The atmosphere was very tense, and the five strong bodyguards in black looked very unkind. When the girl heard Pang Feng's words, she suddenly laughed and said, "Hmph, you are right. All of them are from my family. You are a treacherous person. I'll ask you again, what is your purpose?"

"Uh..." Pang Feng was stunned, and then he suddenly realized that this was not a park at all, but a territory of a private villa. No wonder...

This is a bit embarrassing!

But at this moment, under such circumstances, Pang Feng had no chance of retreating. He immediately smiled faintly and said, "I told you that I saw that your sword dancing was interesting, so I came over and take a look. Think about it, if I didn't cough on purpose, you wouldn't have noticed me, right?

I have another meaning when I appear, that is, this old man has a lot of cultivation and wants to see something, that's all!"

"Wow, what a big tone!" the girl giggled, "Is my grandfather's ability that you can see just by wanting to see? Let me see how capable you are!"

After the girl said that, she used force under her feet, and a step was like Pang Feng rushing over. The steel sword in her hand suddenly stabbed towards Pang Feng along the potential energy of her body, and the momentum was extremely rapid.

Facing the other party's sudden thorn, Pang Feng immediately concentrated his mind. When the girl's moves suddenly seemed to be slow motion, and the flaws of the moves became extremely clear in Pang Feng's eyes.

Pang Feng stretched out a hand, and gently flicked his thumb and index finger, "Bang!" He banged his finger on the girl's sword. The girl felt that the hand holding the sword was violently vibrating, and the steel sword in her hand almost flew away.

Seeing this scene in the eyes of the old man with red face, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows suddenly and said, "Xiao Ting, you're about to retreat!"

The girl quickly retreated, feeling that one of her arms was still numb, and her eyes staring at Pang Feng showed shock.

The old man with red face waved his hand and said to several bodyguards: "You all retreat too!"

"This... the old general, you..."

"Everything comes back!"

"yes!"

Several bodyguards in black quickly retreated, hid in the pine and cypress trees, and soon disappeared without a trace.

The old man blushed bowed to Pang Feng and said, "This little brother is indeed a skill. I am polite. I am also a martial artsman. I have barely achieved some success in my life when practicing boxing. Today I will confirm it with my little brother."

After the old man finished speaking, he made a start-up gesture towards Pang Feng, and his whole body became very serious.

Pang Feng immediately concentrated his mind, because in an instant, he felt a very dangerous aura and immediately did not dare to be entrusted.

The old man stared at Pang Feng, and suddenly, his body shook, and his fist in his hand was thrown out in the air. In an instant, the shadows of fists all over the sky appeared in the air and all came towards Pang Feng.

He was indeed much stronger than the young girl, with solid internal strength and extremely fast attacks. Such an attack actually made Pang Feng feel a little threat.

However, it was just a little threat. The old man's boxing technique still had many fatal flaws in Pang Feng's eyes.

Immediately, Pang Feng was not in a hurry to take action, but instead took steps under his feet, first avoiding easily, then seized the opportunity and made a random palm.

In the air, the shadows of fists dissipated, and the palms of fists collided in the air, making a loud "boom!" sound. Pang Feng frowned slightly, but the old man with red face couldn't help but take a step back.

The old man's eyes were full of bright light and rushed towards Pang Feng again, and soon the two of them fought together.

The old man was very fast and powerful, and the boxing technique seemed to be very powerful because his fists were all in the sky.

Pang Feng's movements were very simple. His steps were easy, his hands were casual, either palms or punches. The battle between the two was no longer interrupted before, but the more they fought, the more exciting and the more intense the battle was.

"It's interesting, but the opponent is still a little weak!" Pang Feng said in his heart. This was his first time competing with someone, and he felt very novel and interesting.

"The opponent's aura seems a bit complicated and the flow is sluggish. It seems that his advantage should still be on spiritual power. The warrior's internal strength and spiritual power ratio are still not on the same level."

Spiritual power can only be obtained by tempering the essence of heaven and earth after thousands of tempering. Compared with spiritual power, internal power is like wine. Internal power is sweet potato brewed by local methods, while spiritual power is Maotai wine brewed by exquisite craftsmanship. This gap is too big.

Besides, the old man with red faces became more and more frightened as he fought. Because he expected Pang Feng's cultivation was very high, he did not hold back at all. He was his most proud "Thousand Hands Fist". This boxing technique pursues the ultimate speed and cannot be practiced without deep internal strength.

The martial arts of the world are only fast and cannot be broken. The old man with the red face has been defeated by this thousand-handed fist for his whole life, and there are countless masters who have been defeated by him.

But today, he attacked with all his strength, and faced a young man who seemed to be in his teens, he was completely at a disadvantage.

He felt that the other party had not done his best at all. He would take action and dodge at will, and he would be exhausted to deal with it.

"Drink!" He suddenly roared, his fists were blowing continuously, and the fist wind blew in the air. The fist shadow was like a tide in the sea, one wave rolling and one wave higher than the other, and the powerful pressure was pressing towards Pang Feng.

The old man with red face activated the internal force in his body to the extreme and used the "Thousand Hands Fist" trick "Thousand Hands Thousand Waves". Seeing this move, Pang Feng couldn't help but lit up. He lit his toes and his body was like a flying bird, instantly soaring into the air.

The other party's wave was lost, and the old man blushed shouted again. After this wave, a fist wave suddenly emerged out of thin air. At this time, it was exactly when Pang Feng jumped to the highest point. Pang Feng fell and was about to be impacted by the other party's fist wave.

At this moment, something incredible happened. Pang Feng, who was about to fall, actually rushed up again in the air. Seeing this scene, the old man with red face changed drastically. He immediately stopped his fist wind, and his expression became very respectful, and said:

"Old Xie Mingjun, Fancheng, had no idea that he was the martial arts Xuanzun, and he was reckless!"

"Xuan Zun?" Pang Feng frowned, a little confused. He quickly checked the inheritance of copper coins. Fortunately, there was an explanation about Xuan Zun in the inheritance.

It turns out that among ancient martial arts, martial artists who practice martial arts and master the mystery are called Xuanzun. The so-called Tongxuan is mysterious and mysterious, and they are wonderful and wonderful. They can only be understood intently, but not expressed in words.

At this point in martial arts practice, Xuan Zun was Xuan Zun. The move that Pang Feng had just shown was clearly exhausted in the air, but suddenly it rose out of thin air. This obviously violated the basic physical conventions and exceeded the normal cognition. The old man with red face determined that Pang Feng was a Xuan Zun martial artist.

Pang Feng saw the fanatical worship in the old man's eyes. For those who practice martial arts, becoming a martial arts master is an extraordinary figure. Above the master is Tongxuan. The old man with red face has been practicing martial arts for his whole life, and today he also saw the first Xuanzun!
Chapter completed!