Many people cursed on the banks of Yunwu Lake.

People are sympathetic to the weak, not to mention that now, the pressure of the five great masters is still a woman with no power to tie a chicken.

Faced with the criticism of everyone, even though they have experienced many hardships and have seen the unequal words of the wind and rain, they can't help but feel a little uneasy.

The old face is full of blue and yellow handover, which is extremely ugly.

"Damn it!"

"Who are you?"

"How dare you talk nonsense, confuse right and wrong, and tarnish our reputation?"

Angry and embarrassed, Ke Zhe turned around and shouted sternly at the woman in red dress not far away.

"Trumen, Meng Wanyu."

Faced with no questioning, Meng Wanyu did not hide it and directly reported his name and identity.

In fact, in Meng Wanyu's opinion, she has nothing to hide.

Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.

Although Yanxia Martial Arts is somewhat hostile to the Truman, the two forces have been in peace for many years.

What's more, Meng Wanyu did nothing excessive when she came to Yanxia.

Even though she took Qiu Mucheng as a hostage, she did not hurt her.

Therefore, Meng Wanyu did not feel that it was necessary to conceal his identity.

"Trumen?"

"So, are you the Truman witch who is disturbing Jiangdong?"

"I haven't gone to get you yet, but you came out by yourself."

"Okay, then let's follow us together."

When Ke Zhe learned that Meng Wanyu was the Truman who had been causing trouble in Jiangdong recently, he sneered, but was preparing to take Meng Wanyu away.

When Meng Wanyu heard this, he frowned: "You are so domineering."

"In a word, I will not say anything. Now, I am still preparing to capture me?"

"Do not distinguish between right and wrong, black and white, bully the weak by relying on the strength, bullying the weak by bullying the few by bullying the few by life and death, and taking life and death all depends on personal preference."

"Is it possible that Yanxia's masters and strong men have all this kind of virtue?"

Meng Wanyu asked sarcastically.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"There is no reason to capture you, the Truman witch."

"Die it for me~"

Ke Zhe seemed to be completely angered by Meng Wanyu's tricky words.

After shouting loudly, he stepped on the ground and his whole body burst out like an arrow from the string.

Then, he clenched his hands tightly and smashed them down at Meng Wanyu's chest.

The power is as strong as a thousand pounds.

The powerful and powerful attack was almost unsuspected. If it fell on Meng Wanyu, even if it did not die, it would be seriously injured.

"Miss Meng, be careful~"

Seeing this, Qiu Mucheng was shocked and shouted worriedly.

Meng Wanyu was not afraid, and looked at the closer force of fist. He chuckled, and then slapped a light palm.

Elegantly showing your palm, just like picking leaves through flowers and picking flowers.

In every move, there is a kind of elegance and refinement.

However, compared with its elegance, what shocked everyone was Meng Wanyu's counterattack, without any unnecessary movements, and every part of the force was controlled just right.

Steadily, wrap Ke Zhe's fist strength.

"What a beautiful blow!"

"What kind of palm technique is this?"

"Just this elegance alone is probably the same as the world's palm technique, right?"

On the banks of Yunwu Lake, many martial arts people were sighing and their eyes were full of stunning colors.

Yan Buping, the powerful master who walked with Ke Zhe, was disdainful and laughed: "It's just a piece of gold and jade, but it's just a piece of shred."

"Marriage practice emphasizes returning to nature."

"Only the most ordinary attack can burst out with the most powerful force."

"Now young people only know how to pursue gorgeousness and attention, which is very eye-catching and eye-catching, but they have lost themselves and lost their original intention of martial arts."

"A attack like this flashy attack is destined to be a flash in the pan."

"Under Mr. Ke, I'm afraid I can't hold on for half a second."

Yan Buping's eyes were far away, and he stood proudly with his hands behind his back.

The faint words, with a bit of preaching, slowly rang out.

Several old men beside him nodded and agreed.

"It's worthy of being Mr. Yan, and his eyes are as bright as a torch."

"A glance can tell the reality of the witch."

"A few words made me even more incisive and pointed out where the witch's life gate was."

"If we want to catch up with Mr. Yan in our martial arts attainments, we will probably have no hope in this life."

The other masters laughed, and their words were full of flattery.

The words of injustice seem to be very helpful to these compliments.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but the arrogance on his old face was extremely distinct.

"Worksome practice, don't think about catching up with whom or surpassing him all day long."

"After all, there are differences between humans and talent. Some people may only be able to compare with you for the rest of your life."

"So, as long as you can surpass yourself every day."

"I often say these words to Mr. Ke." Yan Bubu replied lightly.

"So that's it. No wonder Mr. Ke has made great progress in his strength in recent years. It turns out that he has received guidance from Mr. Yan. We have also received teachings~" The other masters and old men clasped their fists to show respect.

"Okay, let's talk about cultivation when you have time. Now, let's take a look at how Mr. Ke will abuse the Truman witch." Yan Buping stroked his beard and said calmly.

There was a little bit of pretentiousness in his words and deeds.

Bang ~

At this time, Ke Zhe's heavy punch and Meng Wanyu's palm technique finally met.

There was only a dull roar, as if a muffled thunder exploded.

Ke Zhe, who was sure to win, turned red at the time and a mouthful of blood instantly sprayed.

Then, the whole person was slapped away by Meng Wanyu with a palm.

"What?"

"This...how is this possible?"

Seeing such a scene, my eyes were almost glaring.

The old face was as blue as if it was slapped on the face.

The other masters were also shocked immediately.

"Old Yan, what's going on?"

"Didn't you say that Mr. Ke can torture and kill the Truman witch?"

"What's wrong? Is this a failure?"

This question was unfair and embarrassing.

"It must be Ke Zhe's carelessness."

"The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength."

"You should also learn from this." Yan Buping replied calmly.

"Witch, how dare you hurt me?"

"Come again!"

At this time, Ke Zhe had already crawled out of the ground, spit out the blood in his mouth, and rushed up with his iron fist again.
To be continued...