I never thought that today I would appear as a protector and plan to do harm to me.
"Hey, do you want to tear it up yourself or should I help you?"
The old sleeping monster walked forward with drowsy eyes and said: "China is big, but it is also small."
"Except for the six of us old antiques, the only ones who can reach the semi-immortal realm are..."
"Well, let me do the math, it's only one, two, three, four, five. No, there are only four."
He muttered: "Old Sun Tou died in March last year."
"Blind Tong is in retreat. He is about to fully understand the way of heaven and break through the seventeenth level of martial arts. He has no time to do such boring things."
"Furthermore, as a protector, he is blind."
"As for Ding Laizi, Lan Pozi and Laofengtou."
"Cripple Ding has bad legs and feet, so he staggers when he walks. Your legs are sound, and you can walk on the stairs as if you were walking on flat ground."
"Lady Lan is a girl, fat and fat, hahaha, you can't be her."
"Then all that's left is the old grave mound."
The sleeping old man calculated and deliberated with great interest: "Old Fengtou is a sinister and despicable person, and he always likes to cause trouble. He looks down on the protectors, and he even disdains the agreement of the Six Meridians."
"He deliberately provoked us, well, he did it with his temper."
As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and punched out: "Is it the old graveyard? This punch will give me the answer."
Before the person moves, the fist is already in the air.
Its figure flickered on the spot one after another, then disappeared with a bang.
"boom."
Waves of air fell from the sky, covering the sky and the earth, covering me and suppressing me constantly.
The steps under my feet were cracked, causing acrid smoke.
I raised my hand to greet him without taking a step back.
"Boom."
The collision of fists and palms caused the sleeping monster to appear half a meter in front of me.
But at the next moment, his lazy and casual attitude suddenly restrained, and he said in a frightened voice: "You..."
I leaned forward and stepped forward, my wrists trembling as I said, "You are no match for me. I won't hurt you because of some fate."
“Ding-deng-deng.”
The old sleeping monster raised its head and retreated, its face turned earth-colored.
A hundred meters away, he stabilized his body, wiped away the scarlet that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You are not Laofengtou, that old thief is not as good as me."
"And you, you are a real seventeenth level martial artist."
As soon as the sleeping old man finished speaking, the long-haired old man holding the jade flute exclaimed: "Seventeenth level of force, no, how could it be like this?"
The other four old men looked at each other, and they all saw shock in each other's eyes.
The sleeping monster bent over and coughed, spitting out bloody phlegm and said: "Damn it, I have to change my impatient and bad temper. It's always thankless, oh, it hurts."
He rubbed his right hand and gasped repeatedly: "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front, and the waves in front die on the beach."
"There was Su Xinglan who was so talented that he almost surpassed us old immortals and became the pinnacle of Chinese martial arts."
"Later..."
He rolled his eyes straight, looked at my hands and said with a smile: "You have tender skin and tender flesh. If you weren't deliberately pretending, your actual age is younger than Su Xinglan."
"But there's something wrong with the smell on you."
"How to describe it?"
He touched his chin, lowered his head and meditated: "The moment you took action, there was a demonic aura, no, no, a demonic aura."
