The Martial Addict's worries were not unfounded. He had just swallowed the phlegm that Fang Yan spat out. If Fang Yan had any infectious diseases like tuberculosis or AIDS, wouldn't he be in trouble as well?
Besides, this kid was covered in flowers and leaves, no one would believe him if he said he didn't have AIDS.
He felt disgusted to ask such a question, but he was worried if he didn't ask.
After hesitating for a long time, he couldn't help but say what he was worried about.
"Are you sick?"
Fang Yan wasn't sick, even if he was, it would only be a psychological problem.
Fang Yan looked at the Martial Addict and clasped his hands together, then said: "Senior, you asked me to fight with you at the top of the One Sword Peak tonight. Now that I'm here and we've fought, is this the end of the matter? This kid has not learned martial arts for a long time and his kung fu isn't high. Elder, you should find someone more powerful to spar with. Only they can be your real opponent and satisfy your desire to fight. "
The Martial Addict was furious. He pointed at Fang Yan and scolded, "Why are you cursing me in a roundabout way? You said you're not learned martial arts for a long time and your kung fu isn't high. How did you send me flying? How did you break my Cracking Saber Array? If you're not learned martial arts, then we deserve to die? Young man, don't be too arrogant, or you'll kick a steel plank. "
Fang Yan thought about it seriously and said humbly, "Thank you for your reminder, I'll keep your words in mind. If I have the chance to kick a steel plank next time, I'll try my best to kick a hole through it. "
"— —"
Fang Yan waved his hand and was about to walk down the mountain. He said, "Elder, it's getting late. My lungs haven't been well lately, so my family made me white fungus and pear porridge. I'm in a hurry to eat a bowl of porridge. "
"Want to run?" The Martial Addict sneered. "It's just the beginning, and you want to go down the mountain already?"
"Isn't it over?" Fang Yan asked in confusion. He had been knocked down by the Martial Arts Fanatic once, and then he had broken his Lightning Star and knocked him down even more fiercely. Although on the surface, it looked like both sides were injured and both sides had won and lost, there were still some subtle differences. When he fell to the ground, he quickly got up, and it was his head that was bleeding, not his mouth. After the Martial Addict fell to the ground, he didn't move for a long time. It looked as if he had been killed by Zhang Heng. In the end, he even patted his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood — no matter how I looked at it, it seemed that I won, right?
"That was just a warm-up. If a man did not fight to his heart's content and fight to the death, what kind of decisive battle was that? Do you think this is child's play? "
Before he finished speaking, he had already started moving.
The Martial Addict's words were loud and vigorous, but when he rushed over, he was silent.
This time, the Martial Addict didn't use the Cracking Technique. When his feet landed on the ground, there were no more air currents or cracks on the ground.
His footsteps were silent, and he left no trace on the snow.
His toes touched the ground, and as soon as his toes touched the ground, his whole body jumped high.
He was like a balloon filled with air, light and flexible, as if he was walking on the tips of grass and branches.
He was a completely different person from the martial arts fanatic who had just punched with thunderclaps and attacked with lightning bolts from his feet. Anyone who saw him would admire this middle-aged man's godlike speed and various difficult movements like a ghost.
Soft Technique!
This time, Fang Yan really respected and admired the Martial Addict Hou Zhendong.
Just as ice and fire could not mix, soft and hard were also natural enemies.
The Cracking Technique belonged to the strongest and most hard Kung Fu. When it was used, it was like thunder and lightning. He charged towards Fang Yan with the momentum of breaking dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, as if he wanted to crush and destroy all the obstacles in front of him.
But the Soft Technique was the opposite. It looked light and gentle, but it was impossible to guard against and unavoidable. It could easily kill people.
The Soft Technique was not Tai Chi, but it was similar to Tai Chi's Four Liang Moving a Thousand Jin.
For a weapon like a sword, a hard one was not as good as a soft one. Ten years for a hard sword, thirty years for a soft sword.
Some people were good at using hard weapons and could use hard weapons to the extreme. For example, Azure Dragon's long spear.
Some people were good at using soft weapons and could make soft swords and whips a part of their body. For example, Black Dragon's Hundred Ghost Beard and Ye Wen's long whip.
But very few people could practice these two weapons or their strength to the extreme at the same time.
First, it was too time-consuming, and second, it was necessary to specialize in one to become a god in that field. If he was half-hearted, then he might face a result that would not be pleasing to either side.
Others were not willing to do it, but the Martial Addict did it.
Because of his obsession with martial arts, the Martial Addict was not willing to give up on any opponent, and he was not willing to give up on any kind of attempt. That was why he could be listed as one of Hua Xia's Seven Addicts.
He was serious because of respect, and cautious because of admiration.
Seeing the Martial Addict's body rushing towards him as if it was floating, Fang Yan's long robe swayed slightly, and he displayed the Fang Family's Triangular Plum Blossom Steps, taking the initiative to meet the Martial Addict.
As the distance closed, the Little Dragon Catcher Hand went to buckle the Martial Addict's wrist.
The Martial Addict flipped, and Fang Yan buckled again.
The Martial Addict flipped again, and when Fang Yan dodged, he buckled again.
There was no sound of airflow, and there was no sword light or shadow.
One wanted to buckle the opponent's wrist, and the other wanted to counterattack when he flipped and dodged.
If he failed, he buckled again.
If he failed again, he buckled again.
His wrists flipped, and his fingers moved like lightning.
In just a short period of time, they had already exchanged blows 368 times.
Every move contained both offensive and defensive movements, and these two movements contained endless variations.
This was the simplest duel, because it was just the two of them standing there and flipping their hands and feet.
This was also the most dangerous duel, because if one was a step slower or accidentally got his hands and feet locked by the other, he would lose all his advantages, and face a storm of attacks.
The possibility of a one-hit kill was also very high!
The Martial Addict's advantage was that his moves were elegant, and his attacks could be said to be unpredictable.
Fang Yan's advantage was the help of the Taiji Heart. In the Taiji Domain, the trajectory of the Martial Addict's every move was clearly visible — —
After more than 300 flips and attacks, the Martial Addict finally became a little impatient.
He roared, and his body suddenly floated high up in the air like a balloon.
His body spun wildly in the air, and the airflow caused by the rotation turned into a black whirlpool of wind.
A strong gust of wind blew and enveloped Fang Yan, who was on the ground.
Whoosh — —
Fang Yan was covered by the tornado, and in an instant, he was in the eye of the storm.
His mouth couldn't speak, and his eyes couldn't see. All he could hear was the whooshing sound of the wind, and the indistinguishable wails of ghosts and wolves.
Since you don't let me see, and don't let me hear, then I might as well not see and not listen.
Fang Yan stood still, and closed his eyes!
Whoosh — —
A fist suddenly came, aiming straight for Fang Yan's ear.
The ear was one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body, and the ear was very close to the temple. With a single punch, his entire head would explode.
The fist was hidden in the darkness, and came together with the sound of the wind. It was very difficult for people to notice its existence.
However, how could this deceive Fang Yan, who had the Taiji Heart?
Fang Yan tilted his head, and just happened to avoid the punch.
Another kick came toward Fang Yan's groin with the sound of the wind. Fang Yan was furious, and his body moved three steps to the side, and just happened to avoid this ruthless attack.
Then, an overwhelming barrage of attacks came from all directions.
Fang Yan could clearly feel that the Martial Addict wasn't fighting alone, but there were countless people fighting with him.
He wasn't facing a single person, but a group of unfathomable evil spirits.
Whoosh — —
As Fang Yan punched out, other than the sound of the wind, there was no other sound.
"Pretty boy, don't make any useless struggles — — this is the Cotton Art, my heart is cotton, my body is cotton, everything I have is cotton. The cotton is always floating in the wind — — "The Martial Addict attacked Fang Yan from all directions, while loudly showing off his unique skill.
"Save it, I advise you to save your strength — — how can you hit the cotton? Before your fist could even reach me, the air current would have already washed the cotton away — — "
"Don't you think this move is very familiar? Yes, this is what I learned from Don't Underestimate the Enemy's Drunken Crane Riding the Wind — — "
"What kind of enlightenment is that?" Fang Yan sneered in his mind. "Isn't this obviously plagiarism? Don't you have any shame? "
"Whether it's enlightenment or plagiarism — — in any case, this is my Cotton Art — — Drunken Crane Riding the Wind is only a set of footwork, but I've turned it into a set of Martial Arts, isn't this my own creation?"
"Don't Underestimate the Enemy is a genius, but he doesn't think about Martial Arts, and is greedy for the love and affection of the world. If he wholeheartedly pursued Dao, how could he have lost to the Dragon God? What a pity! How hateful! "
Fang Yan didn't say anything, only closed his eyes and focused on feeling it.
He felt the all-pervasive punches and kicks, and felt the Cracking Kung Fu that appeared in the tornado from time to time.
Yes, the Martial Addict is a genius in Martial Arts, sometimes he's frivolous, sometimes he's tough. He's a cotton, but this cotton is able to use the strongest and toughest Cracking Art.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh — —
The wind howled!
Ao ao ao — —
Ghostly cries and wolf howls!
Crack crack crack — —
This is the Cracking Art's lightning-like shadow.
The Martial Addict alone can bring about such a huge battle, using three different styles of Martial Arts to duel.
Fang Yan felt very wronged, he felt like he was being completely suppressed.
"Pretty boy, make your move! Make your move! Make your move! Use your most powerful skill! Use the heart of Tai Chi! Let me see how strong you are! Let me see if you are the top expert of Tai Chi!"
"Fang Yan, be angry, fight with all you have, otherwise you won't have another chance — —"
Clang — —
Fang Yan's body shot up like an arrow, then threw a punch!
It was like a humanoid anti-aircraft gun!
The wind stopped, the clouds stopped.
The lightning disappeared, the howling of the wolves also disappeared.
The Martial Addict's body flew high into the sky, reaching a height that was hard to see with the naked eye.
"He's flying so high!" Fang Yan looked up, muttering to himself.
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