One is a young man who became famous, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and a young man with a donkey temper who does not walk backwards, and the other is a peerless master who has been in the deep palace for a long time to protect the emperor, and he is not a good-tempered master. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Once you've decided you want to do it, don't hesitate.

The hidden dragon took the third step slowly, and before his feet landed, the wind had already disappeared from the spot.

A sword light suddenly appeared from the left side of the Hidden Dragon, slashing diagonally through the mist that cut into the Hidden Dragon, silent, faster than the wind and thunder.

The hidden dragon didn't dodge or block, and still stepped out with one foot.

Seeing that the sword had already slipped into the mist around the hidden dragon, he landed with one foot, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the mist was cut in half by the sword, and the figure that should have been cut in half disappeared out of thin air.

All that remained was a cloud of mist that slowly swayed with the wind, and after being cut, the mist did not dissipate, but slowly wrapped in the wind.

Feng Yiyang looked around and frowned, "Western Regions Illusion?"

"Yes, a little insightful. The words of the hidden dragon came from outside the mist, although it was a compliment, but there was no half of a praise tone, it was still as plain as water.

Feng Yiyang saw that the mist was slowly closing towards him, and in a hurry he wanted to exit the encirclement of the mist, but an invisible fist hit Feng Yiyang's stomach at the right time.

"Ahh

The hidden dragon didn't take the opportunity to make another black hand, and let the wind squat, and the white mist slowly closed.

The wind coughed a few more times, and then he slowly stood up holding his stomach, and looked around, all of them were white misty mist, and it seemed that he was completely trapped in the mist.

Under the shroud of fog, everything around them became faint.

Feng Yiyang took a deep breath, the sword in his hand lit up suddenly, and with a horizontal slash, a white sword light was drawn through the fog around him.

This time, the mist did not disperse like when the wind slashed towards the hidden dragon just now, and the amazing sword just now was like a bird flying across the sky, leaving not even a trace.

Feng Yiyang put away his sword and had a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Aren't you worried that this mist is poisonous? Dare to breathe so confidently and boldly, could it be that the closed disciple of Feng Lianshan is actually a reckless man?"

Feng Yiyang rolled his eyes and said disdainfully: "Your martial arts are above me, if you are embarrassed to poison me, then what face will you have in the future to claim to be on par with my master?"

"It's bold and interesting. After a few breaths of silence, the voice of the hidden dragon came from the right hand side of the wind again.

Feng Yiyang's face still maintained that cynical disdain, but he gritted his teeth and scolded in his heart: "Hmph, if Lao Tzu hadn't accidentally inhaled a few puffs of mist when he coughed just now, how could he breathe so confidently and boldly now, silly hat!"

Feng Yiyang scolded in his mouth, and suddenly exerted force under his feet, and the whole person flew backwards.

The body is fluttering, like a fallen leaf floating in the air, but the speed is so fast, and it is like a flying swallow, sweeping by.

At such a speed, if you are caught off guard, even the old man of the mountain may not be able to catch up immediately.

The wind turned over leisurely in the wind, but before he could laugh proudly, his face quickly darkened at that moment.

The fog didn't catch up.

Because this fog has never left at all, it has always surrounded him, including now.

The wind raised a bitter face in the air, and slowly fell to the ground, at this time, a sudden change occurred, and a fist wrapped in mist poked out of the fog, and hit the back of the wind and the position of the spine.

The fist was fierce, ten times more ruthless than the punch that hit Feng Yiyang's stomach just now.

The fist slammed silently but fiercely into the back of the wind.

This time, the wind did not fly out, but spun in circles in the air like a spinning top, and the wind formed by the rotation of his body drove the mist around his body to rotate together, forming a small white whirlpool.

As soon as the wind blew, it fell to the ground and stood still, and the fog followed a few turns before slowly returning to its previous loose state.

The hidden dragon said lightly outside the mist: "You can actually react when the fist wind reaches the body, dodge sideways and then use the rotation to dissolve my strength, you kid is really a bit interesting." ”

Feng Yiyang didn't smile, in other words, he might have accepted the praise of the hidden dragon with a smile, but at this time he had a gloomy face.

Feng Yiyang said coldly: "The punch you just now is full of murderous energy, and it is also my key point, do you really want to kill me?"

There was finally a smile in the hidden dragon's voice this time: "Otherwise, what do you think? If you don't get out of the instant, what use is it for me to keep you in this world? Is there anything wrong with killing you?"

As soon as the wind was raised, he stopped talking, but he couldn't speak.

That's right, this person is a hidden dragon, he won't be afraid of revenge like others, if you want to pass this level, it is estimated that it is enough to rely on the face of the master, and you have to rely on yourself.

"Is it connected? Just honestly go back to the moment, don't you still have important things to find the emperor?"

Feng Yiyang shook his head without thinking about it and said, "As I said just now, no matter how powerful you are, whether you are a hidden dragon or not, no matter who you are, you can beg me, but you can't force me." ”

The hidden dragon laughed and said, "You kid ......"

The voice was no longer calm, with mixed emotions, as if it wanted to speak and stopped.

The wind raised and gritted his teeth, and jumped up violently, his body flickered forward and backward in the air, left and right, without any order, and the speed was still extremely fast.

But the heart of the wind slowly sank to the bottom of the abyss.

No matter how he changed his body and jumped up and down, this mist always wrapped around him without delay, no exception.

After a while, the wind lifted his head and stood back on the ground, and the white mist now followed him like a coat.

Wait a minute!

A glimmer of light flashed in Feng Yiyang's head, and at that moment, the blue stars in his eyes were magnificent, deep and stunning, and then dimmed again, and the person stood in the fog in a daze.

The hidden dragon didn't speak again, and after a while, an invisible fist wrapped in mist as if it was made of mist hit Feng Yiyang's chest again, and Feng Yiyang snorted and flew out lightly.

The wind after the punch flew softly in the air for a distance, and then fell lightly to the ground, without making a sound, the white mist still followed him, meticulously.

A loud laugh mixed with the sound of coughing sounded at this moment, outside the fog, the sound was clear and loud, and the coughing could not hide the vigorous vitality of the young man.

"Hahaha, cough, hahahaha, Hidden Dragon, you lost, little, cough, I am already standing in the Hall of Eternal Life!"

The person who spoke was a blow of the wind.

I saw him standing in the gate of the Hall of Eternal Life, one foot on the threshold, his hands on his waist, his delicate face was full of pride, his white clothes fluttered gently in the air, the air was full of pride, and even the cough was full of confidence.