The Most Powerful Young Man

Xiao Yao has no confidence.

Although he would be mad sometimes, but that kind of madness is also based on his own strength, otherwise, it is not madness, but arrogance.

Facing the long swordsman, he would have confidence, and he dared to say to others that he was sure.

But now, facing the old man, he has no confidence. But he also understands that now that the knife is on his neck, he has no way of retreating. Even if he is only 30% sure, he has to go. Now there is no way to retreat.

He was very curious in his heart. A master like the Long Swordsman was already considered to be at the top of Huaxia, how could an old man who is stronger than the Long Swordsman come out now? How could China have such a master inexplicably? What is even more strange is that such a person has no legend about the other party in Neijianghu.

He wanted to break his head, and he couldn't understand who this old man was.

This old man appeared out of nowhere. I am afraid that even if his second grandfather was thundered, he would not be able to figure out this character. Otherwise, it would be impossible for me to have never heard the second grandfather mention it before. After all, with his strength, Nor should he be the unknown number one person in the arena.

"Strange, really very strange." Xiao Yao touched his chin.

"Brother Xiao, in fact, I am also very curious. I still know Song Peng and others very well. In their circle, it is impossible to get in touch with such a master. Even my father probably didn't know such an old man before, even Yu said, they and us are not in the same world at all. You said, why are they helping Song Peng?" Song Yilin also touched his chin and said.

Xiao Yao thought for a moment, and finally shook his head, and said with a wry smile: "I don't know if you ask me, but I think this question is not important anymore. Anyway, this is a tough battle. You can win. , Or lose, there is no other result."

Song Yilin nodded and didn't have much to say.

"Hey, what a big deal! I dare not say anything else, anyway, Brother Xiao, I am very confident in you! That old man doesn't know how old he is. At this age, lie on the bed and watch TV to take care of his life. Isn't it great? You have to learn young people to come out to find excitement, just his old bones, Brother Xiao, if you want to take care of him, don't you want to play?" Fang Hai said with a grin.

He has such a character, even if the sky falls, he will not feel terrible, let alone worry about it.

What's more, he has such confidence in Xiao Yao forever?

Xiao Yao glanced at him, but could only give a wry smile, really wondering what to say.

"Forget it, the soldiers are here to cover the water and the soil. If you want to fight, just fight!" Xiao Yao sighed, "Furthermore, it hasn't started yet. I am discouraged now, is it a bit bad?"

Fang Hai patted his thigh: "I will open the market later, and bet, I have to bet Brother Xiao to win."

"Don't make trouble, what if they don't give money if they win? We are all people with identities, so we can't sit on the ground and talk to them? Although we can't do such a thing, they are not ashamed or irritable. People who do not necessarily can't do it, so I think it is very likely that we will suffer in the end."

After saying this, there was a moment of silence.

After looking at each other, the three laughed.

The atmosphere was still a little dull, because of Xiao Yao's joke, it was instantly washed away.

Being able to make jokes is not a skill, but being able to make jokes when the atmosphere is depressed is a kind of ability, and this is a powerful mentality.

Ten minutes later, Xiao Yao and the old man faced each other in the yard.

Song Peng Song Yilin and others retreated to the side and watched quietly.

Although Song Yilin and Fang Hai said they were very confident in Xiao Yao, in fact, they are still a little nervous now, after all, this one is too important for them.

The old man finally opened his posture.

His hands are dancing in the air.

With the wisps of breeze, Xiao Yao's clothes and hair were messed up, Xiao Yao finally rushed over.

He was afraid that the gust of wind would also blow out the flames of war in his heart.

The old man looked at Xiao Yao who rushed towards him with a smile on his face.

"Good come." A gleam of light flashed in his squinted eyes, and he took a step forward, holding up a gust of wind with both hands.

Every wind is cut open, the incisions are neat, like a sharp wind knife, cutting towards Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao's eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't say much, and his moving speed didn't slow down. He still charged forward without fear.

When the sharp wind knife rushed forward, he shouted angrily, his body stopped abruptly, a strong current rushed forward from behind, and a wind knife was instantly dispersed.

Qi breaks the sky!

Seeing this scene, a bright color flashed in the old man's eyes.

"Good move." He murmured in his mouth, and rushed towards Xiao Yao again. When he was less than two meters away from Xiao Yao, he lightly touched his feet, his body rose in the air, and the Dapeng spread his wings. Pressed down towards Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao took a deep breath, picked up the vitality in his body, and also took a picture, and smashed it down at the old man.

He has no self-confidence.

At least facing the old man now, he has no confidence.

Therefore, he did not dare to hide what Qi broke Jiuxiao and what vitality, because he knew that as long as he was inadvertently, he was likely to be killed by the opponent in seconds. Under the difference of strength, he would not. If he dares to hide himself, he can only take out all his hole cards all at once, and only in this way can he drag it back and give himself a chance to win.

What Xiao Yao didn't expect was that the old man's body was very agile, and it was hard to imagine that such an old man's speed could reach this point.

"Old monster." Xiao Yao cursed inwardly.

The old man didn't know what Xiao Yao was thinking in his heart. He concentrated all his attention, mobilized all the internal energy in his body, and took a picture of Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao has nowhere to go back. To be precise, he never thought of going back.

After the same palm slap, he once again urged the vitality in his body crazily.

He wants to suppress each other!

The palms meet.

The speed of the air surging faster and faster. Song Peng and others all retreated some distance back, for fear that they would be swept in by the air current.

No one wants to stand on the cusp of the storm.

Fang Hai was also pulled back a few steps by Song Yilin.

Xiao Yao's expression was a bit hideous.

He found that he still underestimated the other person.

This old man is not only fast, but also terrifying in strength.

Xiao Yao stood on the ground, while the old man's body was suspended in the air, with one hand slapped on Xiao Yao's palm, in an inverted shape.

The floor tiles under Xiao Yao's feet were already torn apart at this time, which shows how much pressure Xiao Yao is under.

Fang Hai pulled Song Yilin's tense face and asked in a low voice, "You said, if Brother Xiao suddenly retreats, can he fall that old thing to death?"

Song Yilin glanced at him and couldn't laugh or cry. To this layman, he didn't know where he should start explaining. Finally, he simply stretched out his hand and patted Fang Hai's shoulder, boasting, "You are a very thoughtful person."

Fang Hai is not stupid at all, knowing that Song Yilin is too lazy to explain to himself, he simply curled his lips and stopped speaking.

Song Yilin also set off a stormy sea in his heart.

At this time, he saw the terrible old man.

If the other party wanted to kill himself from the beginning, he would not be injured at all, and there would be no way to survive.

This is the real master. Even if he is just watching the battle, he can feel a pressure while standing here, as well as a chill that slowly rises from the bottom of his heart.

He tried to think about it, if he was Xiao Yao now, and he had to deal with the attack of the old man, what would happen?

Song Yilin had already figured out the answer as soon as he had such an idea. If the person standing there is really himself, I am afraid that now, he has been photographed to death.

Two people are not rivals on the same level at all.

Xiao Yao also felt depressed.

He wanted to retreat back, but he also knew that he could never do that. Otherwise, he would slap his chest directly at the speed of an old man, that would be the rhythm of death.

Therefore, he can only hold on while his brain is running fast. He must find a way to break through and break the current dilemma, otherwise, his current situation will not last long.

"Kachacha!"

The stone slab under his feet was crushed by him.

It is broken into slag, and when the wind blows, it becomes a piece of powder. Xiao Yao unloaded a part of the old man's strength and spread it to the ground, otherwise he would have long been unable to support it. Only that small part of the strength made his feet sink into the soil.

"He's standing upside down like this, won't he have brain congestion?" Fang Hai thought to himself, but he was embarrassed to ask. He knew that if he really asked, it is estimated that Song Yilin next to him would have to despise himself again.

Finally, Xiao Yao moved again.

He stomped one foot to the ground, and a slate beside him bounced off the ground and slammed it at the old man who was hanging in the air.

"En? Good means!" The old man smiled slightly, and patted Xiao Yao's shoulder with his other hand. The body immediately flew out, avoiding the slate in the sky, and the old man took a picture of Xiao Yao's body. He also backed up again and again, and if he didn't back one step, he would step on a slab of stone. In the end, it took about seven or eight steps before he could barely stand firm.

He quickly picked up the vitality in his body and pressed down the boiling blood in his chest. There was no blood vomiting at the mouth, but his pale complexion had already told everyone that just now, he Obviously the one who is at a disadvantage.

Xiao Yao's body was trembling.

There was a slight tremor, and the amplitude was small, but everyone present could see it very clearly.

His arm that was shot by the old man trembled the most, but Xiao Yao didn't feel the pain for the time being, mainly because that arm had temporarily lost consciousness.