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"You said." Ming Fei's pupils suddenly shrunk, giving people-the vicious feeling of a huge beast coming down from the sky.

"That's not right!" I was stunned just now--I don't know when the sword-bearing young man woke up, or how long he listened, stood up and rushed to the old man and said, "No one counts, who I know how many tricks. Your old man will not eat this person's losses.

He also said something reasonable. The formula in martial arts is sometimes + several or even hundreds of moves in series, said to be ten moves, but-it must be ten moves.

The old man covered his face and said, "Ouch, the dog is ignorant, laughing at Fang's family, and the young man must make fun of him." At this time, everyone knew that the young man who was suitable for the old man's father and son relationship.

Mingfei really reveals-a dangerous smile.

"Master, rest assured that it is ten moves, it must be ten."

Speaking of body shape-Akira, the movement is exactly the same as before. The angle, orientation, and posture are exactly the same as before, and they are punched again.

However, this time, the sound of wind on the hand was suddenly a masterpiece, like a whistle tied to the hand. It was surprisingly loud.

"Ha ha ha, good job.

The old man also repeated his tricks, avoiding them with exactly the same moves as before.

\ '-Recruited!

Ming Fei really retracted his fist, the second punch was repeated, and the action was still the same. However, the strong wind and the loud wind were just the same as before.

"Good martial arts!" The old man avoided it again while talking.

The third, fourth and fifth punches are still the same.

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The action of teenagers and old people is as if-a template is carved out. The crowd was amazed and puzzled. But so right, if you take it seriously

Zurich inexplicably said: "Playboy, why do they act-look-look?"

Hua Feihua explained carefully for Zu Li, who did not understand martial arts, "Hehe, it may be stuck.

When the sixth punch came out, the strong fist can only be described as 'whistling past'. The people around him were already unstable, and Hua Feihua had to pull the two girls farther away.

During the seventh punch, the street vendors around were rolled up into the air, like a storm crossing, and the audience all escaped in shock. It is hard to imagine that the competition between the two was actually more difficult to imagine. The content of the competition between the two was still so monotonous.

At the eighth punch, the old man's smile was gone and his face was full of calm. The situation seemed to be so severe that it couldn't be resolved.

Ming Feizhen is also covered with white mist. The true power on the fist is more and more pervasive, and the expression on his face is more and more excited.

"Okay, take my punch.

The whistling fist did not reappear, but was replaced by a fist that seemed silent and slack.

The old man could not help but swell with shock.

Although the boy's movements are exactly the same every time, they often give people different feelings. Every punch is like a new use of internal power, which is the only feeling that can be understood by people who are close together.

Barely avoiding the ninth punch, the old man's forehead was sweating, showing the burden.

But the arrival of the tenth punch did not leave him any rest.

The punch had not yet come out, and the wind pressure had made it difficult for him to breathe.

In addition to the constantly changing internal force application. The most surprising thing about the young man is that his internal strength is endless. From the first punch to the present, he can't keep climbing and is ten times stronger than the first punch.

What's more, it doesn't need to do exercises to raise energy, it's as simple as drinking water and breathing.

Talented people come out on behalf of the Jiangshan people, but don't recognize old people.

The old man finally couldn't keep the dodge-like way of dodging. He flipped his head back and flipped his punch.

However, the pressure in the air that seemed to crush the crowd has not yet disappeared. The teenager did not stop, but still clenched his fists. In the eyes full of excitement, faint-silk red.

But the tenth-punch was not issued.

When Mingfei really forgot about the ten-trick agreement, suddenly a flower bloomed in front of her, and she saw Bai Bu flying around the sky, as if autumn leaves were falling. Pay close attention to it, only to know that the white cloth fragments wrapped around Ming Fei's head fell.

This means that when the old man dodged the tenth move, he launched a counterattack when he could not wait. He shattered his head in a clever way), but Ming Fei didn't even notice it.

Mingfei really stared blankly at the white cloth falling in front of her eyes, with-silk lost in her eyes.

The cynical voice of the old man passed into his ears.

"Uh ... the tenth trick. Your inner strength is yin and yang, the vastness is magnificent, the way is bright and upright. The internal skills learned should be the treasure of positive internal studies, the old man thought-think, to meet this condition Wu Gongfang's eyes are just two or three.

It's just that your fist style is still righteous at first, but in the last three fists, because of the eagerness to win, you have embarked on a fork. The radon in those three punches was fierce, and the husband was rare in his life. Young people have a bright future, so why are they contaminated with such vicious martial arts? Listen to the old man-sentence to persuade, turn back to shore.

Ming Fei is still stunned, and Hua Feihua's voice came: "What do you say, don't you want to confess it? Hey, don't forget the old guy, don't forget what you said. Look at you Come out of my brother's door? "

"Ah ha ha

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