The mountains are high and the rivers are long. Let's meet again in ten years.
When Fang Yan turned to leave, he didn't forget to give Phoenix a reminder with his eyes: Hurry up, don't let this idiot turn around.
Phoenix was also a clever person, and she had worked together with Fang Yan for many years, so she naturally understood what he meant. She stared at the Martial Addict with disdain and said: "The river flows east for thirty years, and the river flows west for thirty years. Don't bully the young for being poor. Ten years later, Fang Yan will definitely get revenge here and defeat the Martial Addict. "
"What a good young man." The Martial Addict thought in his heart.
He was almost moved by this young man. Although he clearly knew his own strength and clearly recognized the gap between them, he didn't give up nor was he depressed. He had a dream in his heart and was motivated to fight back. Ten years later, at this time and place, he would challenge himself again.
Wait, why was it still ten years later?
"Bastard." The Martial Addict was so angry that he slapped the wooden table, and the teacup on the table flew towards Fang Yan's back.
The teacup moved in a straight line, generous, neutral, and peaceful, just like the most ordinary teacup containing the most ordinary tea.
The strange thing was that there was no tea waiter bringing the teacup in the middle.
The teacup was silent, but it contained a great deal of lethality.
Fang Yan had fought with countless strange people, and he was very clear that the simpler a move was, the more complicated the truth was. If you couldn't understand the truth behind it, you couldn't take these moves. Those extremely gaudy moves, on the other hand, didn't have that much lethality.
Because those complicated moves were a waste of Qi and also a waste of strength.
For these top experts, strength was like eating, and not a single grain of rice could be left.
This move was similar to the 'Spinning Explosion' that Fang Yan had just used. It perfectly combined Qi and strength, and then transformed it into a more aggressive move.
The difference was that the cup that Fang Yan threw needed to rotate to maintain the balance of Qi and strength, and maintain an independent world. It was not disturbed by the attack of external forces or objects. But the cup that the Martial Addict threw with his palm moved in a straight line, and achieved the balance of Qi and strength without the need to rotate. It was obvious that this was a level higher than Fang Yan's.
Skyline!
One Line as the Heavens, the Dao of nature.
Fang Yan took a step forward with his right foot, his upper body swaying non-stop, as if he was drunk and unable to stand steadily.
His upper body ran eleven circles in an instant before he managed to avoid the teacup's attack.
Ka-cha —
The teacup smashed into the wall, but the tea in the teacup seemed to have disappeared into thin air. Not a single drop spilled out.
In fact, when the Martial Addict slammed his palm on the table, the tea in the teacup had already been evaporated by his majestic and turbulent Qi. What was flying in the air was just an empty teacup.
"Beautiful. Nice hiding. " The Martial Addict burst into laughter and said, "How many years has it been? It's rare to see such an eye-catching young opponent. Of his previous opponents, some were too old, and some were too young. The old man's fists were loose and his Qi was weak. He couldn't stand a prolonged battle. The young punches were short of breath, and it was difficult for them to form any form of power. It's really boring. "
"Little brother Fang Yan, what was the name of the move you used just now? Was it Drunken Crane Riding the Wind — — this was the Drunken Crane Riding the Wind created by Azure Dragon Mo Qingdi after he was crippled? " The Martial Fanatic was also a weirdo. When he was annoyed or angry, he would open his mouth and call you 'ignorant kid' or 'pretty boy'. However, when you performed a martial art move that made his eyes light up, he would immediately change the way he addressed you as' brother '.
"It was Drunken Crane Riding the Wind." Fang Yan answered truthfully.
"What a heaven-sent genius. He really is a genius. " The Martial Addict said with a face full of regret, "Hua Xia, Azure Dragon Mo Qingdi, how glorious and dazzling he was back then — — I painstakingly chased after him for three months and seventeen days, and finally got the chance to fight him by the Qing Ming Lake. After exchanging three punches, I used my spear. The first spear — — he only used one spear and broke twenty-nine strands of my hair — — I saved that strand of hair and carefully counted it. "
The Martial Addict fondled the green skin on his head with nostalgia and said, "I used to be like Mo Qingdi, I also had long hair. If a martial artist doesn't have long hair, what kind of heroic spirit is there? Do you know why I cut my hair so short now? It's because I was worried that I would meet an expert like Mo Qingdi again and have my hair cut off again — — "
"What a pity, what a pity, the Azure Dragon met the Divine Dragon. In the battle between the two dragons, the Azure Dragon's tendons were destroyed and his cultivation was crippled — — even the heavens are jealous of geniuses. All these years, I've challenged people everywhere and trained hard, all for the sake of one day fighting with the Azure Dragon again and erasing the shame of losing my hair — — I'm afraid I won't have the chance to fight with the Azure Dragon, but I did meet the Azure Dragon's disciple — — this can be considered a fortunate event. "
Fang Yan was so scared that he quickly explained, "Senior Martial Addict, don't misunderstand — — me and the Old Drunkard — — you see, I've always called him the Old Drunkard out of habit, I've never called him the Azure Dragon or Mo Qingdi before. The Old Drunkard isn't my master, and I'm not his disciple, we're actually of the same generation. He's my grandfather's eldest disciple, and I'm my grandfather's youngest disciple. We're brothers. If you don't believe me, you can go to the inner river and ask around to see if I'm lying to you — — "
The Martial Addict laughed as he looked at Fang Yan, saying: "You're such a slippery brat, if I wasn't careful, I would've fallen into your trap. You think I'll let you go just because you say you're not my disciple? I'm just a martial addict, it's not that I'm not clear-headed — — — Master and disciple, or fellow apprentice, as long as you learn Mo Qingdi's Drunken Crane Rides the Wind, and coincidentally use his technique to break my One Line Heaven, then we'll have a good fight — — "
Fang Yan helplessly looked at the Martial Addict, asking: "Can't we not fight?"
"No"
"I'll admit defeat, okay?"
"You can't either" the Martial Addict said. "If every opponent I challenge admits defeat, would there still be any fights in life? Would there still be any joy in living? "
"This guy's a bastard — —" Fang Yan secretly thought to himself. How good would it be to be safe and painless, why must I fight to the death with others? If I beat someone to death or cripple them, wouldn't I feel guilty and guilty? If I'm beaten to death or crippled — — or worse, I might even be beaten to disfigurement, wouldn't that be a death grudge? Wouldn't my children and grandchildren have to think of ways to avenge me?
"I really don't want to fight against senior Martial Addict, and I know I'm no match for senior Martial Addict — — -" Fang Yan hesitantly said: "How about I just stand here and let senior Martial Addict beat me up?"
"If I want to spar, it won't be one-sided violence — — - that would be equally tasteless" The Martial Addict was also a bit hesitant, thought for a bit, then said: "How about this, I'll give you a question, if you can solve it, I'll let you go, and we'll call it a day — —"
"Really?" Fang Yan was secretly happy, then said: "Don't give me a question from the [Four Books and Five Classics] or the [Book of Daoism], I'm not familiar with those — —"
"Of course not" The Martial Addict waved his hand and said: "Martial artists naturally have to take a martial test, who would do such a scholarly thing?"
The Martial Addict thought for a bit, then picked up a teacup from the table, picked up the teapot, and poured water into the teacup.
When the teacup was full, the Martial Addict put the teacup in his palm, lightly flicked his finger, and the teacup flew towards Fang Yan.
This time, it was flying in a whirling manner, or rather, flying. Because its speed was very slow, it was as if there was a remote control controlling its flying rhythm.
The teacup that was filled with tea stopped in front of Fang Yan, but it still maintained its spinning posture.
Like a living creature!
Phoenix was shocked, standing next to Fang Yan, she whispered: "This Old Monster's inner energy is unfathomable, this' Fairy Flower Offering 'move is very difficult to perform unless you've mastered Qigong, you must be careful — —"
The Martial Addict was a fairy, the spinning teacup in front of Fang Yan's chest, and the tea in the teacup that didn't move or even ripple was the 'flower' offered by the fairy.
This flower wouldn't bring fragrance to people, but it could take away people's lives.
Therefore, this flower was also called the 'Yama Flower'.
Fang Yan was silent, as if he didn't hear what Phoenix said, his eyes staring at the spinning teacup in front of him.
His legs trembled lightly, and his body swayed once again.
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, as if someone was constantly attacking him.
It wasn't someone else attacking him, it was this' Yama Flower 'that kept attacking him.
The 'Yama Flower' was a barrier that the Martial Addict had poured a huge amount of strength into, and it was skillfully cast by him.
It catered to the direction of the wind, fused with the airflow, and guided by the power of nature, and maintained its spinning state.
Once the direction of the wind changed, the airflow increased, or it was attacked by an external force, it would explode.
The Martial Addict laughed as he looked at Fang Yan, and said: "Fang Yan, you brat, as long as you can pick all of this flower, and the water doesn't ripple — — – you'll pass today's question"
"Shameless!" Phoenix's temperament was extremely elegant, and she cursed: "When picking the flower, of course it would touch the cup, and when touching the cup, how could the water not ripple? You're purposely making things difficult for us — — "
"Ahahaha — —" the Martial Addict laughed, and said: "Little girl is right, I'm indeed making things difficult for you — —"
"Not only that — —" while the Martial Addict was still talking, his figure suddenly disappeared.
A shadow flashed, and when he reappeared, he was already clutching Phoenix's neck.
"In order to add a bit of entertainment, we should add a bit more stakes to this match — — - if he can't solve this question, I'll break your neck — — wouldn't that be a lot more fun?"
"— —" Phoenix's face turned purplish red, reaching out to pull the Martial Addict's hand away. But the Martial Addict didn't budge at all, his fingers exerted a bit of force, and all of her strength was drained away.
"Fang Yan brat, don't disappoint me" the Martial Addict smirked, and said: "Pick this Yama Flower — — or watch her die — — -"
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