He thought that it was the high priest of Mili who found him, but he never thought that it was Xiao Jiannan, who knew that he had rushed across the small wooden bridge last night and killed him with a knife! But why did Hu Xiaoci's reaction be so strong this time? Xiao Jiannan's aura has changed, it is definitely not because he has learned the evil art of exorcism that can change so much, even Ma Fuxiang felt the aura on his body just now, what is going on?

Could it be that he was the one who called his name last night?

"Boy, do you want Wang Zunbi? Or do you want to chase your big enemy? Ma Fuxiang looked at him with a smile and said.

Ma Chengfeng could only watch Xiao Jiannan's obscene figure gradually disappear into the wilderness.

"Remember the gentleman's covenant you and I just had? Hehe...... Come on, let the old monk see, how many catties does the grandson of the ghost hand thief have? Ma Fuxiang, the enemy of 10,000 people, was not happy to fight just now, and Chong Chengfeng hooked his fingers.

This should be put in normal times, when he fights with a young man in an octogenarian, he will definitely be said by outsiders to be Ma Chengfeng bullying the old man, but this old man is too powerful, even if he invites Nalan Hong, he may not dare to despise an opponent like him! Once upon a time, the people of Jianghu were proud to be able to fight with Ma Fuxiang, and Cheng Feng was the same, in his heart, this old-timer was a god-like existence, and today he was finally fortunate to have a trick with him, and he must have benefited a lot!

"Have you ever heard a sentence from your predecessors? Fist is afraid of being less strong! You said three tricks to knock me to the ground, hum...... It's big, right? Do you dare to make three and a half moves? "Ma Chengfeng is also unproductive, and he even wants to ask for half a trick when he opens his mouth.

"Hey...... It makes no difference whether it's one move or three moves, boy, the old monk will never let you look at your grandfather's face, you can polish these two tricks! Ma Fuxiang suddenly raised his right foot and slammed it to the ground.

He is Taishan Beidou in the Kanto thief door, he knows better than anyone how many extra-road skills there are in the thief door, he has also practiced thousands of miles and a night, although he has not practiced because of his impetuousness, but he knows how to restrain this peerless light skill. His internal cultivation has reached the point of perfection, and no one in the world dares to match it, this foot is like a thousand heavy burdens, suddenly, the earth shakes, and the whole mountain is shaking slightly, as if it is an earthquake of five or six magnitudes.

Ma Chengfeng himself is very good in his heart, no matter what kind of hard kung fu you have, I am good at light skills, when I see the moves, I only dodge but do not work, and the three rounds will pass in a moment, and you have to hand over Wang Zunbi. He didn't expect Ma Fuxiang to suddenly make such a move. No matter how good your light skills are, any light skills must depend on your basic skills in zama steps, and your feet are as steady as Mount Tai to exert your strength again. His feet trembled like this, his feet were unsteady, and it was difficult for him to shake his amazing steps.

In just a moment, Ma Fuxiang's iron fist buzzed down with a strong wind towards the door in front of him, if this punch hit, it would really be a response to the Northeast dialect. "You can't even buckle your brain into the wall." Ma Chengfeng saw that this posture was not good, he had an idea, his body flicked up, and he hit the air horizontally, first dodging the iron fist of ten thousand enemies, and then kicked his left leg in mid-air and kicked it directly on the old man's chest.

The old man didn't hide, he just ate his heavy leg so hard, at the beginning, Ma Chengfeng felt a little sorry for others, they are all in their eighties, can this old bone be able to bear to kick himself? If he really kicks and fractures, he can't afford it, this old man is a living fossil on the rivers and lakes, and if it is spread out, his sin will be great.

But that is, the moment the thought flashed in his heart, the touch on the soles of his feet seemed to kick on a thick steel plate, the old man's chest was hard, and he pushed him forward with the momentum of rushing forward, and saw Ma Chengfeng's weak body flying out heavily, what an invulnerable golden bell hood iron cloth shirt!

But this can be regarded as a blessing in disguise for Ma Chengfeng, just now he couldn't exert his strength to perform light skills, and this time he was pushed out by the internal strength of ten thousand enemies, and his body was suspended in mid-air, just right to use Yan Fei Chaoyang. Ma Chengfeng turned his whole body true qi, reversing the airflow from top to bottom, and in the process of falling, his toes paddled against the back wall, and he jumped up again, his light body was like a swift flying in mid-air.

"Senior, it's a turn!" Ma Chengfeng's vigorous figure shuttled through the small temple, and the speed was so fast that it was almost difficult to capture with the naked eye.

Just now, Ma Fuxiang's right foot stepped down heavily, and stepped out of a big pit on the big bluestone ground under his feet, and countless gravel bounced up in the pit, Ma Fuxiang shouted: "Hmph...... Boy, you're in for a treat! He still used the lion's roar to shout angrily, and the powerful voice flew the countless small pebbles picked up in front of him, and the small pebbles flew in the direction of Ma Chengfeng under the impact of the powerful cyclone.

These small stones, the small ones are as big as the nose of a needle, and the big ones are the size of the small cloth nail cover, don't look at the volume, how can the internal strength of Naima Fuxiang be too strong, the speed of the small stones flying out is also fast, each one is like a bullet, ordinary people encounter it is estimated that they don't even have a chance to dodge, and they will be beaten into a sieve in an instant.

"Huh?" Ma Chengfeng, who was in mid-air, secretly said that something was wrong, and hurriedly opened the ghost pupil. The dark green light of the ghost pupil instantly engulfed his pupils, and the pupils dilated little by little, which allowed his vision to increase thousands of times in an instant, as if it was a high-speed camera, the "camera" slowed down the lens zoom, and all the scenes in front of him became extremely slow.

A ...... Two ...... Three ...... Fortunately, he had these ghost pupils, otherwise, the countless small pebbles in front of him would have been less than a few feet away from him! Ma Chengfeng's body seemed to stay in mid-air, he drew out the Seven Star Blade, and with a few swords, he slashed all the small stones that were going to be close to him to pieces.

This posture of opening the ghost pupil is the most exhausting, and he will only use it when he is forced to do so, he escaped a catastrophe, quickly closed the ghost pupil, and after landing, he rubbed his eyes, and the pain in his eyes was hot, and he was too concentrated to observe just now, and it seems that he can't open the ghost pupil again in a day. In his naked eyes, Cheng Feng's body was suspended in mid-air, and then a few silver lights flashed, and then he saw Ma Chengfeng landing unscathed, and then the small stones in mid-air turned into countless stone chips that were scattered by the autumn wind.

"Yo, two hits? Hehe...... I can't imagine that I can have two tricks at a young age, not bad, yes, you are the fourth! Ma Fuxiang gave him a thumbs up.

(End of chapter)