Two old men appeared on the mountaintop behind Tang Fan.
The appearance of the two men formed a sharp contrast.
A thin body was lying on the stone. His clothes were in rags and covered with dust. He looked like he hadn't taken a bath for a long time.
His hair was as long as a haystack, and a dusty sparrow shuttled back and forth among the hair, constantly picking at lice.
He also held a wine gourd in his hand and was pouring wine into his mouth.
The other one is still thin, but very tall.
He stands proudly on the top of the mountain, wearing a green shirt, with long hair pulled up, and his whole body is clean and tidy, without a trace of dirt.
This person has an immortal demeanor and extraordinary aura, giving people an unfathomable feeling.
When did these two people show up?
Or are they already here?
Tang Fan's eyes swept back and forth between the two of them, his mind spinning rapidly.
If it's the former, it's better to accept it.
Because Tang Fan had been studying the boxing techniques before, he didn't feel anyone coming, so it was considered normal.
But if it's the latter, that's terrible.
Tang Fan obviously used his spiritual consciousness to explore this small island countless times, but did not find their existence.
What does this mean?
Hidden master, real master!
Thinking of this, Tang Fan took a closer look and was even more shocked.
There was actually no fluctuation in the cultivation level of these two people.
The lack of fluctuations in cultivation does not mean that they have no cultivation.
It can only be said that their cultivation level has reached a level that Tang Fan cannot explore.
A master who can retract and release freely no longer needs to emit breath to scare his opponent...
Thinking of this, Tang Fan calmed down and gave up all defenses.
What a joke, facing such a master, how can you be so defensive?
One could kill him, let alone two.
Tang Fan clasped his fists and bowed: "I don't know that the two seniors are here to clean up, so I have no intention of disturbing you. Please forgive me, seniors!"
Neither of them spoke, and they clearly had no breath, but Tang Fan felt tremendous pressure.
These two old guys are better at pretending than Tang Tianhai!
Tang Fan was heartbroken and continued: "This junior has encountered a bottleneck in his practice, thank you senior for your guidance!"
The sloppy old man poured another glass of wine into his mouth and said drunkenly: "Although your magical power is strong, you only understand its shape but not its meaning. You are really stupid!"
"I see that you have quite a lot of talent, but you are a stinky person and full of impetuousness. You obviously have special skills, but you have no boxing intention!"
"Why do you practice magical powers?"
"Is it just to look cool to pick up girls?"
"..."
Tang Fan looked embarrassed, and the old man's words were so precise that they were heartbreaking!
"Whether it's one punch or ten punches, if you continue to practice like this, even if you develop a hundred magical powers, it will only be superficial and useless!"
The sloppy old man became more and more angry as he talked, and his recumbent body suddenly floated up, like a reclining Buddha, straight towards Tang Fan.
He held the wine gourd in one hand and raised it slowly with the other hand.
While punching, he also took the opportunity to take a sip of wine.
His movements were very slow, so slow that Tang Fan could see every tiny movement of his fingers making fists.
Even his throat where he swallowed the drink could be seen clearly...
But precisely because it is slow, it is extremely fast!
Because, to be extremely fast is to be slow.
By the time Tang Fan reacted, the old man's dirty, thin and small fist, which looked like a donkey dung egg, had already swung towards his chest.
Tang Fan quickly made a fist to block it, but before he could hold it up, the old man's small fist hit him in the chest.
"Bang!"
"ah!"
Tang Fan felt like his body was shaking, and his internal organs seemed to explode. There was a roar in his ears, and he flew out.
He obviously didn't feel much strength, but he just couldn't control himself and flew backwards.
Even if he wanted to stabilize his body, he couldn't.
It seems powerless, but it is overwhelming.
"Bang!"
Tang Fan's body hit the deep pit on the mountain wall hard.
That hole was the one he smashed before.
Tang Fan was hit so hard that stars appeared in his eyes. This was a treatment he had never suffered since his physical foundation was established.
You know, he is now in the body of Nascent Soul!
Fortunately, he is the Nascent Soul in the flesh, otherwise, he would have been shattered to pieces.
On the top of the mountain in the distance, the old man in green shirt watched this scene motionless, without even blinking.
Tang Fan raised his head among the gravel dust and saw that the sloppy old man had floated in front of him at some point.
He still maintained a reclining position, opened his mouth, and poured wine...
A mouthful of big yellow teeth made Tang Fan feel sick to his stomach.
"forward……"
Tang Fan opened his mouth to say something, but unexpectedly the old man's dirty little fist was raised again.
"No……"
Tang Fan watched helplessly as the dark fist struck his chest with a slower movement.
Just like children playing with each other, tap lightly.
His punches didn't have any fancy movements or any shadows, but they seemed to possess magic power. Wherever the punch landed, he was invincible.
"boom……"
Although it was a light knock, it was like an overwhelming force, and Tang Fan's body hit the stone wall behind him again.
"Bang!"
This loud noise was even louder than before, and the whole hill shook.
"Idiot, why don't you hide..."
The old man chuckled, which was very annoying.
"ah!"
Tang Fan roared in the deep pit. He had not felt so aggrieved for a long time.
"Little old man, you are going too far!"
"His grandma, I'm afraid of you if you treat me as a young master!"
"Look at the punch!"
Tang Fan's fighting spirit was aroused, and he flew out of the dust. His cultivation level exploded, and he punched the old man directly.
Although it is only one punch, it combines all the attack attributes of the Seven-Style Shengang Fist.
The sound of breaking through the air came out, as if the void was torn apart, and the shadow of the fist filled the sky, completely wrapping the sloppy old man.
The surrounding air was filled with elements such as wind, fire, thunder and lightning, like a whirlpool, about to swallow up the old man.
The eyes of the old man in green shirt on the top of the mountain finally changed, and he seemed to show appreciation.
But this change only lasted a moment, and his face returned to its previous aloof and calm state.
"Bang!"
The shadow of the fist disappeared, and Tang Fan's iron fist hit the old man's chest.
However, the old man seemed to have no sense at all and was still suspended there, lifting the jug and pouring the wine...
This punch seemed to hit cotton.
He clearly hit his opponent, but it seemed like he missed the target.
Tang Fan's brute strength turned into nothingness on the old man's body.
"this……"
Tang Fan's eyes widened, he was a monster.
What kind of cultivation is he!
Could it be that he is a master of Zhang Badao's level, or even more powerful than Zhang Badao?
"It's a little itchy..."
Tang Fan watched helplessly as the old man raised his little black hand, gently held his wrist and rubbed it hard on his chest, as if he was scratching an itch.
Then, Tang Fan saw that his hand turned black and was covered with a layer of putty...
"You are sick!"
Tang Fan was very angry and quickly retracted his hand, making a fist again and punching him.
He didn't believe that he couldn't hurt the old man.
This punch was even more violent than the one just now. The punch was powerful, the shadow of the punch was heavy, and it was dazzling.
The old man seemed to be aware of the power of the punch, and he opened his mouth and spit out a breath of alcohol.
"puff!"
The wine in his mouth was so hot that it ignited instantly when it hit the air, turning Tang Fan's fist shadow into nothingness.
"boom!"
Tang Fan's punch disappeared, not even touching the old man's clothes.
"You still don't understand..."
"Watch it!"
The old man shook his head, raised his little black fist again, and swung it slowly.
Tang Fan understood that the old man was enlightening him.
He did not dare to feel any more contempt or anger, and immediately held his breath and stared at his fist motionlessly, his eyes flashing purple.
This punch looks soft and soft, with no strength or speed...
There was no punching force, no punching shadow, just a small black fist, which hit him in an ordinary way.
However, there is some kind of wonderful coercion in this ordinary thing.
Tang Fan unconsciously felt the power of destroying heaven and earth.
This power made him feel in awe, as if he couldn't even think of resisting.
It seems that only by being obedient can one follow the punch's will.
As long as there is resistance in the heart, it will be wiped away by the fist.
The whole world seems to be decided by this fist.
A punch represents heaven and earth.
With one punch, all living beings will worship you!