"Bang"

With a crisp sound, the fist and palms collided in the air between the two people, and the air waves rolled up. The surroundings were incited by the two people as the center. The branches and hay on the ground were swept away completely. The branches and leaves on the nearby low trees were clamoring. The fat man and the old farmers in the distance were shocked and retreated down the mountain and gradually moved away from the place of war. The first release of Xin Dabiqi Chinese website

Wang Le did not retreat, and a long roar shook the forest. He waved the palm that had just been blocked, and in a flash, he turned into an iron fist, reorganized the attack and hit the white-haired old man's chest.

An unexpected look flashed in the white-haired old man's eyes. He didn't expect that Wang Le's combat power was so strong. Although the battle was only a few moves, it was estimated that the opponent was already at the level of martial arts at a young age.

But how could the old man snorted coldly, threw away the hatchet, and clenched his right hand tightly into a fist. In an instant, the whole arm seemed to burn, turning dark red, as if he was about to melt the air around his arm, and directly faced Wang Le with another heavy punch.

The golden fist was like the roar of the tiger king, and the red and skinny fists collided with the lightning and flashes of lightning.

For a moment, sand and stones flew.

The blood that collided was like sparks hit by iron tools, splashing out from all directions, extremely gorgeous.

"Hiss" Wang Le took a breath of air conditioning. Their figures were finally shaken by the reaction force of the fists. They both quickly retreated, then stood still, and their breathing was involuntarily a little heavy.

Wang Le did not look down at his tiger's mouth that had exploded, twisted and deformed, and blood flowed. After letting go, he pulled it to one waist without any strength. The hand obviously could not be put into the battle anymore.

"After all, it's a little worse," Wang Le's face showed no depressedness, and he murmured to himself.

Because he knew that the old white-haired man did not use all his strength, and he just defended from beginning to end.

Of course, there is also that the other party did not use his natal magic weapon to fight with him like Hong Burang and Fat Turtle. The strength in this is obviously a world of difference.

At this time, the white-haired old man standing opposite her eyes twitched slightly, and his right hand that collided with Wang Le trembled slightly and then returned to normal.

Although the white-haired old man seemed calm and calm because he stood firmly, he had already stirred up a lot of storms in his heart.

"This is a monster" the old white-haired man thought of this first.

"What a weird innate power, with such great destructive power, it's really hard to damage people's meridians. If I hadn't been better than my martial arts level, I could have suppressed and cleared these external innate powers that invaded the meridians in my body in a timely manner, I would have really fallen today."

"This kid has such a strong body. Isn't the ancient practice of cultivation that directly produces innate power from the dantian, but takes a wild path and reaches the peak of acquired external kung fu, thus giving birth to innate power."

"If you go wild, how could this martial arts practice be so fast that it can be achieved in the late stage of the martial arts Xuan level in the age of more than 20? It's true."

Although the white-haired old man thought a lot, it was only a blink of an eye.

As my thoughts changed, the white-haired old man looked at Wang Le with interest, with all kinds of admiration, envy, jealousy and so on. Finally, his eyes were filled with complex colors that could not be dissipated.

"Boy, you are very good." The old man with white hair shook his head and said, "It's not just very good, it's a miracle. This is the only talent that happens once in a thousand years."

Speaking of this, the old white-haired man turned his mind and chuckled, "But so what? No matter how good you are, you have a talented talent in martial arts, it is useless, because you die in the middle of the journey and you will have no future."

Looking at Wang Le standing opposite, the white-haired old man couldn't help but ask curiously: "Can you tell me why you, a little guy who was born in a wild way, practiced so quickly?"

Before Wang Le came back, the white-haired old man waved his hand, as if he was looking at a peerless treasure, his eyes were full of heat and possessiveness, and he said, "No need to say more, when I catch you, everything will be known."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Le's face remained unchanged and he said lightly: "You didn't catch me last time, so don't think so this time. Even if you were captured, it would be just a corpse."

The white-haired old man did not reply immediately, but glanced at the dug-out grave next to him and asked with a smile: "This is an old grave. I saw the inscription last time. It has been more than 20 years since then, but the deceased died was still very young. Who is your mother?"

Wang Le's eyes shrank, and his cold face finally changed. He asked in a deep voice: "So what?"

Then the old man with white hair smiled and said, "Then I'll play a game. As long as you dare to escape, I will smash the coffin."

Wang Le smiled and looked at the white-haired old man with no concern. He looked like he was looking at the idiot, and responded with a sarcasm: "It's really weird to threaten me with a bone that has been dead for many years. It's so ridiculous and ridiculous."

The old white-haired man looked at Wang Le deeply and said, "Boy, although people are old, they have many disadvantages, but there is also an advantage, that is, they have a lot of knowledge and are not easy to be deceived by external appearances, so don't think of acting in front of me and trying to get away with it."

After a pause, the white-haired old man narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Actually, no matter how much you say, it is useless. Use actions to test whether what you say is true or false, then it will be clearer."

Wang Le's face darkened, his eyes were full of killing, and he said in a cold voice: "What do you want?"

The white-haired old man smiled silently and did not answer. He took a step and walked towards Wang Xiaodie's grave not far away.

Seeing this, Wang Le rushed over with a quick step, blocking the grave, preventing the white-haired old man from passing by. His face completely pulled down, and he slowly said word by word: "Old thief, I have no grudges and no grudges with you. You can't be too much. I think I have accumulated too much of my good deeds. Will I destroy it today?"

The old white-haired man showed a sarcastic look and said, "Why don't you run away, you have to leave? I will destroy this grave first, and then chase you to the ends of the world."

Speaking of this, the old man felt even more depressed and unhappy when he thought of the boy on the opposite side who escaped from his palm last time. He sneered and continued: "What's the thief who stole my husband's treasure? If you catch you, you can find the thief who stole my husband's treasure."

What else can Wang Le say at this time? He can only admit defeat, because he can't fool him in front of the old man with empty eyes and eyes.
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