Chapter 377

A calm sound mixed with the gentle sound of wind entered the inner room, creating a buzzing sound. The people in the inner room did not speak after listening, but the faint fluctuations of zhenqi still exposed the uncontrollable anger of the people in the inner room.

After getting no response for a long time, the man became even more playful. He snorted coldly and continued to challenge: "What? You've been a turtle for so long that you don't even want to come out of its shell?"

"Huh! I don't know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is!" came the voice, which contained not only anger, but also contempt and disdain.

Ouch! Being old and immortal is quite tolerable! The man smiled silently, feeling slightly surprised in his heart.

At this time, the wind suddenly increased, blowing into the house through the crack in the door, whistling non-stop. Lightning pierced the sky, flashing white light bringing instant light to the house.

"Rumble"

Thunder sounded, and the first autumn rain in the south of the Yangtze River crackled down tonight.

There was lightning and thunder outside, and echoes echoed in the house. The man didn't want to wait any longer. After staring out the window for a few seconds, he picked up the wine jar and walked inside.

In the inner room, an elderly man with layer upon layer of wrinkles on his face and completely white hair and beard sits on a low couch in an upright manner.

He couldn't hear any movement outside, which made him a little anxious. The legs that were originally folded together have been loosened, and the hands lying flat on the knees have long been lowered, and the cloudy eyes are staring at the large screen that separates the inner and outer rooms.

"Did you get scared away?"

As soon as this idea was born, it was killed by the sound of slight footsteps.

"A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers!" The old man raised his eyebrows, raised his hands and casually spread his wide sleeves. No need to use force, it floats to the ground gracefully, the rise and fall are natural and smooth, without any true energy leaking out of the body.

Obviously, the old man is not an ordinary person.

"Okay, okay, okay!" The voice came before anyone arrived. The man looked calm and clapped his hands in greeting.

While walking out from the screen, he teased: "I can sing from the third grade to the little grandmaster in one performance. It's really... a lot of experience!"

Hearing this, the old man's brows darkened slightly, and his sharp eyes pierced the man. But when he saw the man's face clearly, the fierceness in his eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by disbelief.

"You, you, you, you're not dead?"

"Haha, why should you be surprised? You haven't died yet, how could I die first? Do you still remember what I said back then? You old bastard, I will definitely eat it!"

Putting the wine jar on the table next to him, the man's fingertips lightly brushed the tabletop, exclaiming, "Oh! Using sandalwood to make the table is luxurious, really luxurious!"

Looking up and down, the man pointed at the old man's robe and became even more shocked, "Yunsha? That's incredible! You can get tributes? Aren't you afraid of the Jin Yiwei?"

"Humph." The old man lowered his eyes and snorted coldly.

He put his hands behind his back and shouted contemptuously: "Young country boy really has no eyesight! This is Jiangnan water silk, you don't know the goods!"

"Hahaha! I thought you were so powerful, but it turns out that you are just a dog. You even have to pick up the clothes left by your master. You have the face. You are not ashamed but proud!"

"That's right. How can the owner of a good thing be willing to give it to a dog?" The man shook his head and said disdainfully.

"Liu Huanxiao!" the old man screamed angrily. He has been wandering around the world for decades, and he hates people calling him a "dog" the most. Every time he hears it, even if he hears it accidentally, he will kill his whole family.

Now that the man was pointing at his nose and scolding him, his anger naturally became more intense. I wish I could take action immediately, cut off the man's hands and feet, pull out his tongue, gouge out his eyes, make him a human pig, raise him in a jar, and torture him every day, so that he can alleviate the hatred in his heart.

"Fang Yongji, I'm listening!" Liu Huanxiao shouted.

Fang Yongji was not annoyed when he was choked back, but instead sneered on his face. He's just a bug that survived by chance. If I could crush him to death more than ten years ago, I can do the same more than ten years later!

In the past ten years, he has already taken a step further, from the first rank to the junior master level, and has been immersed in it for many years. Wouldn't it be easy to kill a wild boy who has neither elders or nobles to guide him nor a high level of understanding?

Maybe it would be easier than before, without even using fists or feet, and he could crush him to death with just his true martial arts skills.

"Boy!" Fang Yongji flicked his sleeves back and scolded him angrily.

He raised his finger and pointed at the tip of his nose, and sneered: "I will let you know today what a master is and what the difference between cloud and mud is!"

After speaking, Fang Yongji's true energy instantly filled the air. His robes bulged, his beard and hair fluttered. He let out a roar and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Liu Huanxiao. The true energy on his thin fingers was piercing. Come out as fast as lightning.

"It's a small trick." Liu Huanxiao muttered disdainfully.

In his eyes, Fang Yongji's speed was not as fast as that of a child. He easily dodged it by just tilting his head slightly.

"What!" Fang Yongji was slightly surprised.

Before he could recover, Liu Huanxiao pressed out his palm at will, hitting the center of his abdomen, and gently pushed forward. Fang Yongji flew out backwards, and fell on the short platform.

"waste."

It is humiliating to be humiliated by a junior, let alone a junior who was so overwhelmed by himself that he could not even lift his head!

Fang Yongji slapped his body hard, and the carp stood up, ignoring the fact that it was shattered into sawdust, and jumped into the air towards Liu Huanxiao.

"You're looking for death!"

A feeling of depression permeated the room. It was obvious that he was already furious and did not want to continue to delay. Instead, he used his true intention of martial arts to attack Liu Huanxiao with all his strength.

One claw failed, followed by several claws in succession. Fang Yongji's attack was like a tide, and it was continuous. The suppressed feeling in the room became stronger and stronger, almost turning into reality.

On the other hand, Liu Huanxiao still dodged left and right without any hurry. Although there were frequent dangers, he dodged them just right every time. Even several times, Fang Yongji's fingertips were only a millimeter away from Liu Huanxiao's throat, but a millimeter difference made a thousand miles away, and he still returned empty-handed.

After a few breaths, Fang Yongji quickly discovered the problem. His movements stagnated, and his brows frowned slightly. He couldn't figure out why his martial arts true meaning couldn't suppress Liu Huanxiao.

Could it be that he is also a junior master?

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! He is just a poor martial artist who lives under someone else's roof and has no one to rely on. How can he become a master?" Fang Yongji refuted in his heart.

"It must be that my martial arts true meaning is too scattered. If it is concentrated, I'm afraid he can't even lift his feet! That's right, it must be like this, it must be!"

Determined, the diffuse martial arts true meaning gradually condensed, surrounding Liu Huanxiao's body, intending to suppress him in all directions.

"That's all you can do? It seems like you've wasted the past ten years." Liu Huanxiao shook his head and murmured, feeling bored.

He raised his hand, and the vast sea of ​​true energy gushed out in all directions. In less than a breath, the doors, windows, and roof tiles were all blown away and shattered, and smoke and dust rose in the rain curtain, and sawdust flew everywhere.

Fang Yongji was a junior master after all, so his reaction speed was naturally not slow. When he sensed the fluctuation of true energy, he decisively broke the window and fled to the yard.

"It's really a blessing for a fool to have such a magnificent true energy! However, no matter how magnificent the true energy is, the first grade is still the first grade. The gap with the junior master cannot be made up by having enough true energy! That's it!"

As the voice fell, the true meaning of martial arts intensified and deliberately extended into the house.

"You haven't been able to cross the fourth level for more than ten years. Calling you a waste is a compliment to you."

Liu Huanxiao was not affected at all, and walked out of the house calmly and stood in the rain. After sighing in disappointment, he gently raised his hand, and the raindrops in the sky suddenly hovered in the air with his movements.

The yard seemed to have become another world, a world controlled only by Liu Huanxiao.

Seeing this, Fang Yongji's expression changed drastically, and his desperate voice was intermittent, "You, you, you are..."

"You are... the Grandmaster!"

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