C19

"Old man, I was just thinking, why aren't you here yet? Of course, it's the same if you come out to die now. Today, I'll let you know what is meant by the power of justice and how evil does not oppress you. "

Du Lei stopped in his tracks and spoke as a provocation. He knew that facing an expert of this level, he would not be the slightest bit careless. After all, he did not have any combat experience.

Even though he had played a lot in high school, it was all just a small fight. How could he get into the limelight? He was simply comparing who shouted who was more and who was more ruthless.

The last time he encountered that dragon, the hired thug was actually the Blue Turtle who had helped him a lot. He said, "He's overbearing!"

Of course he was confident, but he didn't have much confidence in himself.

He only hoped that the other party wouldn't be like what little friend Leyao had said. If he was able to punch a hole through the wall, then he would have no f * cking meaning. He was too strong.

The old man's figure finally appeared in the light; Jud could see that he was skinny as a twig, his whole body like thatch, broken by the wind.

Du Lei's face was sallow, his eyes bulging like fish bubbles. He guessed that this person must be at least seventy years old or maybe even higher.

He was dressed in coarse gray cloth clothes and black cloth shoes. He didn't look like an expert, but his clothes had the demeanor of an expert.

Hearing Du Lei's words, the old man immediately revealed a cautious expression. He had trained in the martial arts for dozens of years and had encountered countless difficulties and dangers, thus obtaining this exquisite martial arts.

He was very clear that there was always someone stronger than others, and there was always a mountain outside in the mountains, so he did not reveal a look of disdain because Du Lei was too young.

There was no choice of "pre-emptive."

Instead, it was to "wait and see."

No matter how much he thought about it, he would never imagine that this mysterious young man in front of him was trying to stall for time.

Du Lei knew that his little scheme had succeeded, and recklessly revealed a look of contempt, "Old man, if you have the ability, then come at me.

"I never would have thought that a person of your age would be greedy for money even with a martial arts technique. Yet you are doing such heinous things here. Don't you know what it means to be ashamed?"

He knew a lot about the art of the land.

When he saw this old man, he could immediately conclude that this was a National Art Expert!

His hands were full of wrinkles, yet they were full of age. They were thick and well-proportioned, as if they contained endless strength. If it was an ordinary person, their hands would not be like this.

It was obvious that this old man was an expert in external techniques and was proficient in "fist techniques".

"Palm Art!"

From the knowledge he had gained at the Tieba, he could roughly deduce that this old fellow had practiced the "Iron Killing Fist" technique before.

and "Iron Palm."

These two were ancient secret manuals with a long history.

The heck, this was not a joke. Iron Palm was capable of chopping up stones and bricks. In addition to the Iron Demon Fist Art, it was possible to create a hole in the wall after reaching a certain level of practice.

In order to be a hero, Du Lei was actually so stupid as to put his head on his belt. He was slightly afraid in his heart, but he did not intend to retreat just like that.

He was not a five second young man. He was an abnormally strong and persistent man, so he continued to provoke with a smile, "Old man, if you don't come, today I will destroy a scum like you on behalf of the heavens."

The old man did not move, his deep eyes seemed extremely gloomy. He just stared at Du Lei, trying to see through his expression.

"Young man, it's useless. I have long been immune to all kinds of verbal provocations. Even if you take off your underwear and put it on your head, calling yourself Superman, I wouldn't find it funny. "

The old man shook his head contemptuously.

Big brother will let you have a taste of my power.

Holding back his anger, he took off his socks, put on his shoes, and threw the pair of poisoned socks at the old man.

"Mm?!"

"This is so smelly."

The pair of black socks happened to land on the old man's forehead, causing him to almost burp.

Actually, Du Lei was not someone who did not talk about hygiene, he was just a little lazy, and Jing Tian didn't know what kind of person he had to go crazy for, to actually take out the socks that he had treasured for three or four months and put them on. Thus, he accidentally helped out, and the old fellow was about to go crazy from being infected.

He didn't want to fight with Du Lei, he was only going to wash his face. Although he was old, he was an old man with a slight obsession with cleanliness.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken the bath for almost an hour.

"Young man, this isn't good, how are you going to find a girlfriend in the future? It's too slovenly! "

The old man's face was filled with disdain, but he did not forget to teach Du Lei a lesson.

Du Lei laughed and said: "It's best that you worry more about your current situation."

The corners of his mouth could not help but turn away from a charming smile as he slowly approached the old man.

In the time it took for a spark to fly off of a piece of flint, he extended his fist and pointed it straight at the mingmen!

Fighting.

He engaged in a peak level close combat with the skinny old man in front of him.

But as he approached the old man, he realized that he was wrong.

The old fellow was like a mud fish, no matter how Du Lei tried to catch him, he couldn't.

"Ah!"

"Old man, don't hit my face."

"Hey, really don't slap my face."

Du Lei's lungs were about to explode, this old fellow ran really fast, he was only able to get beaten up. However, under Du Lei's constant urging, this old man kept on attacking his face.

has successfully detonated Du Lei's little universe, the "Overlord" in front of his chest.

The totem lit up, and waves of warmth started to spread to every single cell in his body.

He felt as if he had been reborn and his body was filled with limitless power. He stretched out his hand and tore off the discarded drainpipe on the wall, using it as a weapon.

"AHH!" "You old bastard, I told you not to slap my face, but you refused to listen to me. Now, your father's anger has exploded, and your injuries have also increased explosively!"

Du Lei held onto the drainpipe like a wild demon dancing in a frenzy. As long as he saw the old fellow stop, he would ruthlessly smash him down, causing the scene at the scene to once again have a dramatic change.

At the 'domineering' stage.

With the support of this skill, Du Lei was like a god that had descended to the mortal world.

What National Art Expert?

What Iron Palm?

In my, Du Lei's, eyes, you're just a f * * king paper tiger!