Zu Qianqiu looked at Mo Yuan, his eyes were shocked and suspicious. The boy didn't look big, but he followed him from Luoyang City until he was discovered by himself. His kung fu was definitely not a small matter.

"Is Mo Yuan right? I'm asking myself that I have never had any grudges and entanglements with the Huashan Sect. You are here to come and don't know what's going on?" Zu Qianqiu asked.

Mo Yuan smiled again and said, "My man heard that the Yellow River Ancestor is famous in Kaifeng. Mo has just left the world. Since he met Mr. Zu, he wanted to ask for advice from him."

"You're just a first out of the world?"

Upon hearing this, Zu Qianqiu frowned tightly and said, "Since that's the case, why do you have to make things difficult for me? It's not the way for the people of the Jianghu to make enemies with me for no reason."

The older the world, the less courageous he is. Although Zu Qianqiu is proud of his good skills, he is unwilling to mess with this young man who is unknown. If he wins, he will get involved in the Huashan Sect and loses. Besides, he has important things to do here, so it is not appropriate to cause trouble.

"It's not that I'm in a dilemma with Mr. Zu, it's just a temporary skill itch."

Seeing Zu Qianqiu being long-winded, Mo Yuan simply inserted his sword into the ground and bowed, "My friend is a junior, so he took action first, Mr. Zu, please!"

He didn't necessarily say anything, he rushed forward with a quick step. He had a deep internal force. When the two saw a distance of four or five feet, they raised their fists and smashed them towards Zu Qianqiu on their heads.

Bad luck!

When Zu Qianqiu saw the boxing posture, he immediately cursed in his heart.

As soon as an expert takes action, he knows if there is any. Before his fist has arrived, a domineering fist wind comes towards him, forcing Zu Qianqiu to almost breathe. He still doesn't know that he has met a master.

But after all, it was the old man, but he saw him take a long breath, twisting his hands, trying to grab Mo Yuan's hand and remove the force of the fist.

Who would have thought that as soon as he grabbed Mo Yuan's arm with both hands, Mo Yuan's fist shook, and a powerful internal force immediately surged out of his arms, which shocked Zu Qianqiu and stepped back four or five steps in a row, his face flushed.

Seeing this, Mo Yuan did not pursue the victory and said with a smile: "Mr. Zu, please do your best. If you keep your hand, you will be injured later. No wonder Mo is wrong."

His punch had only used 50% of the force, but he didn't expect that Zu Qianqiu could not even catch this.

Zu Qianqiu let out a long breath of white energy and vomited from his nose, which showed his extremely brilliant internal skills.

After exhaling, the flush on his face disappeared. He looked at Mo Yuan with a serious expression and said, "Your Excellency is young and has a lot of skills, but you are no longer inferior to Zu. Huashan has such a person. It's ridiculous that Zu is ignorant and has not yet known it until now."

"Mr. Zu, I'm sorry." Mo Yuan smiled indifferently and stood with his hands behind his back, but he looked like Zu Qianqiu took action first.

Poor Zu Qianqiu is in his early fifties this year, so how could he stand the provocation of younger generations like this? He saw his sleeves tremble and a steel folding fan appeared.

With a 'smash', the folding fan opened, and the top of each fan bone was shining with a cold light, and it was a Qimen weapon that had been opened.

"See the trick!"

Zu Qianqiu shouted angrily, and the fine steel folding fan in his hand made four magic tricks in the sun, each attacking Mo Yuan from different directions, and it was difficult to distinguish between true and false.

"Hahaha, it's a good place!"

Looking at such exquisite skills, Mo Yuan laughed loudly, Hunyuan's strength drove over his arms, and his fists faintly showed a jade-white color. He punched it out and took Zu Qianqiu's head.

This kid!

Zu Qianqiu's mouth twitched. He had just learned about the punching force. He was about to hit it firmly. His forehead was not yet a rotten watermelon. He didn't want to die together...

As soon as he thought of this, he didn't care about attacking Mo Yuan. Four stainless steel folding fans gathered together and faced Mo Yuan straight.

when!

The extremely sharp folding fan collided with the flesh fist and made a loud noise. However, Mo Yuan's fist was unharmed, and Zu Qianqiu's mouth was covered with blood, and he was shocked by Mo Yuan's fist.

"This is... this is Huashan Broken Jade Fist?!" Zu Qianqiu looked at Mo Yuan's white jade-colored fist and asked in disbelief.

"Mr. Zu has good eyesight." Mo Yuan nodded.

"The Five Mountains Sword Sect, the Five Mountains Sword Sect, Huashan has such boxing techniques, so what is the Sword Sect called..." Zu Qianqiu murmured to himself.

He has been in the world for many years and has seen most of the martial arts of various schools and sects. He has also heard of the reputation of the Nine Kung Fu in Huashan. However, in the past, he only thought that the Nine Kung Fu in Huashan was all made up for the numbers. The real power of Huashan was the swordsmanship. Unexpectedly, when he saw it today, he was very wrong!

In fact, it is not his fault. Who made the Huashan Sect masters die? Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze rarely go down the mountain to walk. The people in the martial arts world have no mistakes in the impression that Huashan only has sword techniques.

In fact, the power of the broken jade fist alone is not so strong, and it cannot resist the sharp steel folding fan at all. However, it is the Hunyuan skill that Mo Yuan practices, and is cultivated both inside and outside, with the blessing of Hunyuan Power. Only by resisting the steel folding fan can the broken jade fist open mountains and crack stones, and it will be invincible.

"I have heard that Liu Zhengfeng, the Uncle Liu of Hengshan Sword Sect, fell into Wuyan with one sword. It was really a masterful sword technique. The ancestors divided the four fans, but they didn't give in too much." Mo Yuan praised.

"Isn't it still impossible to defeat your fist." Zu Qianqiu shook his head and smiled bitterly. His hand was already his ability. Unexpectedly, this kid did not dodge or avoid it and wanted to die with him.

However, he did not know that Hunyuan's merit was effective in protecting his body. Mo Yuan was hit by an iron rod every day since he was a child, and he never stopped in the cold and heat. At this point, ordinary swords could not pierce his body. This is also the reason why Mo Yuan dared not dodge or avoid, and only attack but not defend.

"Mr. Zu, let's come again." Mo Yuan raised his hand and said, "Only these two punches, he was not satisfied with it."

"Let's come again? I admit defeat, I admit defeat..." Zu Qianqiu said in panic. He was slightly injured with the punch just now. If he continued to hit it, it was definitely not good.

"Mr. Zu was joking. You are a senior. If you don't show your skills, what if you don't show it, Mo wants to learn more!" As he said that, Mo Yuan had already bullied himself and punched him again.

In desperation, Zu Qianqiu had to wave the steel fan to meet the enemy. However, he learned well-behavedly, but this time he did not fight head-on, but instead used various small techniques to wander around Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan didn't care. He was just looking for someone to learn about his skills and knew his shortcomings. Zu Qianqiu's wandering was just in line with his wishes. He no longer held back his hands, and he tried his best with every punch and palm. The vast fist wind blew around ten feet, and the dust was flying everywhere and the fallen leaves were floating around.

The more powerful his fist power, Zu Qianqiu became more and more miserable. Although he did not take it, the strong wind from the fist force forced his chest to become tight and he could not breathe.

After each punch, even if he was a world-class expert, he couldn't hold back his breath...

The more Mo Yuan fought, the more he became, the more he became more and more refreshed. When he was on the mountain, he dared not be so rude to Yue Buqun. The two of them usually only practice boxing skills and do not compete with internal strength.

In a blink of an eye, dozens of moves passed, and Mo Yuan's fist spirit surged upwards, and suddenly a long roar was whistling into the sky, like a tiger roaring a dragon roaring, and a punch hit the earth hard.

With a loud bang, there was a large pit of a half meter in radius on the earth. There were more than ten feet away from the pit, and there were dense cracks.

As for Zu Qianqiu, he had already been forced to fly away by the intention of fists.

"Hahahahahaha, Mr. Zu, thank you for accompanying Mo to practice boxing." Mo Yuan laughed at Zu Qianqiu, who was pale in the distance.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a sound of cloth tearing with "Puchi" and all the clothes on his upper body turned into pieces and fell to the ground, revealing his strong muscles, but because he used too much force and burst.
Chapter completed!