"Swoosh!" "Swoosh!"
Two silhouettes suddenly shot out like hungry wolves and pounced towards Xiao Fan.
Xiao Fan's eyes suddenly turned cold!
But!
"Get lost!"
The wretched skinny old Daoist suddenly rushed out from behind. He took a step forward and stood in front of Xiao Fan, cursing angrily. Then, his legs flew out like lightning and kicked the two bodyguards fiercely.
"Heh!"
The two bodyguards sneered. They moved to the side and dodged the attack of the skinny old Taoist. Then, they opened their big hands and their fingers turned into claws. Like an eagle pouncing on a rabbit, they viciously grabbed at the skinny old Taoist's two arms with a fierce gust of wind!
"Yin-Yang Combined Attack Technique?"
The wretched skinny Taoist priest raised his eyebrows. Then, without retreating or dodging, he suddenly stretched out his hands like a dragon coming out of its cave. He exhaled and punched the claws of the two bodyguards!
"Bang!" "Bang!"
The fist and claws collided, and a crisp sound rang in everyone's ears!
The wretched skinny Taoist priest stood motionless, but the two bodyguards took three steps back. They couldn't help but cover their trembling hands, and their faces turned pale from the pain.
"You're indeed trained by the Yin Family. You have some strength!" The wretched skinny Taoist priest glanced at the two bodyguards and said coldly.
"Ah Da, Ah Er, stand down. You're not a match for Xiaoyao Zi!" Yin Yiyu said coldly.
"Yes!" The two bodyguards didn't hesitate and immediately retreated behind Yin Yiyu. Their faces were still pale, but they stood quietly.
"Mr. Feng Ye, please make your move!" Yin Yiyu looked at the wretched skinny Taoist priest and Xiao Fan behind him. Her eyes flashed coldly, and she spoke again in a cold voice.
"Yes, Young Mistress!" A man's deep voice suddenly sounded behind Yin Yiyu. Then, a middle-aged man in a Tang suit slowly walked in and appeared in front of everyone.
"Feng Ye, when did you become a subordinate of the Yin Family?" Seeing the man in the Tang suit, the wretched skinny Taoist priest's pupils shrank and he asked bitterly.
"The Yin Family gave me the follow-up to Bajiquan, so I can only work for the Yin Family!" The man in the Tang suit said calmly, "And I am now the bodyguard of Miss Yin Yi Yu. So, I'm afraid I'll have to apologize today, Master Xiao Yao!"
"Fengye, I wonder if your damned master will jump out of his grave and strangle you if he finds out that you've sided with the Yin Family?" The wretched and skinny old Daoist sneered.
"In this world, the meaning of my existence is to pursue the highest level of fist arts. For the sake of fist arts, I can do anything!" The man in the Tang suit said faintly, "If my master's spirit is in heaven, I believe that he will support me!"
"Support you? Will he support you to join the Yin family that killed his daughter? "The wretched and skinny old Daoist sneered.
"I will!" The man in the Tang suit said calmly.
"Maple Leaf, you traitor who betrayed your master and destroyed your ancestors! Die!" The wretched and skinny old Daoist could not take it anymore. With a roar, he stomped on the ground and rushed toward the man in the Tang suit in a flash.
"Master Xiao Yao, your fortune-telling and fortune-telling skills are indeed top-notch. No one in the country can compete with you. But when it comes to fist arts, you're still far from being my match!" The man in the Tang suit said calmly, "You'll regret it if you fight with me!"
After saying that, his body swayed and he rushed toward the wretched and skinny old Daoist, throwing out a casual punch.
The two of them made contact!
The man in the Tang suit easily dodged the attack of the wretched and skinny old Daoist. Then, he changed his fist into a claw and clasped the wretched and skinny old Daoist's arm. With a burst of strength, the wretched and skinny old Daoist staggered backward as if he had been struck by lightning.
"I told you, you're no match for me!" Looking at the wretched and skinny old Daoist who was retreating, the man in the Tang suit did not pursue him. He said very calmly, "But, seeing that you and my master are old friends, I didn't kill you. I only broke your joints!"
"Is that so?"
The wretched and skinny old Daoist sneered. His face was suddenly filled with ruthlessness.
"I advise you not to fight with me anymore. Because if you do, then I won't hold back. And if I really hurt you, don't blame me!" The man in the Tang suit said calmly.
"Feng Ye, don't be too arrogant!" The wretched and skinny old Daoist shouted.
"I'm not being arrogant. I'm just stating a fact, an irrefutable fact!" The man in the Tang suit said calmly.
"Feng Ye, go to hell!"
The wretched and skinny old Daoist suddenly grabbed his arm and clenched his teeth. He forced the dislocated joint back into place with a 'kacha' sound. Then, he suddenly exploded. His body surged with a terrifying aura. His whole person was like a mad tiger as he rushed toward the man in the Tang suit.
"Xiao Yao, are you crazy? You're using Demonic Madness? "The man in the Tang suit suddenly changed color. He was no longer as calm as before.
"Cut the crap and die!" The wretched and skinny old Daoist shouted. His body left a series of afterimages in the air. His fist was aimed at the chest of the man in the Tang suit.
"You forced me to do this!" The man in the Tang suit suddenly stopped hiding and shouted. "Eight Extremities Fist, Eight Extremities Return to One!"
The man in the Tang suit took a step forward. His whole person was like a roaring elephant. His fist carried a terrifying force, and it was also aimed at the wretched and skinny old Daoist.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
Both of their attacks were at their peak. Their speed was extremely fast. The onlookers only saw a blur in front of their eyes. Then, they saw the two of them colliding.
Then, the dull sound of fists hitting flesh was heard. Suddenly, the two of them separated and retreated backward.
The man in the Tang suit retreated all the way to the door. Finally, he knelt on one knee and spat out a mouthful of red blood. Only then did he stabilize his body.
On the other hand, the wretched and skinny old Daoist was in a much more miserable state. After crashing into some furniture in the living room, he finally crashed into the wall, causing cracks to appear on the entire wall.
Moreover, there was a huge floor-to-ceiling vase next to the wall. When the wretched and skinny old Daoist bumped into the huge floor-to-ceiling vase, it fell with a loud crash and landed squarely on the old Daoist's legs.
"Ah — —"
The wretched and skinny old Daoist immediately howled in pain!
"Old man!" Lin Zhengtian hurriedly ran over.
"Old Daoist!" Zhang Feiyang also exclaimed and hurriedly ran over.
"Master Feng Ye!" Yin Yiyu hurriedly went forward and wanted to pull the man in the Tang suit up.
"Don't worry, Young Mistress. I … I'm fine!"
The man in the Tang suit raised his hand to signal Yin Yiyu not to worry. Then, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His face was pale as he stood up shakily. He stared coldly at Xiao Fan and the wretched and skinny old Daoist in front of him.
"Get over here and accept your death!"
Xiao Fan's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He opened his big hand and directly grabbed the man in the Tang suit.
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