Huang Feihong didn't notice that his every move was under the eyes of Mr. Zhang. At this moment, he was practicing hard, and he was whistling with his punches and kicks. Although he had no internal strength, the power above could not be seen easily.

Mr. Zhang's spiritual sense swept through Huang Feihong and continued to scan every inch of the ground without giving up. He did not want to miss any useful clues.

Suddenly, Master Zhang suddenly heard extremely slight footsteps and couldn't help but be stunned.

Because the footsteps were silent and soft, just like goose feathers falling on the water, naturally and silently. And the frequency of the footsteps was consistent, extremely stable, long, but calm and powerful, with an indescribable sense of power inside.

Of course, only people like Mr. Zhang can understand this feeling. It is impossible for ordinary people to discover many characteristics.

Just listening to the footsteps lightly, Master Zhang knew that it was definitely not easy for the person to come.

After scanning his spiritual sense, Mr. Zhang found that in the east, an old man with gray hair and about fifty years old was walking steadily.

The old man had two inches of short hair, which made him look more capable. Although he was over fifty years old, he did not feel old at all. Instead, he felt like he was full of energy and energy. When he glanced over, his spirit was no less than that of a middle-aged man.

This is just the first impression that people give. If you are an insider, you will find that there is a different kind of light flashing in the old man's eyes, which is clear and clear. While he breathes, he feels like a full bellows between his chest and abdomen, full of dynamic and vigorous.

This old man is indeed not an ordinary person.

"What's this old guy doing here?" Young Master Zhang's heart moved. It's not that he was here to find Huang Feihong.

Judging from the old man's appearance, it is definitely not a good thing to come over in a dark and dark way. There are generally no grudges between existences like ancient warriors and ordinary people. Mr. Zhang's guess is not aimless.

After thinking about it, Zhang Da Shao stepped a little, and he seemed to be a big bird. He suddenly soared into the air, quietly jumped onto the roof of a two-story building opposite, hid in a dark corner, and watched the development of the situation.

Soon, things proved that Mr. Zhang's guess was correct. The short-haired old man finally stopped in front of Huang Feihong's door, looked around and confirmed that he had not come to the wrong place, and then used his hands and feet together, and rushed in like a clever ape.

Huang Feihong's yard is very small, and the old man with short hair slowly walked forward. He came to the door and pushed it with his hand. The door was locked inside.

The short-haired old man didn't think about it and slapped it with a loud clang. The security door made of steel was knocked away by the short-haired old man and crashed into the main hall, crackling and I don't know how many things he knocked over.

"Who!" Huang Feihong in the basement looked shocked and hurriedly opened the secret door and rushed out. As soon as he came out of the bedroom, he saw a young man with a strong short hair standing in front of him with a big sword.

Huang Feihong is also a person with vision. He could tell at a glance that the old man with short hair is not a simple person and dared not take it lightly. His face was solemn, and he asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? Why did you break into my house!"

The short-haired old man did not directly answer Huang Feihong's words, but stared at Huang Feihong with his sharp eyes, slowly spoke with a hint of coldness: "Don't you really know?"

Huang Feihong's face appeared confused and confused. It was obvious that he didn't remember who the old man was for a while, and hummed: "I don't have time to play puzzles with you, but in my impression, I have never seen you."

"Of course you haven't seen me." The old man with short hair took a step forward, which brought great pressure to Huang Feihong. His voice was extremely loud and he slowly raised his hand, "But you should have seen this."

As he said that, the old man with short hair stepped under his feet, like a dragon going out to sea, and shot towards Huang Feihong like lightning.

His fists, one up and one up, one left and one right, seemed to be two big stones, whirling the strong wind, and hit Huang Feihong hard at the vital point.

As soon as the short-haired old man made his fists, Huang Feihong was shocked. This old guy was so powerful that he was no match for him at all!

At that moment, he hurriedly met the enemy, but was beaten by the short-haired old man and took a step back.

"Xingyiquan?" Zhang Dashao was watching the battle outside, but found that the old man's method and style of punching were exactly the same as Jiang Shuaiqi and Lu Xiang.

Although he didn't even finish a short move, Mr. Zhang was sure that the old man with short hair was using Xingyiquan.

"You, who are you?" Huang Feihong straightened from his standing, no longer as confident as before. He stared at the old man with short hair as if he was facing a great enemy and asked anxiously.

"Hmph, the stubbornness is not transformed." The old man with short hair shouted softly, and his body shook and leaned forward again. His hands turned into the most solid cage in the world, and saw that Huang Feihong was completely blocked inside.

Huang Feihong was instantly repelled by the old man with short hair before, mainly because he suffered unexpected losses. Now he is doing his best and gritting his teeth to support him. He can still compete with the old man with short hair for one or two, but after three punches and two punches, he is already sweating profusely.

"You, who are you from that waiter?" After a few more moves, Huang Feihong finally recognized the way for the short-haired old man and asked in surprise, but he killed an inconspicuous waiter. Who would have thought that there would be such a tough backstage?

"I remember now!" The short-haired old man had hatred in his voice. He was the most talented and hopeful among the sixth generation disciples, except Lu Xiang, who had the most talent and hope to enter the innate world. He died so much. The short-haired old man felt unwilling!

"You are avenging the trash!"

Knowing the gap between himself and the old man with short hair and his identity, he knows the situation he is facing more. However, Huang Feihong became more calmer, chuckled and said to the old man with short hair.

"I'm here to do the way for heaven!" said the old man with short hair, and two of them attacked quickly. Not long after, Huang Feihong was beaten to the point of vomiting blood by the old man with short hair.

"Old guy, you're forcing me!" Huang Feihong shouted, and was about to release his most powerful insect, but the old man rushed over first. The thunder fucked Huang Feihong down and stepped on Huang Feihong's chest, making him unable to move.

"I want to use your vicious means again?" said the short-haired old man in a cold voice, "Do you think I will give you this opportunity!"
Chapter completed!