that I have no chance of winning with you, but I am unwilling to do so." ”

"Why are you unwilling?" asked Yi Shengqing.

"The death of the elder of the Xiangge of this sect, the younger generation has something unspeakable, but now I can't help but say it. ”

"I don't want to say it all over and over again, all kinds of free causes and effects in the world, you can't help but say, you really laugh at the old man!" I saw that according to Shengqing's concentrating on his luck, he secretly reconciled yin and yang.

"Don't say that the old man deceives the juniors, if you can make three moves with me, I will let you go!" Yi Shengqing was naturally a little conceited, he was in the hotel, and he had already seen the internal and external moves of Yuanfeng.

Yuan Feng knew that it was useless to say more, so he stopped his mouth.

With his internal cultivation, if he goes all out, within three moves, Yuan Feng will definitely be invincible.

The internal cultivation of the Kongtong school is very special, with the dual cultivation of yin and yang attributes, paying attention to the way of meridian qi and dantian qi, so that the innate qi and the acquired qi are combined, so as to achieve the continuous improvement of the internal force.

Yi Shengqing stands with his feet side by side, his arms hanging down naturally, his palms attached to the outside of his thighs, and his palms facing inward. Keep your chest straight and look ahead.

Yuan Feng saw that Yi Shengqing was concentrating, so he decided to strike first, and with a very fast body, he swayed from side to side and ran towards the old man.

When he comes to the old man, he will be stabbed.

I saw the old man, his hands clenched into fists, and a fierce force struck towards the Yuan Feng.

A soft gust of wind flew towards the Yuan Feng, the wind was invisible, and it was formless.

Yuan Feng couldn't dodge, and with a bang, his fists slammed into his chest. By the time Yi Shengqing retracted his fist, Yuan Feng had already flown out of the Yuan for several zhang, and the sword in his hand had already fallen to the side.

The chest of his clothes was shattered by the internal force, Yuan Feng barely stood up, his chest was restless, and after a dry cough, a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.