Fang Zhongjin casually taught the girl who didn't know the height of the sky a trick, just to let them play the trump card straightforwardly, so as not to delay their work.

Sure enough, when the two saw that the momentum was not right, they hurriedly shouted "Dafu".

And Fang Zhongjin also keenly sensed the sudden change in the aura around him, and he hurriedly put all his energy on the windless automatic bead curtain.

It seems that this trump card martial arts is very good, maybe it is a master who has achieved internal force and external release!

After a while, a person walked out of the bead curtain.

As soon as he appeared, the young brother and sister were immediately more arrogant.

And Fang Zhongjin was already holding the thunder heavy sword in his hand, always guarding against people from rioting.

I saw that this man's face looked about forty or fifty years old, but his hair was completely gray.

He didn't tie his hair either, but his gray hair was casually draped with a thick beard.

Wearing a shabby gray cloth shirt, the person looks a little decadent, and his eyes are hidden under the gray-white thick eyebrows, which are bright and disappearing.

He was tall, but he looked a little thin and stiff. The gray cloth shirt covered his body like a large cloth cover.

If it weren't for the terrifying momentum that could not be ignored from this person, just looking at his appearance would look like a broken house.

I don't know if this "great fortune" is sick, and the person coughed before he spoke.

He didn't look back at the pair of young brothers and sisters, but stared at Fang Zhongjin directly, but asked in his mouth, "Is he the one you want to kill?"

The girl said proudly: "It's him!" Although she looked at Fang Zhongjin with her head held high and smiled, a pair of eyes flashed with ruthlessness.

Dafu looked at Fang Zhongjin twice, and coughed again: "This person's martial arts are not weak. Why do you two have to offend the master repeatedly!"

Fang Zhongjin was a little troubled and didn't understand Da Da's identity. Judging from the way the young man and girl spoke, they completely treated Daifuku as a lowly servant.

But this great fortune is obviously more martial arts than himself, maybe only the old man can compete with him.

And he did not really regard himself as a servant of the young men, and did not speak to them with the humility of his subordinates, but also revealed the meaning of a lesson.

When the young man heard this reprimand, he frowned unhappily and said, "Don't talk nonsense." This guy came to the door by himself, and he can't complain about anyone. Don't you think you have the ability to end up with him?"

Daifuku knew that this young man was using the method of agitation.

He sneered, followed by a few more coughs.

Daifuku is already a handful of years, and he doesn't know how many people are born and die, and he is used to seeing sinister people's hearts. The young man's little scheming was childish and ridiculous in his eyes.

I only heard Daifuku say again: "It's simple to help you cook a master." But when the time comes, the forces behind the master will come to the door, and you will have to solve it yourself. ”

The boy and girl were stunned when they heard this, as if they had never considered this question.

But the girl quickly reacted, and said angrily: "Can't you make excuses for beating poverty? Who are we? Are we afraid of any forces that are not powerful?"

The young man also seemed to react, and sneered: "You are too lenient." What a thing I think I am!"

These two people are so disrespectful to a master who seems to have internal strength, and they are all self-defeating in the eyes of others.

But the master named Daifuku was not angry.

He suddenly said to Fang Zhongjin: "Offended!" is a starting style, which is obviously the meaning of the elders in the martial arts to give half a move to the juniors.

Fang Zhongjin didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly said: "Don't dare." "It's also a decent trick to probe the palm.

This move is a Wudang starting style, which contains a humble respect for the predecessors. It was still taught by the true yoko in the cave back then.

When Na Dafu saw this move, his eyes lit up. He recognized this move as one of the basic boxing techniques of Wudang, and said in his heart: "This young man is really a Wudang lineage." It's just that I haven't heard of Wudang having such a powerful descendant. ”

He inadvertently glanced at the two brothers and sisters standing in the corner, and saw that there was no difference in their faces, obviously not recognizing the opponent's martial arts path.

Dafu Xindao: Anyway, it is the same to win, and more things are better than less things.

Since the brother and sister didn't see that Fang Zhongjin was also in the Wudang lineage, Dafu didn't plan to break it at this moment. It's really because even Daifuku himself thinks that this brother and sister are so troublesome that they hate it.

Dafu's mind is established, and he pushes two palms against Fang Zhongjin's position.

It is said that it is a false push, but the strong and fierce internal force in the palm is not fake.

The small room suddenly became turbulent, and some of the light furnishings in the room could not withstand the air washing, and immediately jumped up with "bang" and "bang".

The pair of young siblings had already prepared, so don't watch the battle in the corner at this moment. It's just that Daifuku's internal force is too strong, forcing the two of them to breathe poorly, and their faces are a little pale.

And the two fake Taoist priests have long been colorless. The Xuanyi Daoist had already gone to hide outside the door, but he didn't dare to leave without the master's order.

Fake Zang Yushan had already shrunk under the coffee table, for fear of being injured by mistake and dying.

Fang Zhongjin knew that his opponent was powerful, he didn't dare to use the palm technique anymore, and hurriedly pulled out the thunder heavy sword, and as soon as the green light on the sword bloomed, he rushed towards the center of the airflow and rushed over.

Daifuku raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect that under the suppression of his own palm, there were still people who could act so quickly.

Not to mention that the thunder sword is so heavy, and it is even more sharp.

Dafu praised: "Good!"

He didn't move very fast, his palms were as thick and slow as dragging two wet clouds.

It's just that this palm wind actually stirred the head of the thunder heavy sword, causing the sword body that Fang Zhongjin stabbed straight to rub against Dafu's side.

Fang Zhongjin once endured the pain of the god-intimidating trick while dueling with Qiu Songhe in full view.

Even then, his sword control hand could hold it without losing the slightest bit of accuracy.

But now the energy rolled out of Dafu's palm is too domineering, even a master at the peak of his flesh like Fang Zhongjin can't easily compete.

At this moment, he already knew in his heart that he would never be the opponent of the external force before he broke through the realm.

Second, although this man named Dafu is a subordinate of young men and women, he deliberately does not come to kill himself.

Otherwise, Dafu wouldn't just use his palm wind to deflect his sword edge, and he would have already made Fang Zhongjin fall to the ground and vomit blood with one blow.

Although Fang Zhongjin knew that he was not an opponent, he could not turn back with hundreds of lives on his shoulders.

He only felt that he was holding the thunder sword, but it was as if he was being controlled and playing by that great fortune.

Just as Fang Zhongjin's heart was turning sharply, thinking about what side door method he could rely on to restrain the enemy in front of him.

That Dafu seemed to have had enough, and suddenly his palms were divided, and the thunder heavy sword came out of his hand when he couldn't hold it.

This heavy sword was originally an extremely heavy thing, and it flew out like an arrow from the string by the palm wind, and it was actually inserted into the wall with a thud.

On both sides of the sword, there was a frightened boy and girl.

It turned out that the Falling Thunder Heavy Sword actually passed through the two heads close together, and even cut off many of their hairs.

The young man was still stunned, and the girl was fierce. Daifuku's move was definitely deliberate!

But she just wanted to say a few words of scolding, but she heard the big fortune shout: "Go!"

Immediately afterwards, he saw that Dafuku's hands had already grabbed the clothes in front of Fang Zhongjin's chest.

And Fang Zhongjin intuitively felt that the breath in his chest seemed to be vigorously stirred out of his heart.

He didn't feel that he had suffered any internal injuries, but his chest qi machine had been blocked by Daifuku's technique.

Fang Zhongjin wanted to have internal strength again, but he couldn't lift his true breath.

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