When Feihuo saw Lao Zhu, he felt a sense of oppression.

This sense of oppression is very obvious, and it is an absolute gap in strength.

The other party secretly used momentum to force Spitfire, wanting to make Spitfire surrender without a fight.

But at such a time, it is naturally impossible for Spitfire to surrender.

He had neither the intention of surrendering nor the retreat of surrender.

The victory of the Dragon City game is almost a matter of one step away, and in front of the flying fire, it is a high mountain.

But no matter how high the mountains are, they can't stop the pace of Spitfire's progress.

Spitfire also bowed his hand to the old man, and said, "Grandpa, you are so old, do you want to wade into this troubled water and compete with me?"

A battle of words is a must, to test the reality of the other party, and to grasp the opportunity before the real duel.

Lao Zhu thought he hadn't heard it, and said: "What, you say hello to me, okay, okay, I'm so old, my ears are not very good, thank you!"

The old man was very cunning, and he didn't respond to Spitfire head-on, as for bullying the younger ones with his predecessor's identity, he didn't seem to know.

The rules do not say that the seniors are not allowed to play, this Lao Zhu is not only the predecessor of Spitfire, but also the grandfather of Spitfire.

Although martial arts do not just grow with time, the tempering of time is indeed an incredible power.

Some extremely pure internal skills often take decades to practice to reach the peak, and Tang Beiyi is an outlier.

Tang Beiyi in the audience could see that Lao Zhu's martial arts were unfathomable, although Feihuo had defeated the two before, but the kung fu of those two people was not top-notch, especially the internal strength, which was the key.

Tang Beiyi couldn't help but put his hands behind his back, thinking about something, of course he couldn't just be a spectator, seeing that the flying fire might be suppressed and didn't care.

Without the only combat power of Flying Fire, the Yunmeng Tang Sect will undoubtedly be defeated.

"Little guy, do you do it first or I do it first, I'm older than you, I'll let you do it first!" said Lao Zhu with a smile, he was not afraid of Spitfire's skills, and was confident that Spitfire would have a way to deal with any means of attack.

Lao Zhu's aura spread above the ring, as if the entire ring was a part of Lao Zhu's aura, and even the air was a little scorching.

The Flying Fire Sword was in front of him, although he felt a strong deterrent, this deterrent force overwhelmed him a little distracted.

He forced his composure and observed the old man's movements.

The old man held his beard in one hand and carried it behind his back with the other, leisurely and defenseless.

But no matter how you think about it, you know that the old man must be waiting for the flying fire to attack, and then come back with a relaxed counterattack.

The situation on the field can be reversed in an instant.

Among the information given by Xiao Bu, there is no information about this Lao Zhu.

It is said that it is because Lao Zhu does not show up often and does not do anything with people, so there is almost no information.

"It's impossible to deal with this person sloppily, even if I don't use Huangquan Eyes, I know that his true qi is fluttering around, and he is surrounded by aura, once he ventures, it will be the result of failure!"

A bead of sweat on Feihuo's forehead flowed down his face, and the previous momentum was vigorous, but at this time, it had been suppressed by the old man.

This sense of oppression is only clear on stage, the old man seems to be smiling, but in fact he is hiding murderous intentions.

"Little guy, is it very hot, I see you are sweating!" Lao Zhu still smiled and said: "Do you want to rest first, I will also rest, how about we have a cup of tea and then decide the winner?"

Lao Zhu is obviously provoking Feihuo, although the method of provocation is not so clear, but the effect is the same.

Several people from the "Forest Tour" laughed out loud when they heard Lao Zhu's words, the atmosphere under the martial arts arena was a little funny, but they didn't know what the pressure of the people on the stage was.

Spitfire ignored the laughter from the audience, he had been ridiculed many times, and he was no longer easily moved by ridicule

He stretched out his hand, wiped away the tears on his face, and then secretly gathered his breath, and also exuberated his aura.

"The fluorescence of the kid's rotten grass is comparable to the bright moon in the sky?"

Lao Zhu held the white beard and walked slowly towards the flying fire.

Every step he takes, it is like a wave of water under his feet, as if he is walking on the water.

Each wave spread rapidly, reaching the front of the Spitfire, and then stopped at the Spitfire by a fraction of a centimeter.

Lao Zhu wanted to demonstrate to the flying fire, "Look at the earth-shattering creation of the old decay, boy, can you still speak wildly?"

Feihuo's footsteps were motionless, as long as he moved, he would be distracted by Lao Zhu's tactics.

"If you don't move like a mountain, you will become a big weapon!" said Lao Zhu.

"But, how long can you be stable?" Lao Zhu continued to move forward, and a strong wind followed Lao Zhu's footsteps, blowing from behind Lao Zhu towards the flying fire.

The wind was not an ordinary wind, but a burst of sharp blades, each of which seemed to be unremarkable, but it was like a knife.

Flying Fire condensed True Qi to protect his body, but the Wind Blade still cut through his clothes everywhere, and even his fluttering short hair was cut off in a few places.

But Feihuo is still as steady as Mount Tai and is unmoved, Lao Zhu wants to overwhelm Feihuo in momentum, but Feihuo doesn't want to admit defeat directly.

The two were at a stalemate, and Lao Zhu got closer and closer, less than three feet away from Feihuo.

Such a distance is very subtle, two to three zhang, which is enough for a peerless master to use a killing move, and it can also have a little gap for another master to dodge this killing move.

The master's moves are often extreme, either for a long time or to end the fight within a few moves.

The former are experts in fighting, constantly wearing down each other in the movement, finding flaws and winning.

The latter, with a momentary flaw, tells the opponent what it means to fail.

Here, however, it's neither.

Spitfire is challenging an opponent who is clearly much better than him, so he is more careful and ready to go all out to find which shining point he can win.

He believes that Lao Zhu is not without flaws, he needs to wait, and if he can't shoot directly, then he will fall into the hands of his opponent.

Lao Zhu was waiting for Spitfire to make a move, and then directly defeated Spitfire.

Feihuo is waiting for Lao Zhu to make a flaw, and Lao Zhu didn't make a direct move, maybe he can find the flaw in the small movements

However, the premise is that Lao Zhu has not changed his mind.

"Steady!" A voice sounded in Feihuo's ears, and that voice was so familiar.

"Xiaomeng..."Feihuo heard that voice again, and actually felt a little lucky, the "Xiaomeng" hidden in Feihuo's heart may have taken this opportunity to slowly awaken.

Calm, wise, unyielding, strong, and one more:

"Invincible, invincible in the world, dominate yourself!"