The Most Powerful Young Man

The tea remained on the ground and slowly penetrated into the ground.

There was silence on the side. In the courtyard, Xiao Yao and Dujiang stood facing each other, their bodies straight.

Jinglei hesitated a little when Xiao Yao suddenly shot, but he quickly recovered, and the depressed expression on his face did not last for long. After all, in his opinion, Xiao Yao could act like this, everything is reasonable. Among them, on the contrary, if Xiao Yao really didn't do anything, he would only be surprised if he stood quietly on the side.

He had to sigh, the children are older, and some of them are not the final say.

However, it is more of a relief.

He suddenly remembered a joke that Xiao Yao said when he was a child. He said that he would practice martial arts well and keep everything in front of him in the future. All his three grandpas need to do is drink tea, play chess, and enjoy life. That's it.

Jinglei always thought that this was just a joke, but at this moment, he had to seriously recall how Xiao Yao was when he said this.

very serious.

Jinglei used to hear people say that he is old the most, but now he suddenly feels that there is nothing wrong with being old.

After thinking about it, he sat on a stone bench, still holding the teacup in his hand and sip, there was no tea in the cup.

"I don't know what's good or bad." Dujiang sighed, the long knife in his hand flashed, and he blinked in front of him, with a light movement of his wrist, the long knife was like a snake vomiting.

Xiao Yao avoids it, and simply doesn't avoid it.

He shouted angrily, slapped another palm, slapped on the blade, his body rose in the air, and at the same time he kicked forward. This kick was empty, but Xiao Yao's body rose instead of descending. Kick out, and finally kick in the chest of crossing the river.

Xiao Yao has extraordinary confidence in his foot, but the sword crossing the river only took two or three steps back and stood firm. Even his face did not change in any way, but the expression on his face changed from The shock turned into a smile.

"If you are a little capable, it won't be wrong for the **** to die in your hands, but you also have to know that even if a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, it will eventually die under the tiger's mouth." Dujiang patted the dust on his chest. , Squinted at Xiao Yao and said.

Xiao Yao rubbed his nose and replied: "You have a point in saying that. It seems that you still have some understanding of Huaxia culture, but if you reverse the position, how do you know that I am a calf and you are a tiger? Did you know that there is another saying in China, called the son of tiger and leopard, although it is not written, he has the anger to eat cattle."

Crossing the river with a knife and laughed: "I really want to have a cup of shochu in my hand, and I drink it all at once. That's fun, but it's a pity."

Xiao Yao suddenly didn't want to talk to Dujiang.

It's not that he looks down on the other party, mainly because he feels that this pretender has been forced to pretend to be in a cruel and inhuman state.

Isn't he tired?

Xiao Yao's body has also rushed forward again, as he said, he has never thought that he is a calf.

And this guy named Dujiang Yidao may really be considered a master, but he is not so powerful that he has no confidence at all.

His idea is very simple. Crossing the river may be really powerful, but he will force him to be strong, and care about his own ass?

As long as he can be killed, all problems can be solved.

Just as Xiao Yao rushed forward and raised his fist, he suddenly crossed the river and raised his wrist with a slash. The air wave rolled like a deep sea boiling, and the momentum was like a stormy sea. The wind was whistling in his ears, and the gusts of wind formed a block of wind. The wall compresses Xiao Yao's body downward.

Xiao Yao took a deep breath, once again transferred the internal energy of the gas, pressed the qi and blood branch again, clenched his fists again, and pushed it up. The wind wall was broken, and Xiao Yao stepped into the air, as if he was relieved. People look refreshed.

And Dujiang Yidao didn’t feel so surprised by all of this. It seemed that everything was in his expectation. It was probably because he felt that if Xiao Yao was really that easy to solve, he took the pains to come to China for thousands of miles. It's meaningless.

He had already made plans. After he solved the guy named Xiao Yao, he also took care of the thunder. After that, he immediately went to Zhuge Fentian, just for one defeat.

He stays in the island country and stays in retreat all year long, just to make his own strength go further. Originally, he planned to wait until he really crossed another threshold before coming to China, so as not to unfortunately fall, but the death of Matsushita Hayate became a guide. Huo Suo forced him to advance his schedule.

However, in his opinion, there is nothing wrong with this. Anyway, he has already encountered a bottleneck and has not taken another step forward for three years. He realized that working behind closed doors has no meaning to him. It's better to come to Huaxia now, find a real master, and break the shackles you encounter at this time through actual combat. Perhaps only in this way can you truly stand on the top.

Looking at the past and present, I am afraid that there is no master who has been in the mountains for more than a hundred years and has directly become the number one in the world.

Only after experiencing the baptism of blood, can the knife in his hand have a spirit and a mad soul.

The speed of crossing the river has accelerated a lot.

Obviously, he didn't use all his strength before, and only after realizing that Xiao Yao was worthy of all his efforts did he let go of his last scruples.

But now, he suddenly didn't have much confidence in himself.

Why is it so difficult for a young man in China to deal with it? He came to Huaxia a long time ago, and that was the trip that made him realize that even if he was the number one master of the island country, he could only be regarded as a samurai when he came to Huaxia.

The place is bigger, there are more people, there are naturally more masters.

Even if he doesn't like the country of Huaxia, sometimes he has to admit that Huaxia has a lot of masters. With his strength, it is only a joke to want Huaxia to bow down and become a courtier.

Originally retreating in the mountains for so many years, he thought he already had the strength to compete with the Chinese masters, but just dealt with a kid in his early twenties, he felt pressure, which made him feel very bad. He suddenly realized that before again, he knew too little about China.

As I thought, the move was already caused.

The mad knife swept the wind and waves with anger, one knife after another.

Xiao Yao's figure moved, and after avoiding the wind knife, his body slowly moved towards Dujiang.

Dujiang Yidao is a master, a master that is not easy to deal with. He knew this very well before this time again. It is by no means a simple thing to deal with such a master, so when he shot it, Xiao Yao had already done it in his heart. Well planned to fight hard.

Sure enough, Dujiang did not disappoint him. Of course, he also fully believed in the strength he showed, and he did not disappoint Dujiang.

Suddenly, his body rushed forward, his body's vitality was circling frantically, and the tens of thousands of pressure behind him was like a thousand horses, rushing towards the direction of crossing the river.

He doesn't like showing weakness, let alone facing an opponent he hates.

If a master like Dujiang Yidao is still hiding and unwilling to take out his ultimate move, he is simply digging a hole for himself.

Jinglei watched the battle, but his expression changed.

There is no wind, no water, no water to swim.

"This is, Qi breaks through the sky?" Suddenly Jinglei didn't know what to say. Soon, his heart was swept by bitterness.

Qi Breaking Jiuxiao was the ultimate move he taught Xiao Yao, but when he asked himself, he was sure he could never use Qi Breaking Jiuxiao to such an extent, let alone Xiao Yao's aura of a galloping battlefield. .

"Qing is blue, but better than blue!" Jinglei couldn't help but sigh. In his opinion, the best apprentices are like this. Some masters passed the moves in the past, as long as you change them slightly, you can have more. The momentum.

From the beginning, there were no moves or killer moves in the world. It was nothing more than a few simple routines were used too much, some were simplified, and some were used more appropriately, and there were so-called moves. , The so-called killer move.

Otherwise, after so many years, everything has not changed at all, or is it the same as before, how should the Chinese ancient martial arts spread?

It may not be a good thing to stay the same. The original is not necessarily the best. Just like an online game, it only has to keep simplifying the interface, or adding colors, and then slowly fix some bugs that may appear at any time by the way. , Will become a truly mature game.

Now, Jinglei saw everyone's shadow on Xiao Yao's body.

Gather the strengths of a hundred families, show your own power, and become the ancestor of thousands of arts-Fang is for everyone.

Pang Yier retired to the rivers and lakes and kept his name incognito. Neijianghu may have his story and name, but he can only be regarded as a master.

Dongfang's wordless martial arts are noble, and at the peak, he blasted his own way with his double fists, which is regarded as a knight in martial arts.

Although Zhuge Fentian had not established a sect, he had guarded China and Wanjiang for many years, and constantly explored the real breakthrough points, barely being a master.

Now Jinglei saw everyone's shadow on Xiao Yao's body, and he thought it was pretty good, at least this kid was his apprentice.

Crossing the river with a stab to face Qi Po Jiuxiao, he was not as calm as before, and his body hurriedly pushed back a few steps.

The bluestone on the floor was rolled up, and finally revealed a faint dragon shape, spreading its teeth and dancing claws, and bite towards the crossing river.

The Chinese mad dragon flew into the sky.

When the dust is gone, the dust settles, there are many **** holes in the clothes of Crossing the River, and the long knife in his hand has also been broken. The gray-headed man no longer has the previous ease, and replaced it. It is full of vigilance.

Xiao Yao was dissatisfied with this result.

He realized that even his powerful ultimate move did not completely defeat Dujiang with a single blow, but instead made the other party vigilant.

Is this strength with one cut across the river? Obviously not.

But what else should I deal with?