After splitting out seven or eight more palms, Feng Zidu gradually felt that the internal force in his body was a little difficult to follow, as if it was slowly being hollowed out by people little by little.

This situation had never been encountered before, and Toyoko couldn't help but be secretly frightened. Seeing that the gray-haired old man's figure was sudden, no matter how he pursued with his palms, how he saw it in advance and intercepted it in advance, in the end, he could never touch half of his clothes, or sometimes he couldn't even see the shadow of the other party.

And the old man with the gray hair stretched out his hand and pushed it, and he would always use all his palm power to split the air to the left, and he was really helpless.

After this, Fengzi suddenly came to his senses and thought, "It turns out that this old man is trying to consume my internal strength. Having figured this out, although it was difficult for Fengzi to understand the purpose of the strange behavior of the gray-haired old man, he finally knew that he was far from his opponent at all.

With the old man's martial arts cultivation, he only needs to really slap himself with one palm, and he will inevitably be unable to escape the doom, and he has already buried himself in the abyss under his feet.

Seeing this, Fengzi just felt inexplicable and sad in an instant, and his heart couldn't help but stir, and he suddenly shouted loudly in the ground, saying, "Don't fight, I won't fight again." He withdrew his palm, tucked it to his chest, and didn't care what the gray-haired old man was going to do, but with a loud sound, he sat down on the rock at his feet.

The gray-haired old man didn't expect that Fengzi would really put his hands together and stop fighting, and when he saw him sitting on the ground instead, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised, which was both angry and ridiculous.

After a pause, he squinted at Feng Zi for a moment, and the old man with blue hair suddenly raised his head and smiled, and said: "After all, the kid surnamed Feng has some insight, and he understands in his heart, and he knows what is in vain, and it will be useless to fight again." In fact, if you think about it, you will inevitably die in the end anyway, so why should you bother to do that dying struggle? Fengzi couldn't help but be angry when he heard that the gray-haired old man dare to come to ridicule and ridicule him like this, and in an instant, he felt a nameless anger from the soles of his feet all the way up to the top of his head, and he couldn't stop it.

Immediately, the halberd finger shouted and scolded: "The big nonsense is stinky." What obediently leads the neck to be poked? Fart! It has to be a very fart to tell you, Lao Tzu is just for a short rest. If there's a kind, don't go, what is it that floats around like a ghost just now? Hmph, we won't be able to beat it again. The old man smiled slightly when he heard this, and swept the mountains under the peak in a blink of an eye, and said, "I didn't expect that the kid surnamed Feng turned out to be courageous." Hehe, knowing that you can't do it, especially if you don't know it, it's okay, or it's a big hero. Boy, in that case, you can crawl now, as the saying goes, it's better to hit the day than to hit the day, and we'll fight again. After that, he turned his head and stared at Feng Zidu.

After all, Feng Zidu is young and strong-blooded, how can he withstand such contempt from the gray-haired old man?

Immediately shouted: "If you have beaten it, you have beaten it, is it possible that Lao Tzu is still afraid of you a bad old man?"

However, Fengzi finally understood that the old man in front of him was not a bad old man, and his martial arts were truly earth-shattering.

He secretly followed Cheng Guyao's internal strength luck trick, latent qi luck, and condensed all the remaining hugging and phaseless true qi in his body in his palm.

Suddenly, Fengzi shouted violently, pounced on him, and waved his palm at the place where the old man was and beat him over.