The man coughed loudly, his face was blue and red, he lay in the pit unable to move, and when he looked down, his shirt on his chest was torn apart by the sword qi mixed with a punch. A large area of bruised and purple skin was revealed, and the long knife in his hand was mostly corrupted by the flame needle, and it was full of cracks.

Fang Yan's right hand trembled, his body suddenly tensed, at this moment he swung out a punch, his body briefly froze, and a penny broke through the air, the hunchbacked old man waited for this opportunity for a long time, and as soon as he made a move, he was extremely ruthless.

With a ding, a golden Dao talisman appeared in the air, but it shattered. Lin Haoran's face turned white and his expression was anxious, but he couldn't get out of his body for a while.

The purple-clothed boy's face changed, and he was about to raise his hand, but he put it down again, he noticed that Fang Yan's mood was still calm at the moment, and there was no ripple.

The corners of Fang Yan's mouth oozed blood, and the words of the old Dao'er echoed in his mind, "Since you have made one punch, why not come out with ten punches and a hundred punches that follow one after another?!"

The mysterious beads in the dantian loomed, and the young man's eyes suddenly turned silver.

In the distance, a hurried figure suddenly stopped, then sped back to the east.

The hunchbacked old man's eyes shrank, the lower half of the young man's body in front of him squatted in an arc, and he twisted strangely to face himself, the momentum of the previous punch had not yet faded, but the left hand of the original young man who was unable to hang down was raised, his five fingers were clenched, and another punch was made.

The medicine jar is tempered, and the body is sharpened with a sword!

The punch routine and fist style that the young man found out from the old man's tempering smashed on the hunchbacked old man's penny, bending the penny out of a huge arc and coming out of the old man's hand, and the momentum of this punch continued unabated.

There was a heart-tearing pain in the old man's shoulder, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spill out of his mouth, and his body leaned back.

At this moment, the momentum of the boy's first punch happened to dissipate, so the left hand of the punch reached out, pinched the old man's shoulder, waved his right hand horizontally, and punched again!

The burly man was dumbfounded, seeing that the old man who was supposed to be killed with one blow was like a kite with a broken string, and he was beaten by the young man to the flesh and was dying.

Fang Yan's chest rose and fell, the silver-white sword qi in the first blood aperture was surging like a wave, and at the same time, a trace of sword qi was also poured into the second blood aperture, and outside the two silver-white blood aperture was a continuous scene of a sea of fire.

Fang Yan had never practiced boxing, and he could only swing out five punches at this moment, and his hands were drenched in blood, but the momentum became more and more terrifying, the old man had no strength to fight back, his eyes were dark, and the strong body of the innate martial artist was beaten to pieces.

The storyteller who cast the thunder path spell was shocked when he saw this, and without hesitation, he directly pinched the shrinking talisman hidden in the cuffs, they were originally the thugs invited by Yi Baoge, there was no need to work hard for a little treasure.

The ground shrunk talisman was crushed, but the storyteller's face changed greatly, the surrounding scene did not change, and there was no trace of road mark fluctuations, he looked up suddenly, and saw Lin Haoran in the corner, and the talisman paper in his hand had just finished drawing the last stroke.

Countless Dao runes rose into the air, circling around Lin Haoran, like a mysterious formation, and the silk gold thread fell into the compass from above, and the compass overflowed with gold and scattered in all corners of the ferry, drawing the ground as a prison, directly sealing this world.

Lin Haoran looked solemn, and at this time he really looked like a serious fortune teller.

The little girl in the Taoist robe still had an ugly face, but she still clenched the blade of the peachwood rune sword in her hand, and under the infusion of immortal power, she smashed the attacking femme fatale gecko with the hilt.

The die is cast.

Fang Yan picked up the penny on the ground, propped himself up and walked towards the burly man step by step, his expression was a little complicated.

The burly man sat up straight at this time, looked at Fang Yan, his eyes were equally complicated, and he smiled and said, "Before killing me, you can tell me why you are only congenital, but you can kill the acquired martial artist?"

Fang Yan shook his head and said slowly, "Thank you for your kindness yesterday." ”

The burly man waved his hand, "I really want to thank me, and please let go of my brothers, they are also smoked by interests, but they are actually poor people." ”

The man sat cross-legged on the ground, but the heart lake was calm, all kinds of grievances and hatreds in the past faded away before he died, and said with a long smile: "Can you give me a fair chance?"

Fang Yan nodded, took a few steps back, pressed his right hand horizontally on the chain of his left arm, and at the same time bent his left index finger, lightly clasped it at the center of his eyebrows, and closed his eyes.

The man jumped up, threw away the long knife, held the sword with both hands, and the momentum was unified, and he was about to slash straight down.

The boy was about to knock his finger down.

Fang Yan opened his eyes suddenly, but he was stunned.

The burly man looked at his chest in disbelief, the black giant hand passed through his chest, directly crushing the man's heart, and the burly man's eyes were unwilling, and he fell to the ground.

The purple-clothed boy withdrew his hand and sneered: "Death is death, there is so much nonsense, and the ghost is in a hurry." ”

Fang Yan glared at the purple-clothed boy, who had fluttering eyes, spat and then said, "The four second realms bullied the four of us, and they still have the face to say that they are fair." Fang boy, do you remember, you can use your hands and talk less, haven't you heard of a master dying of chatter?"

He grinned again, "Except, of course, except for me, I'm a ghost, I can't die." ”

The huge real body of the purple-clothed boy stepped on the bow of the boat, glanced at the silent Fang Yan, and stepped on it, trampling the woman with a fragile body like an ant.

Three of the four died, and the storyteller was slumped on the ground, pale.

The purple-clothed boy regained his appearance as a handsome young man, bent down to look at the storyteller, and laughed, "You are a qi practitioner on the mountain, and you are not good at cultivating on the mountain, how can you do the deeds of these thieves under the mountain?"

The purple-clothed boy gave Lin Haoran a look, and the latter began to grope from Mr. Storyteller, and the righteousness just now was gone, and he quickly found a token and a cloth bag.

The purple-clothed boy glanced at the token, there was a crack on it, and he knew it in his heart, and sneered: "It turned out to be a disciple of Bishui Sect, who made a mistake and was expelled from the mountain gate." Bi Shui Sect, a small sect on the mountain that does not enter the stream, can also cultivate a non-streamed qi practitioner like you, and you can't summon a heaven and earth thunder, so you are embarrassed to say that you are a foundation building monk?"

Mr. Storyteller was exposed to his wounds, trembling all over, took out a few Taoist talismans and wanted to fight hard, but was slapped to death by the huge black hand conjured up by the purple-clothed boy.

The purple-clothed boy checked the storyteller's storage bag, and smiled at Fang Yan: "This is mine, I can't sell it to you." ”

Fang Yan looked at the purple-clothed boy coldly, his blood flowed, and he took a step forward.

The purple-clothed boy held his head in his hands and smiled, "What are you doing, you want to fight? Let me have one hand, and I will fight with you." He glanced at the young man's left hand, but more jealousy focused on the center of the young man's eyebrows.

Fang Yan said coldly: "You already knew that Yi Bao Pavilion would intercept and kill us here, right?"

The purple-clothed boy smiled and said: "Of course, haven't you heard of wealth and danger, you look at the treasure in this place, and when you get on the thief ship with me, you must have the consciousness of being a thief, and you can't lose." ”

Fang Yan pulled the little girl in the robe and turned her head and left, "Go ashore, go your own way, don't follow us." ”

"Hehe, mountain man, the most ruthless, you are still too tender. The purple-clothed boy put away his smile and narrowed his eyes.

Fang Yan held Xu Minjian, his heart was in turmoil.

Today's catastrophe, if he hadn't hidden his recovered left hand early, I am afraid that he would have been succeeded by the hunchbacked old man.

For the burly man, Fang Yan couldn't talk about much disgust, the other party deliberately reminded himself at the inn, and even left his companion to come alone, he can be regarded as a kind and righteous Jianghu person, but Fang Yan will still not hesitate to make a move, and he will not be merciful when he kills him.

The boy sighed a little when he thought that there was no right or wrong in what he had read from the book that day, and he took it for granted.

As for the ghost boy, Fang Yan made up his mind that he would never have anything to do with him again.

The young man returned to the room and closed the door, his momentum suddenly fell all the way, his mouth and nose were bleeding, his face was like gold paper, the face of the little girl in the Taoist robe changed greatly, and she was busy holding down Fang Yan's bleeding temples.

Fang Yan's hand hidden in his sleeve was already blurred with flesh and blood, revealing the white bones of Sensen, he was too seriously injured in the previous battle, even if the young man now recovered amazingly from the sword fetus of his body, sweating profusely, the more stunned he was, let Xu Minjian help straighten his body, close his eyes and pinch the trick, hanging the blood embryo of the Yuan infant on his waist, holding the furnace type, boiling the sword fetus of the flesh body, the muscles and bones of the body clattered like a soybean cracking, Yan Shutian Jiaogong communicated with the limbs and bones, and re-outlined the qi and blood array. It's not a practice all the time, and it's still quite useful for young people to learn from the old way.

The fog gathered, and the ferries drifted along.

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