On the cliff ahead, the stones continued to roll down.

Fang Hong sighed lightly: "This attack... should be as good as Wu Xiucai."

At this moment.

There was a strange noise of the mountains and forests separating from afar.

A extremely fierce breath approached at high speed, stepped on the branches of the tree, thirty feet in one step, and his burly body looked like a light catkin, and he laughed loudly: "Which martial arts scholar practiced martial arts in the middle of the night, causing such a big noise, disturbing people's dreams!"

Fang Hong looked over...

It is probably the ascetic of the barren mountains and forests...

He took out a mask of different shapes, chose the friendliest one and wore it on his face.

The figure came to the front and walked over. It was the old man with long hair and floating hair: "Hey! Why are you wearing a mask... I'm so unhappy. I don't know which martial scholar in the county."

Fang Hong held up the mask that looked like a smiling opera face, and his voice was deep: "Are you in the inner breath?"

"Don't you recognize me?" The old man with long black hair was surprised and said, "It's strange. Are you a Wu Xiucai from the Mansion City or a secluded strong man in the county city."

"hehe."

"Do you want to have some discussion?"

The old man with a black hair and a young face said happily, intending to take advantage of the competition to find out Fang Hong’s background, take off his mask, and see who he is.

"good."

Fang Hong was delighted.

I originally wanted to find a similar excuse, so I started fighting first, contact the inner breath, realize the color, and figure out the difference between the inner breath, qi and blood.

Unexpectedly...

This person took the initiative to deliver it to the door...

Fang Hong raised his foot, shot a hundred meters, and punched the old man in the arms raised.

Bang!!

Circles of air waves exploded, rolling outward, and shaking unbearably.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Fang Hong slashed down with three more punches, like a mud cow entering the sea.

The old man with a young face smiled slightly, and a continuous force surged out of his body, wrapping his arms around him, almost as much as it was, making Fang Hong's fist sinking into it, difficult to move and pull out, as if he punched into cotton.

Fang Hong's face changed: "This is...inner breath!?"

This internal dividend contains several completely different qualities.

Heavy, hot, sharp, viscous, as if the mysterious power comes out of the body.

The close sensing was suffocating, and Fang Hong faintly realized something was wrong... Could it be that he seriously underestimated the seventh level of the acquired inner breathing realm?

"Haha, come here." The old man with his arms grabbed forward.

Fang Hong's body shook, his qi and blood were like flames. He got rid of the clamping, his feet fell to the ground, and he did not retreat but advanced. His left palm was pinched into the first move of Dongtianmen: "Old man, take my palm!"

Fang Hong has a character and is decisive in killing and decisive, and he will not speak up for reminders.

But this young man with no grudges and no grudges, and was very considerate and took the initiative to discuss.

If he fails and beat him to death, it will be wrong for him.

"Okay, okay, take your palm." The old man in Tongyan said casually, thrusting forward, his arm from top to bottom, as if he was thrusting, as if he was slashing, as if he was slashing, as if he was slashing, as if he was slashing, as if he was slashing. He even took out his other arm from the side, and his five fingers were like claws, and he suddenly grabbed it.

For a moment, the strong wind blew on the face, and the heat waves of Taotao blew up the smoke and dust!

The air was rubbed violently, like a exploding air, all twisted!

moment.

The first stance of the East Tianmen: straight to the point.

Fang Hong pressed his palm lightly on the old man's arm.

boom!!

He lifted the heavy lifting lightly and left with one blow, Fang Hong stood there.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and everything is silent. The face of the old man with a child-faced face is frozen. He feels that time is longer and becomes a slow motion picture. He watches his arm pressed back, hitting his chest, squeezing his sternum, as if he is crushed by a hill.

This moment.

The invincible terrifying force exploded!

"This is……"

A look of horror flashed in the eyes of the old man with a childish face, his chest was sunk by his arm, and blood surged up, and it emerged like a river through his throat.

The force entered his body! He staggered and retreated.

The strength penetrated his body! The brocade clothes on his back suddenly exploded, the silk torn apart, the cotton wool flew, and the big hole was broken, forming a palm print.

The force was shaken! He stumbled, retreating more than ten feet, his muscles, bones, and his skin became numb, his whole body became sore and weak, and he trembled and knelt down suddenly, spit out three mouthfuls of blood mist, sucked back, closed his breath, and almost fainted.

If you spit out internal organ fragments.

That would be difficult to heal.

"I..."

"It's not the inner state of breath..."

The old man with a baby face had a blank mind and his eyes were a little hollow, and he watched Fang Hong come to him step by step.

"well."

Fang Hong sighed: "I will hit you, and I have to beg you not to die."
Chapter completed!