This old Taoist practices Xingyiquan, and most of the movements are straight and straight, with a sharp rhythm and simple and unpretentious. However, it is tight and compact, like a storm, and Zhao Fan was almost unable to move with his back against the communication tower.

Zhao Fan was also very fast, and his hands were dancing at will. Although he couldn't say that he could arrive first, he could always block the old Taoist's attack without any difference.

The sound of bang bang bang bang was continuous, and the system prompted it one after another. Zhao Fan's face was a bit solemn, and he had to deal with it with all his strength.

If you stand still and let the old Taoist fight, it will be a little painful at most. With his defense, the old Taoist cannot kill him. But he is here to kill people. The intention of these people is very obvious, and they are going to kidnap Zhao Rui to threaten him. How could he let them live?

"At a young age, I have practiced to this level."

"What a pity. If it weren't for such a vicious mind, it might have been a master of the generation!"

Zhao Fan's face was solemn, and this old Taoist was even more surprised. How old is Zhao Fan? Even if he started practicing martial arts from his mother's womb, how many years have he practiced?

The two of them had already gone back and forth dozens of times, and he had no breath at all. His eyes were calm and cold from beginning to end, without showing any decline.

"When a group of big men join forces to deal with a little girl, why don't you speak? Why don't you say anything when dozens of knives were slashing me just now? Why don't you say these people are vicious?"

"If you want to fight, I will fight with you. Don't show off your robber theory in front of me, so that I can feel disgusting."

Zhao Fan sneered, and used Zhuanxu's horse-controlling steps under his feet. His figure flashed behind the old Taoist priest in an instant, and his hands were staggered, and he blasted towards the old Taoist's back.

“Huh?”

The old Taoist priest looked like a change, with a surprised face, and turned his body, jumped out lightly, looking at Zhao Fan's face in surprise.

Fu Shenghong had already slipped to the entrance of the road at this moment. At first, Zhao Fan didn't care. He thought he wanted to avoid this battle, and was afraid of being injured by accident. Who knew that he had not stopped, and ran towards the bottom of the mountain without stopping.

"You can't escape!"

Zhao Fan snorted coldly and did not attack the old Taoist again. He hooked his feet and a strong man who was still wailing at his feet was hooked up and flew towards Fu Shenghong.

The strong man was so scared that he ran away, and he screamed like a pig, and he instantly peed his pants.

As soon as the shrill shouts appeared, the old Taoist, who was not far away, rushed over. He reached out and put his hand on the man's leg, and used a skillful force. The man turned and punched in the air, and stood steadily on the ground.

The unlucky guy's face was dripping cold sweat from his face. He was weak and his legs were weak before he could stand for a second, he collapsed on the ground, shaking like a sieve.

"At a young age, he is so murderous. With me, I will never allow you to kill another person!"

The old Taoist did not stop and blocked Zhao Fan again, using the bear shape in Xingyiquan, and every move was extremely terrifying. Although Zhao Fan raised his hand to block it, he would take a step back every time, and he could not escape from the old Taoist's control. He watched Fu Shenghong run down the mountain.

This time, Zhao Fan obviously felt the extremely powerful aura in the old Taoist body, which actually suppressed the warm aura in his body, making his aura a little unsmooth.

"Since you want to die, I will help you first!"

As soon as the thought moved, he quickly added 100 skill points to the Wuming Kung Fu. The Wuming Kung Fu, which was originally only level 1, instantly reached the second level. His spirit was shocked, and he felt a more powerful and warm breath moving in his body. He let out a low roar, and he still blasted at the palm that was slapped at the old Taoist without any hesitation.

"Bang!"

This time, Zhao Fan didn't even move, and the old Taoist, who was full of anger, stepped backwards and retreated four or five steps in the blink of an eye.

"How is that possible?"

The old Taoist was shocked. Before he could make any moves, Zhao Fan had already used the Zhuanxu steering step to flash in front of him. There seemed to be no human emotion in his eyes. He slapped the old Taoist head with the whistling sound of the wind in his palm.

"Zhuanxu's horse-controlling step is Zhuanxu's horse-controlling step!"

This time, the old Taoist finally vaguely saw Zhao Fan's footwork and exclaimed in surprise.

When a master fights, the winner is often in an instant. His distraction only has time to cross his hands on his head, and Zhao Fan's palm has fallen.

When Zhao Fan saw the leader Fu Shenghong running away, the old Taoist priest was entangled again, and the murderous intent in his heart was unprecedentedly strong. This palm almost used all his strength.

With two crisp cracks, the old Taoist priest let out a muffled groan and flew backwards like a kite with broken strings. His back hit the horn iron of the communication tower, and a buzzing sound suddenly spurted out of his mouth.

"Do you know Zhuanxu's stewardship?"

Zhao Fan heard the old Taoist shout, his heart moved, and he did not continue to take action, looking at him coldly and asked.

"No wonder you are so powerful, no wonder your killing method is so secret. Zhao Tianlong's descendants actually used the Zhao family's kung fu to kill a student for the sake of temporary loyalty? It's so majestic, so amazing, it really opened my eyes!"

The old Taoist stood up with his back against the iron tower behind him. The blood in his mouth kept dripping down, but his face was full of sarcasm and mocking, and he screamed with a little disobedient.

"Do you know my master?"

Seeing that the old Taoist priest seemed to know something about his master, Zhao Fan slowly walked to him and asked coldly.

"Zhao Family Tianlong, a heroic figure back then, has cultivated a cruel and ruthless person like you. It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous!"

The old Taoist priest kept shaking his head, looking a little crazy. However, what Zhao Fan heard was that the old Taoist priest did know his master and might even know a lot of things he wanted to know.

"Speak well, be so sarcastic, believe it or not, I will kill you!"

However, this old Taoist has not given him any good looks since he met him, so he naturally doesn't like him. Seeing that he kept shouting like a resentful woman in the deep palace, he was a little impatient and shouted in a deep voice with a dark face.

"You are here to kill people. Since you can't beat you, what choices are there besides death? If you want to kill, kill them as soon as possible. When Zhao Tianlong killed someone, he didn't have as much nonsense as you said."

The old Taoist gasped for a few times, calmed down, with a sneer on his face, and gently closed his eyes.

"At such an old age, is your brain so unclear? Touch your conscience and say, who wants to kill someone? What is your classmates who kidnapped my sister and tricked her here? Are you chatting? Is it okay to have some shame? It seems that you are very wronged. I say I am cruel and ruthless, aren't you despicable?"

Zhao Fan raised his foot and kicked the two strong men who were humming aside, and said as he sneered and looked at the old Taoist.

"This is just a means to force you out. You see, we did not hurt that child. If you hadn't killed someone viciously, how could it be like this? No matter how clever your methods are, they can't escape my eyes. Do you dare to say that Fu Shenghong's son was not killed by you?"

The old Taoist priest opened his eyes and looked at him with a little proud look on his face, not feeling that he had done anything wrong.

"The dragon has reverse scales, and the human has reverse bones. I kill him, naturally because he deserves to die. If you are lucky enough to live, you will naturally have the opportunity to figure out what's going on. Now I don't want to talk nonsense to you. If I honestly answer my questions, I will consider letting you go."

Zhao Fan snorted coldly, without denying it, and was too lazy to explain to the old Taoist priest who had already made a preconceived idea, and still wanted to figure out the old man's affairs from this person.

"No need, although I, Yusong, is just a poor Taoist priest in Yuntaiguan, but I have a backbone. I want me to shake my tail and beg for mercy on you to survive, and praise your Zhao family in front of you, the Zhao family. You dream!"

"If you want to kill, just kill. As a child of the Zhao family, you must inherit some of Zhao Tianlong's character. After killing me, remember to say to Zhao Tianlong, "I, Yusong, will give it to your Zhao family again."

The old Taoist Yu Song straightened the rocker with a sneer on his face. Although he was defeated, he still had some energy.

He had already determined that Zhao Fan was a child of the Zhao family. As a child of the Zhao family, how could he not know about his family? So in his opinion, Zhao Fan repeatedly asked about it, just showing off and teasing him.

As a result, the more Zhao Fan asked, the more he was more resistant. In the end, he lost even the interest in talking to Zhao Fan, so he simply closed his eyes and waited for death.

"Master, Taoist priest, he is gone!"

It took a long time before Yu Song heard the screams of several strong men who were knocked over to the ground by Zhao Fan, and opened their closed eyes and found that Zhao Fan had already disappeared.

Fu Shenghong was covered in sweat, and his fat body kept trembling with every step.

Fu Jiandong died at Zhao Fan's hands, and now it has been completely confirmed. He thought that his only son was dead and he was already in love with him. But at the moment of facing death, he realized that he was still very scared.

The fear penetrated deep into his bones and made him tremble all over.

He had seen the car in the parking lot not far away, and his mind was slightly relieved. His distorted face flashed through his mind after his son died. He raised his hand and slapped himself twice.

He hated Zhao Fan, and hated him to the core. He hated him for killing Fu Jiandong and his only son.

At this time, he also hated himself, hating himself for why he was so useless, and the enemy who killed his son was right in front of him, but he couldn't do anything except escape.

A slight footsteps sounded behind him. Fu Shenghong subconsciously looked back and saw Zhao Fan flying calmly. He screamed from his mouth. Just as he was about to take a step, his feet hung on the cement platform on the edge of the lawn.

His fat body fell to the ground with a bang. Before he could get up, Zhao Fan had already arrived in front of him.

"If you don't move to my sister, I won't kill you!"

Zhao Fan possessed himself and squatted in front of Fu Shenghong. Seeing that although his face was full of fear, the cruel color deep in his eyes was still unconcealed. He sighed and reached out to pat his neck.

"Ah, don't kill me, don't kill me..."

The moment Zhao Fan's hand touched him, Fu Shenghong screamed loudly, and a warmth in his crotch was already scared to incontinence.

However, Zhao Fan just took a photo and did not kill him as he imagined.

Seeing Zhao Fan's back gradually moving away, he remembered that when Zhao Fan slapped his palm, his neck seemed to have a slight tingling. His face suddenly changed drastically, and he jumped up from the ground with all his strength, and ran towards the top of the mountain frantically.

"Master, save me, save me!"

Fu Shenghong, who was gasping until his lungs were about to explode, probably ran out of the fastest he could run in his life. In less than two minutes, he ran out of one-third of the mountain road. He raised his eyes and saw Yu Song's hands hanging softly beside him, rushed over at a very fast speed, and his voice shouted in a very sharp voice.

Yu Song also saw him and heard his scream. He was slightly stunned and raised his eyes and looked down at the foot of the mountain.

Before he could take back this glance, he saw Fu Shenghong's fat body rolling down the steep mountain road like a gourd.
Chapter completed!