After all, Dou Qi is Dou Qi. After all, after contacting Ling Feng, the old man's white Dou Qi began to penetrate Ling Feng's skin instantly. This was the first time Ling Feng had directly contacted Dou Qi from this continent. It felt similar to internal strength, and it was slightly different. At least in terms of penetration, there was no internal force to be long and profound.

Ling Feng smiled slightly at the moment when his fists and fingers were intersecting. The thunder energy in the surrounding space began to pour into his fingers frantically. So, in the deep mountains and forests under the night, blue lightning and white fighting spirits were fighting wildly. Sometimes some "sizzling" sounds were made.

After the last "bang" sound, the old man quickly retreated. Ling Feng also shook his body and took a few steps back before he could stand firm again.

Fortunately, there was the help of superpowers. Ling Feng sighed secretly in his heart. Although there were still pains coming from his fingers, the old man thought he would not be much better than himself.

The old man looked at Ling Feng with a lot of weirdness. Now his fists were indeed trembling. For him, he was not a martial artist who was known for his bare hands and had no weapons, but was inferior in strength. Fortunately, Ling Feng also had no weapons. Although the old man thought Ling Feng was very good at the beginning, he thought that with his years of combat experience, he would always be more experienced than a young man.

Who knew that, the result was that his hands had only experienced one fight and began to tremble. If it weren't for the help of the fighting spirit, his fists would have been black at this time. The blue light with powerful energy caused the old man to suffer a lot.

"Good boy, your energy seems very weird." The old man stood still and spoke.

"Overall, the seniors are very skillful in using Dou Qi." Ling Feng replied indifferently. Anyway, it was his first time to come into contact with Dou Qi, so he naturally felt that it was quite novel. Although he had only one move just now, Ling Feng still felt refreshed.

"Hmph! Then let me see what kind of ability do you have." After saying that, the old man continued to attack. Because of his first experience, this time, the energy accumulated by the old man was far better than the first time. At least, at the moment he activated, the strength in his body was concentrated a little - fist. Without the previous fancy and glamour, just such a plain punch made Ling Feng feel a bitter breath.

Is this the strength of the saint? Ling Feng did not blindly defend, and he was not good at defending. Moreover, the strongest combat power of the thunder finger was generated during the marching, especially when an arc was sucked on his finger.

The two of them quickly intersected, without the prosperous moves, nor the so-called brilliance of the sky, the sun and the moon, the two of them just exchanged positions. However, only the real feelings were known in their hearts.

At the moment when the interlaced, the energy bursting out between Ling Feng's fingers and the fighting spirit on the old man's fist collided firmly. This time, Ling Feng's fingertips even brought internal strength, which could truly show the maximum power of Ling Feng's Thunder Finger. The old man's fighting spirit made Ling Feng feel that it was about to condense, very thick. This is much more terrifying than the first time that the infiltration attributes are infiltrated.

If the old man's fighting spirit can be further refined and completely solid, a sword condensed by fighting spirit is a bit unthinkable. Such a weapon is probably not comparable to any magic weapon made of enchanting metal. It seems that the fighting spirit in this world is indeed a bit famous.

As for the feeling of internal strength that Ling Feng brought to the old man, it probably surprised the old man.

It took a long time after the two of them to fight that the old man said, "I'm old, I'm really old." The eyes of Ling Feng were also full of admiration.

The two of them were originally due to their equal strength and interest, so they had a late-night competition. They fought twice and had a clear understanding of the other party's abilities and some strange things. If they really competed again, according to Ling Feng's estimate, they might be fighting until dawn, and they would be like this now. If they really had to fight to the death, it would be against their original intentions.

"How could it be? Senior is the time when he is getting stronger." Ling Feng gave a small compliment and then asked, "By the way, I have heard that there are thirteen saints on the continent. I wonder which senior is?"

Ling Feng asked this, but there was no way to do so. The identity of the other saint was obvious, but Ling Feng had only heard of the name of the Thirteen Saints, but he knew very little about their specific abilities, so he naturally had no way to guess the identity of the old man.

He wasn't really an old farmer in the Principality of Tianxiang, right?

"Haha, I don't have such a great reputation. I just grow vegetables in the countryside, leisurely and contented." The old man smiled and then said, "Many people call me Old Man Liu. If you don't dislike me, you can call me Brother Liu. You are not simple..."

The old man can naturally know Ling Feng's actual age, very young. And a person with the strength of the Saint level is a simple character?

Ling Feng thought that there was no warrior named Liu among the thirteen saints in the continent. It seems that the rumored news may not be completely correct. There must be some hidden worlds in the ancient continent, and their strength has reached the holy level, but they are not known to outsiders. If it weren't for meeting someone like Ling Feng, Old Man Liu would have stayed in Qingming Valley for a few more years. As long as he is willing, no one would know that he is a saint, right?

The Thirteen Saints should be just the more famous saint-level powerhouses on the ancient continent. Public figures like the four saint-level deans of the four major academies on the continent will naturally attract people's attention.

Ling Feng was not pretentious and said directly: "Then I will call you Senior Brother Liu. If you are rumored out, you may be the fourteenth saint of the mainland."

"I just knew that you were not kind-hearted. Tell me, did you come to Qingming Valley for the sake of Liu Yatou?" Old Man Liu looked at Ling Feng and said. The two of them seemed to have never experienced the battle just now. Instead, they sat on the big stone together and started chatting.

"Liu Yatou? Who?" Ling Feng said curiously, "Ling Feng passed by here just because a servant in the lower area needed the treatment of Doctor Liu, and there was no other purpose."

"Hahaha, the Liu Yatou I mentioned is the magic doctor Liu in your mouth." Old Man Liu smiled, "But, after hearing what you said, I misunderstood you. I thought you had such skills, so you should have come back to find Liu Yatou."

"Oh, do you have any hidden information about Doctor Liu?" Ling Feng became curious.
Chapter completed!