A martial master slap flew away with a slap, and his movements were straightforward and fast, which was unimaginable. This was something that an old man with white beard and white hair could do.

After the brief surprise of the people in the Martial Alliance, someone soon realized that the white-haired old man might be a great martial master.

After all, with the strength of the Great Martial Master, he can indeed slap the Martial Master away with one slap.

If you teach this old guy a lesson, if the leader of the alliance takes action, it will also make the other members of the Martial Alliance too incompetent.

What's more, Tang Feiyu was simply disdainful to fight with this white-haired old man because he thought that this white-haired old man was a servant who swept the floor and had been sweeping the floor at the Martial God Family fifty years ago.

As the leader of the Martial Alliance, fighting with a sweeping servant is a very expensive thing.

So Tang Feiyu gave Cao Tianyang a look and an unpleasant look.

Cao Tianyang's heart shrank suddenly, and he immediately understood the meaning of the leader, and rushed out first.

"You dare to stop the way of the leader. I think you are just impatient!"

Cao Tianyang roared, and while his body moved, he unsheathed the knife in his hand and stabbed the white-haired old man in the abdomen.

The old white-haired man waved a large broom in his hand, like a gust of wind, and instantly pushed Cao Tianyang's long sword away.

The bamboo branches tied on it were like sharp iron thorns, scraping blood marks on Cao Tianyang's arms and backs.

Cao Tianyang endured the pain and held the hilt tightly. He was about to pull it back and chop it when a sharp pain suddenly came from his face, and a shoe printed on his face.

Then he felt a powerful force crushing his head, and his body flew up uncontrollably.

Cao Tianyang had the same fate as the middle-aged martial master just now, and used his flesh and blood to smash the wall of the courtyard.

boom!

A hole was smashed into the wall, and the brick fell down and buried it on Cao Tianyang's body.

The white-haired old man's legs were raised over his head as if he had practiced yoga.

This is not like an action that an old man over a hundred years old can do!

Even those old people in their seventies or eighties may have their bones broken long ago if they lifted their legs to such an extent.

"Minister Cao!"

"Minister Cao!"

Someone exclaimed and rushed forward to rescue him, pulling away the brick pressing against Cao Tianyang.

When Cao Tianyang was lifted up from the ground, Cao Tianyang had become a unkempt face, as embarrassed as a worker who had been carrying cement for a day.

"What's wrong, absolutely something is wrong!" Tang Feiyu said in his heart.

He had realized that the white-haired old man in front of him was extraordinary.

Not only can he slap the Wu Zun, but even Cao Tianyang, who is at the level of the Great Wu Zun, is irresistible in front of him.

Lin Shiyu asked, "Who are you?"

The white-haired old man smiled faintly and said, "I am just a servant in charge of sweeping the floor in the Wushen Family."

Tang Feiyu's face was gloomy and said coldly: "Impossible! You can't be an ordinary servant. A servant cannot have the martial arts cultivation that is as high as you, and you can't have such strong strength!"

The old man with white hair smiled bitterly and said, "If you have high cultivation and strong strength, do you have to have a high status? Everyone has their own lifestyle of yearning for, and different people have different values ​​and beliefs."

"You are busy with all kinds of troubles and intrigues every day, and I sweep the floor and drink tea every day. Even if I change the positions of the ten martial arts leaders, I don't want to."

Tang Feiyu felt very unhappy when the old man said the white-haired man.

I tried my best to play a lot of tricks and then took the position of leader, but I was actually worthless by the other party.

Tang Feiyu felt that this was equivalent to being scolded as a stupid person.

He was already angry, but there was no turbulence on his face.

"You are so fresh and refined by you. It seems that you are really not an ordinary person. No matter how high your cultivation is, you can only be a servant." Tang Feiyu said with a sneer.

"Hahaha..."

The old man with white hair chuckled and said, "No matter whether it is the best or the best, as long as he lives comfortably and freely, those so-called best people may be just a jumping clown in the eyes of others."

Others may not understand what the old man with white hair said, but Tang Feiyu is good at picking up the numbers.

He felt that the other party was just cursing him in a corner, and he couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly: "Old guy, you're looking for death!"

Cao Tianyang is no match for the old man with white hair, and even if he sends out other great martial masters, he may not be able to beat the old man with white hair.

Tang Feiyu had no choice but to take action himself.

The momentum on his body burst out, and the air around him seemed to be sucked into his body.

The temperature dropped several degrees in an instant, and people nearby even felt that breathing became difficult.

His right palm swung out and hit the white-haired old man's chest. There was no complicated move, but it looked like an invisible vortex surrounding his arm.

The Wuzong-level aura was like a rush of storms, pressing towards the white-haired old man!

Bang!

The white-haired old man also slapped his palm and collided with Tang Feiyu's palm.

Just as the palms were in contact, Tang Feiyu felt the thick true energy in the white-haired old man's body, and at this moment it all gathered in his palm.

The collision of two true qi is like a bomb exploding, and waves of air roll out.

The people next to them felt the strong wind coming towards them, making them unable to open their eyes.

Tang Feiyu did not take a step back, but he could not make any progress. He felt that the opponent's strength was comparable to his own, and he was extremely shocked.

This old guy is also a Wuzong!

Even Lin Wei, the head of the Wushen Family, was unable to break through to the realm of Wushen. A servant who swept the floor actually reached Wushen!

But when I thought that there was a library next to me, the other party had been sweeping the floor outside the library for decades, Tang Feiyu suddenly seemed to understand something.

This white-haired old man must have some purpose. Maybe it was to practice the best skills in the library, so he was willing to be a servant who swept the floor.

Seeing that he could not gain the upper hand for a long time, Tang Feiyu was very anxious. If he continued to fight, he would only end up with both sides.

However, in this embarrassing situation, no matter who withdraws his palm first, his aura will definitely decrease sharply and he will be injured by the other party's true energy.

Wei Tianzheng first discovered the problem and also saw that the leader of the alliance could not defeat the white-haired old man in a short period of time.

At this time, you don’t care about your face or not, and you don’t have to talk about any martial ethics. The most important thing is to help the leader get out of this embarrassing and dangerous situation.

He waved the purple gold sword, rushed forward, and slashed the white-haired old man's head.

The white-haired old man was holding the broom in his other hand. After finding Wei Tian was rushing over, he swept over.

Although he blocked Wei Tianzheng's golden sword, the bamboo branches on the broom were slashed, and the right palm, which faced Tang Feiyu, became much weaker in an instant.

Tang Feiyu took advantage of the situation and burst out all his true energy in an instant, and knocked the white-haired old man back four or five steps with one palm.

The white-haired old man threw away the only wooden stick left in his hand, covered his chest with his hand, and forced the blood that was about to gush out of the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!