Looking at Guan Yichen with a half-smile but not a smile, Zhang Chenghu raised the corners of his mouth with a sick look. Compared with the domineering him in the past, this man has gone through many vicissitudes. However, even so, those eyes have not changed much. Still arrogant, still domineering, his clean-shaven beard glowed with a light blue color, and his almost bald hairstyle also made him lose the shiny feeling of the past.
He was sitting in a wheelchair, looking very calm. From his slightly cloudy eyes, there was no trace of any disturbance. The two people looked at each other, looking like a pair of close friends who had not seen each other for many years, rather than a mortal enemy.
"I didn't expect you to be hiding here,"
After a long while, Guan Yichen, who was standing across from him with his hands behind his back, uttered a sentence lightly. As he spoke, the iron fan in his hand had been slowly opened. The metal material of unknown origin made a clear and soft sound, hanging down. The hair on the side of the ear also danced gently.
"Yeah, I didn't expect that I'm still alive," Zhang Chenghu smiled strangely and stared at Guan Yichen with his kind eyes.
"What are you so proud of? I can kill you right now," Guan Yichen said arrogantly after looking at him with a half-smile.
Zhang Chenghu's expression changed when he heard this. At this moment, Old Feng actually spoke, "If you want to kill him, you always have to ask us old immortals. Even if you have great abilities, you can bring a few people with you." A young person comes here and wants to kill everyone. I don’t think it’s that easy,”
Taking a step forward, Old Feng stood in front of Zhang Chenghu, with the breeze blowing, his white hair a little forlorn, but judging from his expression, he was still very proud.
"Old Feng, be careful yourself,"
Zhang Chenghu felt heavy after hearing this. At this moment, Qiao Sanhuai, the iron-armed mantis, had already helped him up from the wheelchair. When he saw him squatting down and carrying Brother Hu on his back, Fangqing also followed the others and stepped back. After a whistle, dozens of ferocious-looking soul-suppressing boys rushed out, stopped at a distance, and in an instant surrounded the two people.
Looking at those ugly little guys, Guan Yichen's expression also changed. Others didn't know what they were, but he couldn't name them. He was worried about these little things that were full of poison. Unexpectedly, Lao Feng, who was also under siege, curled up his lips and smiled strangely.
The deep wrinkles moved slightly, and Old Feng's drooped eyelids slowly raised, "I've seen you before, you are the Qinglong Guan Yichen, right?"
"Exactly," the head of the Guan family nodded slightly with a slight nod.
"I heard that you are a disciple of Taoist Master Yunlong on Wudang Mountain, but it's true," Old Feng nodded and added.
"That's right," Guan Yichen nodded again after hearing this.
"So, how much have you learned from his Hundred Fire Palms," Old Feng said, gradually becoming excited, and the old man's unique complacency was quietly replaced by a slightly crazy smile.
Seeing the cold light flashing in his eyes, Guan Yichen smiled and said, "I'm not good at academics. I only know a little bit about it. Now I have at most the seventh-level power of my master. Compared with you, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the Dharma."
As Guan Yichen spoke, he seemed to be smiling but not smiling. His warm smile was very much like the humble gentleman depicted in poems and songs, elegant and free from dust, as gentle as jade.
"Seventy percent, that's quite a lot. The Hundred Lie Palm struck people from a distance, and the Shocking Palm struck an ox across the mountain. No wonder you're still so calm now. I didn't expect that you really have the ability to kill people instantly... I I believe your skills are extraordinary, but now is not the time to give up. If I don't stay here, Ahu is destined to die. In this case, I can't leave."
Old Feng said, sighing slightly, "Time is not forgiving, I am indeed old now,"
"You are too modest," Guan Yichen said, still with that kind of faint smile that could not tell his thoughts, but compared to the past, this time he spoke a little more: "You are Feng Bohai, nicknamed Li Di King Kong, the number one master of Baji Quan. When I was young, my teacher often mentioned you. Unexpectedly, you were also working hard for him. Senior, I have heard some things about you. Guan has always admired you as a person. Between you and me, There is no big grudge between us, there are too many things involved in this matter, and I hope you will not interfere,"
"Haha, that's easy to say. There's a saying you haven't heard before." Hearing what he said very politely, Uncle Feng laughed to the sky. Then he slowly rolled up his sleeves and said to him, "You're a fool. Everyone knows that you, Qinglong Guan Yichen, are the number one master in Han Ling. Some people say that you are an unparalleled talent that has existed in the land of China for more than three hundred years. When I was young, I had several fights with your master, and his Hundred Lies Palm was really good. Mysterious, I have not understood it until today. I am not young anymore. If I can learn this unique skill in my lifetime, my journey in this world will not be in vain."
As Old Feng spoke, he took two steps forward. His old eyes became gleaming at the steps under his feet. Seeing that his whole body was filled with true energy, he stepped out and all the green bricks where he landed cracked. Even a legendary figure like him couldn't help but be speechless.
It is not difficult to crush blue bricks, but to crush them at zero distance requires skills beyond what ordinary people can imagine. What's even more powerful is that when walking, Old Feng As usual, the two feet wearing cloth shoes did not make any movement at all. From this point of view, when this Vajra stood there, it really hit the three-point mark like a nail.
"I have to beat him," he looked at him with squinted eyes. A wry smile appeared on Guan Yichen's charming face. Now, he really has no interest in fighting with others unless he has to. There are twenty people in the world. It has been a few years, and now he has long lost his competitive innocence, but Lao Feng is different. He has kept a low profile for so long, and he really wants to compete with this junior.
"Stop looking and go quickly," Jianqiao Sanhuai Sanbu turned around and looked around frequently. Fangqing, who was following them, reminded them. In fact, it was not only him who was worried about Lao Feng, but also the cruel Zhang Chenghu. The abnormal man also felt palpitations. Going back twenty years, Lao Feng was definitely a big shot with few rivals in the world. His open-door Bajiquan was so perfect that even a big shot like Wudang Taoist leader Zhong Liancheng would give him three points. .
But it's different now. He's older. As the saying goes, people don't rely on their muscles and bones for strength. No matter how powerful they were back then, they will eventually lose to time. Facing Guan Yichen, who is recognized as the number one master, Lao Feng himself knew what to do. What are the consequences? However, he chose to die generously and paid the price of his life for the kindness he had done many years ago.