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At the entrance of the desolate village, this was an attack that Monk Tunyun could never have imagined. Unexpected and sudden, it was as if he had fallen into a pre-planned trap.

As the old man threw a punch with one hand, the force of the punch howled and pressed down in an instant. In that instant, all he could see was that simple punch, thrown out, magnified, forming a vortex...

But in the eyes of Ning Yi and others, the old man merely tilted his head slightly and threw a punch towards Monk Tunyun. However, the vortex that rang out wasn't from the old man's punch, but because Monk Tunyun suddenly shrunk his body in the first instant. On the old man's fist wind, his body and kasaya seemed to form a vortex-like depression, and the huge sleeves rolled up with a sound. Then he flew directly backwards for two or three zhang.

He was highly skilled in martial arts, especially known for his qinggong. This time, it seemed that there was not much movement under his feet, but his whole body was stimulated by the fist wind, and he flew out two or three zhang away as if electrocuted, and even danced out with a sound of breaking wind. Purely in terms of appreciation, it was many times more powerful than the old man's sideways punch. However, he stopped beside the wall of an earthen house three zhang away, his face already changed. Ning Yi might not be able to understand the power of the old man's boxing technique at this time, but he could clearly see the reactions on everyone's faces, and clapped his hands lightly, saying, "Good qinggong." Hong Ti beside him smiled extremely subtly.

Compared to Ning Yi's somewhat cramped words at this time, the faces of the people over there were solemn, some were puzzled and some were horrified. Although Ning Yi spoke in a low voice, his heart was actually the same as the faces of the people over there, puzzled by the identity of this suddenly appearing old man. He was already gradually feeling that something was wrong at this time. However, the old man had not yet targeted him. With that punch, the old man had already turned around.

"Lu Wenhu," he said, "You are really getting less and less particular. You have even started to associate with this kind of bandits!"

Lu Wenhu frowned, his expression solemn. Beside the earthen house, Monk Tunyun was still saying, "Who are you..." But a name that flashed through his mind made him react, "Tie... Are you..."

"Hmph, Monk Tunyun, I have seen your name on the wanted list of the official government here. Since we have the opportunity to meet, this old man will get rid of this scourge for the people here."

The old man spoke, retracted the palm of his hand beside him, made a fist, took a step, everything looked as ordinary as a cloud, but with this step, everything suddenly became different.

The distance of two or three zhang passed in one step, which seemed to be an extremely ordinary scene, and it was a punch with a steady posture like a mountain, and he punched it towards Monk Tunyun. Facing this punch, the monk, who had just stood firm, did not have much time to say, his body danced wildly, as if he had changed five or six kinds of body shapes in an instant, but like a mosquito desperately dancing at the muzzle of a cannon, there was another bang, this punch hit the iron kasaya, and suddenly, dirt splashed in the back, Monk Tunyun squeezed out between the fist wind and the wall of the earthen house, his body was like a loach, but he squeezed a piece of the dilapidated wall of mud bricks.

His body squeezed out, flickered, and was more than a zhang away again, grabbing a companion and pushing him towards the blue-robed old man, but with a bang, the old man actually pressed straight in front of him, and his big hand grabbed him. There was a loud noise on the side, and the warrior pushed out by Tunyun was knocked away by the old man with a punch, and crashed directly into the earthen house next to him. This house was already in disrepair, and was squeezed by Tunyun Monk's back, and suffered this impact, so it collapsed with a rumble. Beside him, the old man and Monk Tunyun had already exchanged several blows with a bang, bang, bang, bang. The monk in a wide robe kept retreating, his sleeves and fists frantically waving and counterattacking, but every time he was smashed open by the old man's single-arm swing or a simple punch, his defense would be broken. But he was also a master. Every time he was smashed open, he immediately changed his moves to fight back, cooperating with the retreat of his steps, using speed to fight slowly. It seemed that he had not suffered such an embarrassing loss as before.

This situation probably only lasted for five to six breaths.

Ning Yi hadn't understood the specific situation of the whole situation, the level of strength between the two sides, but he heard Monk Tunyun shout: "Zhou Tong! You are going too far—"

An idea landed in Ning Yi's heart, and only Iron Arm Zhou Tong could fit the identity of the old man in front of him. And after this sentence, Monk Tunyun retreated again, grabbed a stone mill and smashed it towards Zhou Tong. Zhou Tong pushed it with a palm, and knocked the stone mill into the earthen wall next to him. At the same time, Monk Tunyun tapped his feet, and Zhou Tong snorted coldly: "Want to leave!" Reach out and grab it.

Monk Tunyun's body had just jumped up, Zhou Tong's palm grabbed his monk's robe, and in the dust from the collapsed earthen wall next to him, the two waved their hands and dismantled each other two or three times. Ning Yi heard a bang, and a figure was knocked high into the air, spitting out a mouthful of blood after rolling to the ground, and got up and ran away.

The kasaya was still in Zhou Tong's hands, and Monk Tunyun, who had escaped like a cicada shedding its skin, jumped over a waterway outside the desolate village, rushed onto the deserted field, and ran wildly. Perhaps feeling that the danger had not been eliminated, he didn't even say a word. Ning Yi was also the first time to see someone who could run so fast.

Zhou Tong frowned and threw away the iron kasaya casually, took a few steps, picked up a piece of stone from the broken stone mill on the ground, and threw it at the running Tunyun Monk in the distance. The stone block whistled through the wind, like a cannonball, crossed a distance of hundreds of meters, and hit the figure's back directly. Monk Tunyun spat out a mouthful of blood and rolled out five or six

zhang in the weeds of the field, then climbed up again and ran into the distance.

Behind Ning Yi and Hong Ti, the middle-aged man who had come over and was with Zhou Tong seemed to want to chase him, but in the end he didn't chase him. Seeing the other party running into the mountains, Zhou Tong put his hands behind his back and shook his head.

After a moment of silence, Zhou Tong turned his gaze to Ning Yi and Hong Ti again. Lu Wenhu and others tentatively cupped their hands: "Senior Zhou, this time you came here, could it be..."

"Why I came here has nothing to do with you. Don't let me see you associating with such treacherous people again. Go!"

After this sentence, Lu Wenhu and others were pardoned and left quickly. Ning Yi's heart was a little unhappy. Hong Ti beside him was said to be a master, but her reputation was not great, so these guys desperately killed them. Zhou Tong was also a master, with the title of number one in the world. When he fought Tunyun Monk alone, Lu Wenhu and others dared not take action. With this kind of courage, they still want to be the leader of the alliance, what a joke!

If they besieged him, maybe there would be a chance...

Thinking like this in his heart, although Ning Yi couldn't objectively evaluate the strength of Zhou Tong's skills, he had been famous for many years, and his reputation was well-deserved. When he fought Tunyun Monk just now, almost every punch was like a mountain, and from the momentum of each punch that suppressed Tunyun Monk and other strong men from avoiding it, it was estimated that he was even better than Hong Ti. And as everyone left, a certain feeling had become clear from the bottom of his heart, making him involuntarily feel the position of the fire gun on the side of his thigh.

Soon after, that feeling was fulfilled.

The old man put his hands behind his back and looked over here. When he spoke again, he no longer had the arrogance he had when facing Lu Wenhu and his gang: "Ning Rentu, Miss Lu, I am Zhou Tong. I am passing by here today and have been ordered to take your lives."

"I knew I should have besieged you with everyone..." Ning Yi sighed, "An order from the Grand Commandant's Mansion?"

Zhou Tong had been locking his eyes on Hong Ti's side, but after Ning Yi's sentence, he looked at Ning Yi: "As expected of a heart demon..." He turned his gaze back to Hong Ti and smiled, "So... Miss Lu, take three punches from me."

When this generation of grandmasters said these words, there was not much condescending oppression or subtext. Hong Ti, who had been watching Zhou Tong's attack, also had a calm gaze. At this time, she nodded and handed the long sword in her hand to Ning Yi: "Okay."

Ning Yi took the long sword and looked at her expression carefully, but he couldn't see much. When Lu Hongti walked forward, Ning Yi cupped his hands towards the middle-aged man in blue shirt who was walking over: "Hello, senior."

The middle-aged man also smiled and cupped his hands towards Ning Yi: "Hello, Young Master Ning." Ning Yi thought that this person might be a servant, and then he realized that he might be a servant who followed Zhou Tong. If he had followed him since he was a child, he would have become a master at the age of forty with a master like Zhou Tong.

Ning Yi was thinking about what to say in the next sentence, but the middle-aged man approached and said with a smile: "I don't know how Young Master Ning knows that the order was issued by the Grand Commandant's Mansion?" His attitude was amiable, and Ning Yi shook his head: "I have only formed this Liangzi recently. It may be that the movement of Liangshan is too big... You said, three punches should be fine, right?"

He wanted to ask what would happen next, and the middle-aged man smiled and shook his head: "This... It's hard to say, Young Master Ning should also be prepared."

At this time, Hong Ti walked to a place five or six zhang away from Zhou Tong, cupped his fists and bowed. It seemed quite solemn, but there was no earth-shattering momentum as described in ordinary novels. This battle between grandmasters seemed extremely simple, after all, this was not a world where masters would fly around with energy. Just hearing what the middle-aged man said, Ning Yi's face suddenly changed: "Are you kidding me... Tunyun Monk also took more than three punches, then we have to take the sword..."

Before he finished speaking, Hong Ti made a stance and took a false step. Zhou Tong was no longer putting his hands behind his back, smiled, and stepped forward. He stepped forward, and Hong Ti suddenly exerted his strength and approached. In that high-speed sprint, Ning Yi vaguely felt that Hong Ti's body was stepping on the steps and stances of Taijiquan, but the speed was countless times faster. He seized the body and attacked. Over there, Zhou Tong arched his steps, threw a punch, and the fist pointed diagonally downwards, taking the opponent's lower abdomen, which was the most standard straight punch.

With a bang, Hong Ti's palm pressed down, and a huge force sank into the ground. Ning Yi saw Hong Ti's figure shorten, as if he was pressing Zhou Tong's fist to guide the force downwards. Under their feet, dust ripples were even stirred up on the loess ground. Ning Yi could see Zhou Tong's movements clearly, but he couldn't see Hong Ti's. However, after this moment of unloading the force, Hong Ti's body burst out, and with a bang, it seemed that he directly knocked the world's number one person in front of him out with the strength of his shoulders and back. Dust was raised, and Zhou Tong's body was knocked out. Hong Ti turned around, took a false step, and opened his boxing stance. At that moment, there was a sense of "Chun Li" in later generations.

Ning Yi looked like he had seen a miracle. He never expected that Hong Ti's martial arts had reached this level. He faced Zhou Tong's punch head-on and even repelled the opponent directly. However, before this joy and astonishment could flood from his heart to his throat, Zhou Tong's laughter came from his ears.

"Haha... Good—"

The sound of haha was still made by Zhou Tong in the process of retreating, and then the sound of "good" that he suddenly shouted out was like thunder and anger. As Zhou Tong's figure retreated and advanced, it swept in suddenly. Ning Yi's ears

The roar expanded, and at the end of his vision, Zhou Tong moved straight forward after being shaken back, and his fists bombarded Hong Ti.

The fist was heavy, but silent.

Hong Ti blocked and framed with both hands for only a moment, and her body flew out towards the rear, spewing blood and rolling to the ground.

Ning Yi's head went blank for a moment. He couldn't imagine that the battle between the two would start and end in an instant. And the voice of the middle-aged man beside him had completely entered Ning Yi's ears at this time.

"The older my master gets, the deeper his cultivation becomes, but his body can't keep up with his cultivation after all... He forces himself to the peak, and he can only throw three or five punches at most, but there are probably not many people in the world who can withstand these three or five punches..."

Ning Yi tilted his head and walked forward...

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