Li Haoran floated over and smiled and said, "I won't fight anymore, I won't fight anymore. Am I willing to give in to the disadvantage?"

It is hard to find a good player, so Zhou Botong was not willing to listen. He rubbed his body and said, "Little baby, we only practice to be happy, regardless of the outcome."

He punched the Haotian Palm of Quanzhen Sect in his left hand, but his right hand was Kongming Fist, "My Hand Kong Kong." Two punches hit Li Haoran's left chest and one hit his back, just like two people.

Li Haoran had no choice but to use "Little Wuxianggong", with Tai Chi in his right hand and Tianshan Jiemei Hand in his left hand, dismantling it with the moves. After fighting a few moves, he was also very excited.

Zhou Botong was stunned, and then laughed again, "Hey, little baby, you can fight with each other, who is your master? It's so wonderful." When he met his opponent, he became more excited, his fists whirred, and he shouted and beat him happily.

Li Haoran's left palm opens and closes, and is straight and straight. Often, he goes out of his palm and goes straight into the central palace. There is a glue-like sun and moon on his palm, which is straight to the point, while his right fist is flowing with clouds and water, with endless waves and roundness.

Zhou Botong's moves are extremely strange, with most of them being mysterious. Every time there are one or two ancient and elegant moves, his Mingkong Fist is a little more agile and less simple than before. It is really like a silly eye, as if there is nothing.

The previous fight was one-on-one, and this time the fight was like four people fighting each other. Zhou Botong was extremely happy, and while fighting, he laughed. He said, "It's fun, fun. I thought that except for me, the silly boy, Guo Jing, only that stupid boy, could do this martial arts skills. I didn't expect you to be so, it's so good! No, I have to worship you."

The two of them had a quick body movement and flashed like lightning. The sixth son of Quanzhen and his disciples were dazzled and amazed. Until now, these Quanzhen disciples also knew that this crazy old man was their uncle who only heard of his name. Everyone was very happy. After all, Quanzhen Sect is everyone's belonging. With such an extraordinary master in charge, who is not very proud?

Zhou Botong relied on his practical experience and counterattacked the moves. The seventy-two Mingkong fists were magical and unpredictable. They were really nonsense, like the right and the left. The Quanzhen Haotian Palm was simple and clumsy, straight and straight, unstoppable. He was fighting, and his left hand slashed three palms in a row. The palm power was stimulating. The snowflakes on the trees around him fell down one after another. The vast white area was as white as a storm, which made him look so good.

When he slashed three more palms, he could rattle around and kept making the sound of rattle. Although Zhou Botong liked to play, he was kind-hearted. At first, he was worried that Li Haoran would not be able to withstand his strong and powerful palm power. When he came out, he would stop it with one shot. However, after six moves, he knew that the opponent's internal strength was strong, and his clever palm technique was even more skillful than him. If he was not careful, he would immediately lose under the little baby's fist. Then he would make a move with great force and no more energy.

Li Haoran suddenly changed his moves, and the Lingbo's slight steps were swift and swaying around Zhou Botong. His left hand suddenly pointed straight like a pointing point, and his judge's pen was like a sword and a bayonet, making it change and transformed into a magical human. His left hand was either a finger or a palm hit. All kinds of strange tricks were like raining in the sky, which was dazzling.

Tai Chi is based on modesty, and emphasizes the principle of giving up oneself and following others, and using softness to overcome hardness. It is purely Taoist purpose. Its power is contained in the simple and unconventional moves. When it comes to weak, it is weak, and when it comes to strong, it is strong, which contains the artistic conception of no moves better than there is a move. Therefore, Li Haoran flashes, spreads, moves, and avoids this round of fierce attacks in a free and elegant manner.

Zhou Botong was happy to fight and shouted, "Good kung fu, good palm technique! This fight was really exciting."

The circle between the two of them was gradually expanded, and Quanzhen Liuzi and his disciples stepped back step by step. After a long battle, Zhou Botong's seventy-two Kongming fist was barely finished. Although he was familiar with the moves, he was not as good as Li Haoran's surging and endless momentum in terms of strength.

Quanzhen Liuzi stood aside, but when they saw the snowflakes flying, Zhou Botong and Li Haoran fisted and fought fiercely. They knew that neither of them wanted to hurt each other, but the masters competed and fought so happily that as long as they had a slight mistake, they would immediately worry about their lives. They knew Li Haoran's power, and they couldn't help but worry about Zhou Botong secretly, and they squeezed cold sweat in their hands.

Seeing that he had practiced the "two-use technique of "left and left and right fighting and distracting", Zhou Botong couldn't do anything to Li Haoran for decades, and laughed and said, "Good boy, it's amazing! Let's see my four-country melee."

He suddenly used his head to replace his feet, and his feet were like four people. His moves changed, his left fist and right palm. His hands and feet fought at the same time, which was his original four-purpose technique of using both hands and feet. In this way, the old naughty boy transformed himself into four, and attacked left and right front and back.

Li Haoran has no choice but to ignore his image like an old naughty boy! But he is not willing to be outdone. He uses the "Tianshan Six Yang Palm" with his left foot as the axis and his right foot.

Mountain wind, palm wind, fist strength, finger force, claw wind... crimping thousands of snow

Li Haoran's "Tai Chi technique" is clear and elegant, flowing clouds and water, like a natural success; "Tianshan Six Yang Palm" slashes away horizontally, with a grand and magnificent spirit. Every time he uses it, there is a momentum of stones breaking the sky and wind breaking the waves; "Tianshan Flip Plum Hand" moves are complex, and it integrates all kinds of martial arts in various schools and schools in the world. Palm, fist, finger, claw, and acupoint hands are endless. Some attacks are fierce, some are continuous, some are small and fast, and some are powerful and steady. He goes on and goes back and goes around Zhou Botong's body, and his moves are like a storm, getting faster and faster.

Zhou Botong transformed into four, but his moves could not be separated from the "seventy-two clear-open fist" and "full-true palm technique". However, these two martial arts were endless, and the ultimate moves contained small moves, and the small moves were hidden. Once deduced, the changes were extremely complex. After fighting hundreds of moves, there was no repetition of a single move. With his rich practical experience, he calmly responded to the battle and did not reveal his defeat at all.

The disciples couldn't even see the figures of the two of them clearly, and they were dizzy, their chests were annoyed, and they wanted to vomit.

After more than a thousand moves, Li Haoran was afraid that Duan Susu was worried and too lazy to get entangled. He let out a clear whistle and pulled up. His skills were combined, and he hit him directly with one move.

The palm wind was fierce, and no matter how Zhou Botong moved, he could not avoid the range of the palm. He looked solemn, turned his body, looked up at the palm of his head and feet, and took action to resist.

The "Yangguan Sandal" is both hard and soft. Although it only has one palm, it contains nine levels of internal energy. One level is stronger than the other. The nine internal forces are superimposed, like a rock breaks through the sky, and it is unstoppable.

Zhou Botong was shocked, and he tried all his true energy, slapped more than ten palms in a row, avoiding it like lightning. Suddenly, Li Haoran's palm energy dissipated, forming two airflows, one yin and one yang, and it rotated like a spiral. Zhou Botong could not dodge at all. Driven by the powerful aura, he turned more than ten circles in a row, feeling dizzy, and with a thump, he sat on the ground, and was about to vomit.

In an instant, the palms of the sky flew invisible. Quanzhen Sixth Son was shocked and rushed forward. Seeing that Zhou Botong was fine, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Zhou Botong jumped up, laughed loudly, and said loudly: "Little baby, you really have. The old naughty boy is very happy and it's so satisfying. We will fight again tomorrow."

After this shocking battle, Li Haoran's fist skills increased a lot and benefited a lot. He also smiled and said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow. I have something to do. Let's take a step first." After saying that, his body rose up to the ground, and he was more than five feet tall. He was in mid-air. Suddenly, his body turned and turned the upward force into horizontal force, like a big bird leaping away, sliding straight for dozens of feet before he fell down. He jumped a few times and disappeared from the sight of the Quanzhen Sect.

All the people present in Quanzhen Sect were stunned. They didn't expect that there would be such light skills in the world, and they couldn't help but cheer for a while.

Zhou Botong was also speechless, and after a while he woke up, he felt that this little baby was different than the brother Guo Jing, and he had a more appetite for his old naughty boy. Thinking of him leaving, he was alone again, staying in Zhongnan Mountain, he was unwilling to accept it, but he couldn't realize why he was unwilling to accept it.

When Quanzhen Liuzi saw him as if he was lost, he smiled helplessly. They knew that the old naughty boy was still in a state of mind. When they met Li Haoran like this, he wanted to fight him with a special fight and enjoyed it. Now that the person has left, he feels alone and uncomfortable!

Qiu Chuji went forward and said carefully: "Uncle Master, Junior Brother Li lives at the foot of the mountain. I will take you to find him tomorrow so that you won't be bored!"

Zhou Botong was overjoyed, grabbed Qiu Chuji's collar and lifted him up. He whispered: "You little madman is the worst, are you lying to me again, are you?"

Ma Yu suppressed his smile. Seeing Zhou Botong's appearance, he felt like he had returned to the scene where he was taught a lesson decades ago. He also said carefully: "Uncle Master, Junior Brother Qiu has not lie to you this time. We can all make a certificate. Junior Brother Li does live in Zhongnan Mountain. Let's go find him together tomorrow."

Wang Chuyi interjected: "Yes! Uncle Master, Junior Brother Li is so powerful at such a young age. Look, you are no longer a match for others. Why don't you wait until Uncle Master creates a unique set of martial arts before going to find him."

Zhou Botong suddenly dropped Qiu Chuji, passed by lightning, grabbed Wang Chuyi, glared at him and said, "What did you say? I am not the boy's opponent?"

Wang Chuyi muttered: "This is the truth!"

Zhou Botong remembered Li Haoran's power, but instead became silenced. He turned his head, thought for a while, and murmured to himself: "This is not possible. How can my old naughty boy lose to that little naughty boy? You must not lose to him. My old naughty boy is different from others everywhere. You have to create a set of martial arts to restrain this little naughty boy." After that, he put down Wang Chuyi and shouted: "You are ready for me immediately, I want to practice in seclusion."

Liu Chuxuan advised: "Uncle Master, you're not anxious for a moment, why don't you eat something first."

Zhou Botong stopped doing it and said angrily: "Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, you will know that eating will kill you, a little miscellaneous man, a thief Taoist priest. Is martial arts important or eating important?"

Quanzhen Liuzi looked at each other, not knowing how to answer; Sun Buer was careful and knew that everything would go to his wishes, otherwise he would run away in anger and it would have been decades since he wanted to meet, so he quickly arranged for his disciples to prepare.

Zhou Botong immediately smiled and praised Sun Buer for being smart and clever. Sun Buer, who was gray-haired, was really embarrassed. Quanzhen Liuzi breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he liked to play, and only by following him could he keep him. If he went against his temperament, he might immediately leave.
Chapter completed!