After hooking his fingers provocatively at Fang Xi, the sloppy old man stood proudly with his hands behind his back, without a trace of powerful aura in his shriveled body, like an old man who was about to die.

But Fang Xi looked solemn. He felt a strange feeling of the empty and puffing spirit in the old man. It seemed that if he closed his eyes, the old man who was obviously really existed would disappear from his perception.

"This old man is definitely the hidden powerhouse of the level of the old monk sweeping the floor in Shaolin. He has been guarding this Sutra Tower for decades? It seems that there are really some powerful secret techniques for sect control on these three floors."

He was not surprised but happy. Fang Xi knew that the old man would not make things too difficult for him. The reason for this was that he was lonely for a long time and wanted to find a junior to exercise his muscles and bones. What secret techniques are there above these three levels? Fang Xi was vaguely expecting it.

"Senior, be careful!" The corners of your mouth raised slightly, Fang Xi's body trembled slightly, and the next second it appeared near the old man, his palms were filled with terrible power, and he printed hard on the old man's chest!

The palm wind was howling. At this time, Fang Xi's afterimage that remained in place began to slowly dissipate. His speed was unimaginable.

"Good speed!"

Gaga strangely smiled and praised Fang Xi with a light sentence. The old man shook his body slightly, and his left foot seemed to have taken a small step forward inadvertently. His upper body slightly sideways, but he narrowly avoided Fang Xi's palm...

"This old man's approach to dodge is so exquisite!"

Seeing that his attack was once again dodged by the old man's seemingly unintentional movement, Fang Xi's heart was trembling. He couldn't help but exclaim in secret. It seemed that the seven major sects in the world of cultivators were indeed crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and talented people emerged one after another.

"drink!"

Just turned around in the air, Fang Xi's attack failed and instead advanced, and once again chased and punched the old man with a strong punch.

The powerful fist force compressed the air and actually produced a whistling sound like a dragon's roar. Fang Xi's body was shocking from the sky and moving from the ground, surging out, perfectly integrated into the fist's will, causing the space to shake extremely unstable!

"What a fierce punch!" The old eyes flashed, and the sloppy old man and god were digging their noses. Then he laughed strangely, and pointed his finger at Fang Xi's inner elbow, like a dragon going out to sea, as fast as lightning.

"But there are no variables."

Sure enough, as the old man said, Fang Xi's pupils shrank violently, and he felt a sudden numbness on the inner elbow of his arm. Then the straight right punch that was so powerful that it suddenly bent back uncontrollably and hit his left shoulder!

"Borrowing the strength and fighting force, you can get a huge impact?!"

After being punched by himself, although Fang Xi had deliberately retracted some of the strength, he still took a step back, and the tide-like offensive was forced to stop.

Looking at the sloppy old man who was still leisurely digging his nostrils in a daze, Fang Xi's face finally changed. Before meeting this old man, he had always believed that he could defeat ten times with one force, and had defeated many enemies with his own powerful strength with his own strength, but today, he seemed to have encountered his nemesis.

"What's wrong? Tired? Come again!" Seeing Fang Xi just staring at him and not attacking again, the old man's face once again showed that extremely flat expression, and he smiled at Fang Xiqi and hooked his fingers.

"Damn it!" Although he was unwilling to accept it, Fang Xi did not let his anger affect his judgment and thinking. When he rushed towards the old man again, his spiritual sense quietly rhythmic and began to carefully capture the old man's every move, not letting go of every tiniest detail...

"The stubborn boy who doesn't cry until he sees the coffin!" said a gagging smile at Fang Xi. The old man rolled his eyes unhappy and said bored: "I am very disappointed, silly boy, if you rush like this, you will not hurt a hair even if you lose your energy!"

"snort!"

He snorted coldly. Fang Xi did not answer the old man, but instead used even more terrifying fist force to hit the old man's pleated face.

Seeing Fang Xi's warnings, he ignored him. The sloppy old man was speechless, and a cold light flashed in his turbid old eyes. This time, the old man did not retreat but advanced. He did not dodge to the side like he did in the past few times, but rushed towards Fang Xi's fist!

With the same blow, the old man's right hand seemed to have transcended the boundaries of light yin in an instant, and went to Fang Xi's inner elbow from a tricky angle!

"Use the same trick again!" A strange light flashed in his pupils, and Fang Xi's spiritual sense suddenly fluctuated violently. Then his heavy punch, which seemed extremely fierce, suddenly floated. At the same time, a sharp sound of slashing through the air suddenly exploded from the bottom of the old man. Fang Xi's punch just now was just a feint, and the subsequent uppercut was the real attack!

"Cunning boy!"

Feeling the sharp wind below, a smile like a blooming chrysanthemum bloomed on the old man's face, and a hint of praise flashed in his eyes.

Just as the punch was about to hit, the old man's hand towards Fang Xi suddenly recycled it. He leveraged Fang Xi's fist at a critical moment, and then he soared upwards and high into the air!

"This punch is pretty good!"

Standing proudly in the air, the sloppy old man looked at Fang Xi with a smile, nodded at him and said, "Just use your brain."

Fang Xi's chest was slightly ups and downs. The punch that changed the virtual and real just now was actually using the mystery of the true and false whip when he was fighting against the head of Baihua Sect Liu.

Although he had not figured out the secret, after closely contacting the spiritual consciousness of Master Liu, he firmly remembered the feeling, and even though he could not perfectly reproduce the unique skills of the Baihua Sect in the sect, he could also use a seven-point similarity.

"Okay, OK, you guys have been chasing me for so long, so I should have taken the initiative to attack once, right?" The face turned solemn, and the sloppy old man curled his lips and said, "No polite at all."

"Uh" The old man was scolded and speechless. Fang Xi was so injustice in his heart! It was obvious that the old man had been provoking him, but now he blamed him for being rude. Where do you think you can reason about it?

"Hehe, boy! You have to look carefully!"
Chapter completed!