He looked at Ji Shenxiu, and said with some anticipation: "Search for a while and let me try whether my Huo family boxing is powerful or your boy's Youlong power."

Youlongjin, this is the name Ji Shenxiu gave him the method of exercising the spirit. When Brother Hai taught him, he only said that he passed it on to his family and did not leave a name.

Now in his hands, he can use his strength to the whole body in conjunction with the breathing method passed down by Wang Wu. It is only because the force moves like a dragon in his body that he has a "dragon power".

After saying that, he looked at Wang Wu again. Although he was competitive, he respected Wang Wu, a famous hero who was famous in the world, and naturally he could see some thoughts, but he was covered up by his smile. "I won't say it anymore, let's go and have a meal. Today I won again, so I'll celebrate it."

...

"drive!"

"drive!"

...

On the official road, a fast horse was running. On the back was a man in blue clothes and round face, who looked middle-aged. He looked panicked, his eyes were covered in blood, and his face was dark and stubble, as if he had not rested for many days.

As he ran, he looked back from time to time, and the horse whip in his hand kept waving, as if there was an evil yaksha ghost chasing him behind him.

The red horse under him was already exhausted, and bloodstains were drawn from the horse's buttocks by a whip, and foam gradually spit out from his mouth and nose. It was obvious that he couldn't survive.

Sure enough, after riding for more than a hundred feet, the horse screamed in a wail, its front hooves softened, and its whole body rushed to the ground. As the neighing sounded, it had already fallen to the ground. The white foam in its mouth turned into blood foam in a blink of an eye, and then slowly lowered its head.

The dust was flying, and the man riding a horse immediately rushed forward when he saw the opportunity, left the horse's back, and was led out by the remaining force and rolled a few times, rolling straight in dust.

But he didn't care too much about it, and he didn't even look at his beloved horse. He rolled and crawled over and looked at the woods on both sides with his eyes alertly, and pulled out a cloth bag from the side of the horse's belly.

After reaching out, he found that the cloth bag was two short guns, which were tightly captured by him.

"Haha, I won't run away!"

A chuckle suddenly rose, and the sharp voice made people feel creepy.

The man trembled and turned around and saw the source of the sound, a small path in the woods, standing quietly as thin as a monkey.

That was an old man in his sixties.

The old man's skin is white and thin, with a faint blue thigh, and his face is white and has no beard.

He was walking slowly as he spoke, but the strange thing was that there was no sound from the fallen leaves under his feet. Moreover, this person was extremely flexible in his movements. Gu Pan shrank his body, his shoulders slightly shook, and his arms were extremely long. From a distance, he looked like a monkey.

He was wearing a black suit, but he held something very strange in his right hand. The thing looked like a bird cage and was covered with a black cloth, like a bulging bag.

The round-faced man looked at the things in the old man's hands calmly, his face pale and frightened.

He murmured: "No wonder, no wonder..."

At the same time, the body retreated suddenly, as if facing a great enemy.

"Haha, if you let me escape, how can we explain to Mr. Lafayette?" The old man's voice was extremely sharp and his face smiled.

He did not chase after him, but when the veins of five fingers of his right hand were exposed, the object like a bird cage was thrown out in the air, chasing the round-faced man as if he had eyes.

When the air is in the air, a terrible layer of noise is stirred, like a blade flying.

And in the old man's hand, he was twisting a fine steel chain like chopsticks, and the other end was the bird cage.

Just listen.

"Zheng!"

There was a sound of gold and iron fighting.

The old man's right hand, full of smiles, shook and withdrew, the bird cage immediately returned.

"Who is there to be? By the way, Tianjin..."

Talking to himself, the old man slowly moved away.

And dozens of steps away, a headless corpse was standing quietly, with the two guns in his hand breaking, and the head on his neck disappeared.
Chapter completed!