He really couldn't imagine that these two old men, who were almost three hundred years old together, could still maintain such physical strength and such profound light skills.

I'm afraid that even Lan Yutang, who is known as the world's No. 1 light skill phoenix wings, can't reach this realm.

Although he sneered at the notoriety left by the two people in the rivers and lakes in the past, but now he has to look at their light work differently, and even admire it.

It is no wonder that the two of them were able to become famous in the rivers and lakes as early as fifty years ago, so that the so-called famous and decent people on the rivers and lakes talked about it.

The two mysterious old men were running on the rock wall above their heads with extremely profound light skills, but they were still fighting and scolding each other.

The old man who walked in front of him always said "haha" when he spoke, that is, the old man who claimed to be the master of the Pure Land of Bliss with a calm and ethereal voice.

Then, he jumped into the swallow's three falling waves, and at the moment when he was about to land on the stone wall, he suddenly turned over with his strength, and his body landed steadily on a rock ten zhang away, hanging upside down.

There is almost no interval between this series of movements, and it is completely smooth in one breath, and the body footwork is steady, and the posture is extremely beautiful, like a perched bat.

This seems to be the long-lost top light skill in the rivers and lakes, "the withered pine hangs upside down against the cliff".

A good withered pine hangs upside down against the cliff.

Seeing this, even Lan Yutang, who has always been conceited in light work, couldn't help but applaud and said loudly: It's really light work.

Hearing Lan Yutang's cheers below, the old man with a calm and ethereal voice immediately showed a happy face, and performed harder on it.

He even laughed at the old man who had been hovering behind him with a voice as sharp as pig iron, and made a very provocative gesture.

I saw that his running body suddenly stopped on the protruding stone wall, and then, with the stone wall as the center, he suddenly spun the raised foot to the side, and the whole person turned around twice like a spinning top.

Then, an eagle struck the sky and flew flat towards another protruding rock.

This trick relies on the control of strength and lightness of the body, and if there is a slight mistake, it will fall from above and shatter its bones.

Seeing this, Lan Yutang almost forgot to cheer, his eyes were straight, and he looked at the two of them blankly, not knowing whether to applaud or be surprised.

As a result, he was stunned below, but the old man who was performing vigorously above had a calm and ethereal voice, like an old fairy in heaven, was not happy.

He hung there with his feet upside down, suddenly sank his face, pointed at Lan Yutang and scolded loudly: "Oh, you bastard, why don't you applaud, isn't my kung fu good?"

At this moment, although Lan Yutang was already sore and weak, he still kept nodding and said in a daze: Good, good, really good, really good.

Seeing this, another old man with a voice as sharp as pig iron seemed to be not to be outdone.

He was also hanging upside down on the edge of a protruding rock not far from Lan Yutang, and smiled at the old man with a calm and elegant voice:

Bragging, not ashamed, not ashamed, if even your three-legged cat kung fu can be called good, then, my kung fu can simply go to heaven.

You, you, you are really Wang Po selling melons, not only boasting but also being very shameless, and he is embarrassed to argue that he is not thick-skinned.

Hearing this, the old man, whose voice was calm and ethereal, immediately stopped, and then, with his legs wrapped around one of the protruding stones, shook it back and forth, like a snake tangled in it.

Then, turning around, he grimaced at the mysterious man whose voice was as sharp as pig iron, and even put his hands to his mouth as a child did when he was naughty, grabbed it in the air, and stuck out his tongue and said:

Haha, as long as you can, you can do it, even if you can go to heaven, but, my kung fu is also higher than you, Wang Po sells melons, sells herself and boasts, that's because her melons are really good, hum, what's the matter, are you not convinced?

And the old man, whose voice was as sharp as pig iron, played even better.

I saw him cling to a small protruding rock with one hand, and hooking another large protruding rock with one foot, and hung there sideways.

He looked like an apron that had just been washed and hung on a rope.

I saw that he easily spat at the old man with a calm and ethereal voice, and then, with a smile, said with a gloomy face:

Hehe, say you're shameless, you're really shameless, I exposed the lie just now, I didn't know how to blush, I look at you, you're really old and not ashamed to be a ghost. Phew.

As he spoke, he even spat on it to show his disdain.

As he hung upside down, a long beard obscuring half of his face and fluttering in the wind as his body swayed back and forth.

And the spit he spat just now didn't know if it was because he didn't use enough force and the target was inaccurate, so not only did he not spit it out, but he spit on his own beard that happened to float over.

Under the effect of spittle, his long supple and flowing beard immediately tangled together, sticky and thick, like a mess of glue sticked.

The spit that was fired missed and there was a misfire, so the mysterious man with a voice as sharp as pig iron was a little angry, and the clothes on his body fluttered and cheered as he moved on the rock face.

Then, he pursed his lips again, and said angrily: Hehe, I know you are not convinced, but you can't be convinced, you are not as good as people, people are high and low, and of course there are high and low kung fu?

As he spoke, the mysterious man with a voice as sharp as pig iron had now moved in the exact opposite direction to the one just now, hanging there with his feet upside down like a perched bat, and then, like a naughty child, he put his hands on his upper and lower eyelids and mouth, and made a grimace at the mysterious man whose voice was as sharp as pig iron, and made a purring sound.

Not only that, but he even unbuttoned his trousers, turned his body upside down, and patted his almost shriveled ass at the mysterious man with a voice as sharp as pig iron, and said proudly:

Hehe, rare, rare, it's so rare, I didn't expect that you old immortal ghost thing is already so old, you don't even know whether everyone's kung fu is high or low, it's really laughing to death.

Speaking of this, he even sighed and said: Alas, I really don't know how you survived at such an age. Sad, really sad, it's the sorrow of the rivers and lakes, and it's also your sorrow, after so many years, I'm actually on the same level as such an ignorant old thing, and I'm also sad.

Hearing this, the mysterious man with an ethereal and ethereal voice seemed to have been hit, and the hands and feet that were originally climbing on the cliff above Lan Yutang's head suddenly loosened, and then, the shriveled body fell upside down vertically, like a falling stone.

Seeing that his big head was about to hit the protruding rock in front of Lan Yutang, and hit the August watermelon to open the flower.

However, just when Shang Tianxiang was surprised, the top of the old man's head seemed to suddenly grow eyes and saw that something was wrong below, just when the stones in his head immediately collided with the antidote, he suddenly slapped his hands in the air, and then, with the help of the rebound force of the two palms hitting each other, he flipped in mid-air and made a 180-degree loop.

Then, the body changed direction, flew diagonally towards a rock not far away, and then, like a hollowed-out hemp bag, fell lightly on it, silently.

This seems to be Han Zhongli's light skill of stacking Arhats with his bare hands when he was drunk in the Eight Immortals.