Bam!
Like a bull falling from the sky, Hou Zhendong's body slammed into the mountain peak.
Crack — —
There was a protruding rock under his body that was crushed by his huge body.
Fang Yan could feel the earth trembling, as if the entire Sword Peak was about to be turned into a sword field.
The Martial Addict laid there motionlessly, his body was surrounded by flying dust.
"Senior" Fang Yan called out.
No one answered.
"Senior, are you alright?"
Still no one answered.
"Don't tell me he's dead?" Fang Yan frowned. And he didn't sign a 'I won't take any responsibility if you die' agreement before the fight. If the Martial Addict really died, wouldn't I have to take responsibility if the police came looking for me?
Uncle police, that man forced me to fight, he used my family to threaten me, and said that if I don't come, he'll harm my girlfriend. I already told him to stop fighting, but he wouldn't let me go, saying that it was only a warm-up — — -
"Why is my life so bitter?" Fang Yan's eyes became hot, almost tearing up.
"I'm not dead — — -" a hoarse voice came from where the Martial Addict was lying.
The Martial Addict slowly sat up with his hands on the ground, but he didn't have the strength to get up.
His expression was a mess, his face was split open one after another.
Blood stained his cheeks, and even his eyes were bloodshot.
It wasn't until now that Fang Yan noticed that he was sitting there naked. His clothes had already been burned away during the high-speed rotation, turning into invisible dust.
A naked middle-aged man sitting on top of an empty valley, this scene really made people want to turn around and run — — -
The Martial Addict looked at Fang Yan with a bitter expression and asked: "How did you find me?"
"I wanted to find you, so I found you" Fang Yan replied.
"Impossible, I hid in the middle of the tornado, my heart was like cotton, my body was also cotton — —"
Fang Yan laughed and said, "You say you are cotton, do you really think you are cotton? I have to admit, your Cotton Cotton Martial Art is indeed very powerful. You have reached the pinnacle of using your body and strength. If it was someone who was not up to standard, they would definitely be blasted into smithereens by this move of yours. "
"Cut the crap." The Martial Addict said: "You suddenly punched out, my body hadn't moved to the space above you yet — — I only had that thought. How did you know I would get there? "
"I have the heart of Tai Chi," Fang Yan said. "The Heart of Tai Chi contains the Realm of Tai Chi. I've recorded all of your movements and analyzed them. Finally, I found your figure and sent you flying with a punch …"
"That's it?" the Martial Addict asked dejectedly.
Who was he?
He was the Martial Arts Addict, one of the Seven Addicts of Hua Xia. He was the best at martial arts among the seven. Of course, the Music Addict was also the best at music among the seven. The Medicine Addict was also the best at medical skills among the seven.
He knew that Fang Yan was quite strong, otherwise he wouldn't have asked him to spar with him. He also knew that he was quite strong, otherwise — — how could he become one of the Seven Addicts of Hua Xia?
There would always be a winner and a loser in a battle, but who would be willing to lose rather than win?
"There's also the most important point — —" Fang Yan said.
"What is it?"
"You talk too much." Fang Yan answered truthfully: "When you were fighting me, you kept showing off the origin of your martial arts — — I was able to accurately lock onto you based on the position of your voice"
"— — -"
Fang Yan looked at the Martial Addict whose head was covered in blood and said: "Senior, thank you for letting me win. Can I go down the mountain now? There really is porridge at home, I need to go back and eat a bowl while it's still hot. "
The Martial Addict waved his hand and said: "Go, go — — I hope you still have the strength to go back and eat a bowl of porridge."
Fang Yan smiled and said: "I don't have the strength to fight, but I still have the strength to eat porridge."
The Martial Addict coldly smiled as his body weakly laid down on the ground.
Seeing the Martial Addict's weak expression, Fang Yan thought that he was unwilling to lose to him, so he tried to console him: "Senior, winning and losing are common in battles — — although I've never lost before, I don't think you should place too much emphasis on winning and losing. If you fall from my hands, you'll have to find your way back from someone else — — you're the Martial Addict, who are you afraid of? "
"Scram — —" the Martial Addict angrily roared. "Scram as far as you can — —"
Fang Yan laughed and said: "Senior, the wind on the mountain is cold and there are many insects, be careful — —"
Although the Martial Addict was heavily injured, the wind and insects on the mountain couldn't do anything to him, so Fang Yan calmly walked down the mountain.
The Martial Addict opened his eyes and looked up at the starry sky with a bitter expression and softly said: "Brat, I'm sorry — —"
"Love will be like a hungry wolf, how can I hug him to sleep, he'll definitely leave me with severe wounds as a souvenir. Love will be like a hungry wolf, his mouth is sweet, if I come closer to play, his ferocious face will appear — —"
Fang Yan was very happy. Fang Yan liked to drink and sing whenever he was happy.
His Cantonese wasn't very good, he only started to learn it after he arrived at Huacheng. That's why Heavenly King Zhang's classic Cantonese song "Legend of the Hungry Wolf" was sung by him in Hua Xia language — —
You don't say, it really does have a different kind of unpleasant taste.
While singing "Legend of the Hungry Wolf," Fang Yan happily walked down the steep mountain path. If someone looked at him from afar, they would definitely think that he was a pervert in heat.
As he walked, Fang Yan suddenly remembered something very important.
"Where's Snake Lord?" Fang Yan thought to himself. Although he didn't let the Snake Lord follow him, his intention was to let the Snake Lord protect him in secret.
Now that he was safe and sound and had defeated one of the Seven Addicts of Hua Xia, Hou Zhendong, shouldn't the Snake Lord quickly stand up and flatter him by saying something like "I knew you would win"?
This child really doesn't know anything!
Fang Yan turned around and it was pitch black behind him.
If Fang Yan was an ordinary person, he would have already shouted "Snake Lord"'s name at the top of his lungs.
But Fang Yan wasn't an ordinary person, he was a man who defeated the Martial Addict — —
Therefore, Fang Yan decided to call the Martial Addict.
Thanks to technology!
Fang Yan wanted to take out his phone from his pocket, but he found that his phone had already disappeared.
After thinking for a long time, he remembered that he didn't bring his phone with him when he went out.
It wasn't the first time he had a duel, and every time after a duel, he would lose a phone. Later, after he gained experience, he didn't take his phone with him when he went out to fight — — If the police picked up his phone, wouldn't it prove that he was at the scene of the crime?
Besides, he had to spend money to buy a phone.
Fang Yan couldn't contact the Snake Lord, so he planned to wait for him at the parking lot at the foot of the mountain.
Although he was the master of the Snake Lord, the Snake Lord was just his snake slave. However, Fang Yan was not a heartless employer. He still cared about the life and death of his follower.
Although his follower's mind had never been on his side, he had to work for him because he was forced.
Sometimes Fang Yan was really curious about what kind of woman the sister of the Snake Lord was and why she could make the Snake Lord make such a big sacrifice.
If she was good-looking, he would go and court her. If she was not good-looking, he would let Fang Yingying court her. In that case, he or Fang Yingying would become the brother-in-law of the Snake Lord — — Of course, Fang Yan couldn't do such a thing.
He already had a girlfriend, and he couldn't let Ye Rou down.
He didn't dare!
"She turned off the evening light, covered her shoulders, intertwined sparks, imprisoned in precipitation — —" Fang Yan sang his Hua Xia version of the passionate song again.
Clang — —
The sound of stones rolling came from behind him.
Fang Yan turned around as fast as lightning and shouted, "Who is it? Come out. "
No one answered, and naturally, no one came out.
Fang Yan stood there for a few seconds and said with a sneer, "Come out. Don't hide your head like a turtle — — I've already seen you."
Crash — —
The leaves swayed, and a pitch-black figure leaped up from a tree that was as thick as a person.
Whoosh!
The Black Shadow landed on the ground without a sound. It seemed that his Qinggong was very good.
Fang Yan didn't expect that someone would really jump from the tree. He was shocked and shouted, "Come out together, don't hide — —"
Clang — —
A short old man appeared on top of a large rock. His gaze was as sharp as lightning as it swept across Fang Yan.
"Hahaha, you're a smart one. Even my Silkworm Detection Art couldn't fool you." Another old man jumped up from the tall grass on the side of the road and revealed his small head.
"— —" Fang Yan opened his mouth wide as he looked at what was happening in front of him.
Isn't this a bit too fucking cooperative? I just randomly shouted, how did you really come out?
If I tell you to come out, then you come out. If I tell you to scram, then will you scram?
So, Fang Yan sneered and shouted, "Since you don't want to come out, then don't blame me for not serving you — —"
After saying that, Fang Yan turned around and ran down the One Sword Peak.
"Didn't we come out?" The small old man sitting in the grass asked with a confused expression. I've already spoken, how else can I prove that I've come out?
The big old man sitting on top of the large rock sneered and said, "That brat is playing tricks, he's afraid that we'll wrap him up like a dumpling — —"
"Hmph — —" The small old man in the grass snorted and said, "I'm afraid he won't be able to leave One Sword Peak tonight."
"That's not necessarily true," the man in black with a black veil said with disdain.
The two old men, one with a big head and one with a small head, were furious. The small head old man said angrily, "Whose side are you on?"
The big old man coldly looked at the man in black and said, "No matter what, this brat is going to die today — — why aren't you going to chase him?"
Before he finished speaking, he tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and leaped high up from the boulder. Like a roc spreading its wings, he chased after Fang Yan fiercely.
The little old man's sharp eyes swept over the black robed man, and he also chased after him.
The man in black stood still and looked at the distant star in the sky and sighed.
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