I have no time to care about Chu Tenglong's thoughts.
At this moment, I am tired of dealing with Zou Yang and have exchanged more than ten moves with him back and forth in the living room.
Although Zou Yang restrained his inner strength, he was still a master of ancient martial arts who had been practicing for thirty or forty years.
As for me, I am just fighting based on the memories passed down to me by my old age.
I will decide who is stronger and who is weaker.
Two minutes passed, and Zou Yang and I exchanged more than ten moves.
I gradually started to feel weak, but Zou Yang seemed to be getting braver with each fight.
After a while, I raised my hand to block his violent palm, but I was too weak.
As a result, when I raised my hand, my movement was a little slower, and I was slapped on the shoulder by that powerful palm.
Immediately, my whole body flew out "Bang" That's when I heard this voice in the past.
The opponent or someone else hits the wall.
But this time, I made real contact with the wall, and my back hit the wall with a dull sound.
I fell to the ground and couldn't catch my breath.
Feeling a sweet sensation in my throat, I opened my mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Su Shuzuo."
Far away, I heard Chu Tianmei shouting.
I heard her almost call me Su Zuo, but I couldn't care less about it at the moment.
After a mouthful of blood spurted out, I felt a lot lighter.
But looking at the blood on the ground including my saliva, I felt cold for no reason.
This was the first time I was beaten until I vomited blood, even though I had no strength before.
The beating I received was just a superficial injury, but I knew that this time I suffered internal injuries.
If I move even a little bit, I feel pain all over my body.
What should I do?
I have to find a way to solve it.
Otherwise, I will definitely be beaten to death by Zou Yang.
Thinking of this, I looked at Zou Yang and found that he was approaching me again step by step.
The movement of the hand changes into a fist.
This fucking rhythm is really going to kill me.
"Boy, give up control of your body."
In a daze, I heard the old man in my mind suddenly yell.
My heart immediately became clear, I immediately narrowed my eyes slightly, cleared my brain of thoughts, and allowed my body to be dominated by aging.
I don't know if with my body and Cang Lao's ability, I am Zou Yang's opponent, but at this moment, I can only believe in Cang Lao.
Suddenly, I slapped the floor hard, Linkong stood up, and faced Zou Yang walking over, but I had no expression on my face.
It's not that I don't want to express my feelings, it's just that my body is dominated by old age at the moment.
If old age doesn't show expression, there will be no change on my face.
My heart is clear, but my eyes see that old age dominates my body, not retreating but advancing.
He walked towards Zou Yang.
The latter may not know.
What dominates my body right now is old age.
Seeing that I didn't have any fear at all, a sinister smile appeared on my face.
If it were me before, if I walked up to him now, I would definitely be beaten to death by him in an instant, and then slowly ravaged to death.
But Cang Lao was different.
He took a step forward and suddenly swept one leg across, drawing an arc on the ground.
Then he raised that leg and made a Tai Chi starting pose.
The old man sat and moved.
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While explaining to me in his heart: "Boy, you have to watch carefully, I will only demonstrate this boxing technique once."
While talking, he suddenly moved As quiet as a virgin, as active as a stray rabbit Fast, extremely fast.
As if I was reaching my limit, everything that appeared in my eyes at this moment seemed to be in slow motion.
I saw Zou Yang's hand that turned into a fist slowly waved.
I didn't move, but the old man moved.
He controlled my body, raised his hand slightly, and his arm could hold the punch, and moved it aside to release the force.
At the same time, the other hand turned into a palm knife and thrust forward.
The palm knife was castrated very quickly, and Zou Yang could not react, so he touched his stomach with his fingertips.
Suddenly the palm knife changed again, turning into a fist.
I used the force of Cun Jin, and I heard a dull sound.
The fist of Cun Jin actually knocked Zou Yang upside down and flew more than ten meters away.
"Holy shit" I screamed inwardly, what kind of punch is this so powerful?
Then I heard the old man say: "Tai Chi, among the ancient martial arts, it is the most powerful form that relies on force.
It is called Cun Jin."
I secretly wrote it down and thought about it, if I don’t die today.
I must practice this trick hard when I go back.
I had no ability to resist before, but after Old Man took control of my body, Zou Yang was caught off guard with just one move.
Maybe he thought I was still the same person before and let his guard down.
But it doesn't matter.
I saw that everyone present was a little surprised.
They probably didn't expect that after being hit by Zou Yang, I still had the strength to fight back.
And with just one move, it was so powerful that it sent Zou Yang flying backwards to the corner of the wall.
However, he did not cough up blood.
He probably used his inner strength to protect his internal organs and did not suffer any internal injuries.
Even so, he wiped the corners of his mouth, wiped away the saliva, and stood up again.
He said to me: "Okay, boy, you actually saved a hand."
When he said this, he suddenly moved, three minutes faster than before.
I was shocked when I saw it.
Emotions: He fought with me before, but he still retained his strength.
I don't know if the old man can withstand it.
At this moment, I can only pray.
At the same time, his eyes were staring at the two of them without blinking.
I know that these two people are masters among masters, and Cang Lao is a magical and mysterious existence.
Missed a little bit.
Maybe I missed a lot.
I was shocked to find that Zou Yang changed his previous fighting style of you and me, and seemed to want to get rid of me as soon as possible.
The offensive suddenly became extremely fast and fierce, and every move was made with great ferocity.
But old, but still.
No matter how fast or violent your attack is, he will always be slow and careless.
But every block move was just right, using strength.
Discharge.
Skilled moves.
More than ten moves have passed like this, and the winner has not yet been decided.
I watched anxiously, knowing that if this continued, I would definitely lose.
Because I know my own body, although it has improved a lot of potential through medication.
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But physical fitness cannot be improved by relying on drugs.
This thing requires a lot of training.
I only have the body of a 20-year-old.
Although I am young and strong, I did not train much in the past 20 years.
I have only recently started to exercise again.
On the other hand, Zou Yang trains all the time.
Although he is in his forties, his physical fitness is definitely much better than mine.
In addition, the other party is a master of internal energy and has long luck.
How can he be compared to me?
Gradually, I felt that the old man's movements were slower, and I became more anxious.
Isn't this the rhythm of defeat?
"Old man, are you okay?"
I asked in my heart.
The old man was probably too tired to deal with it and had no time to answer me, which made me anxious inside.
Three more moves passed.
I was hit again, and all I could do was watch myself fly backwards.
The moment I flew out, my consciousness returned to my body.
As soon as he flew into the air, he felt a sweetness in his throat and his breath became disordered.
He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
The blood turned into a blood mist in the air and fell to the ground.
Oh shit I secretly cursed the old man in my heart: "You are pretending to be the one to do it, but I will resist when I get beaten."
But this is my body, and I can’t afford to be careless.
As soon as we landed, we didn't dare to get up immediately like before.
Instead, he lay there and took in his breath for a long time.
After half a meal, I raised my eyes and saw Su Nanshan suddenly flying down from the attic, landing beside me, his left hand on my shoulder, and asking me in a gentle and magnetic voice: "How are you?"
"Probably not dead."
I smiled bitterly.
I really didn't have the energy to speak, so I just said this sentence and felt out of breath.
I opened my mouth and vomited blood again.
Then I heard Su Nanshan say: "Friend, please help my Su family.
I remember this love, you can have a good rest."
The Su family is my family.
If I don't help, who can help?
I looked at Su Nanshan with a helpless face, and could only secretly sigh that I was still not strong enough to help my grandfather solve his problems.
Su Nanshan stood up again, with a hint of anger between his brows.
He stared at Zou Yang closely and said slowly: "You bully others just because you have the inner strength.
I'm afraid that's not justified."
"He is looking for death on his own.
He doesn't have the strength to pretend."
Zou Yang glanced at me lying on the ground coldly, and there was no pity in his words.
This is the fact.
The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit.
If he wins, he has the right to say that I am seeking death.
At this moment, I was cursing secretly in my heart: "If I had the strength, I would definitely kill this bastard."
"Really?"
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Su Nanshan also had a slight smile on his face, but that smile looked very evil to me.
Then I heard him suddenly say a little excited: "I think you are also looking for death."
As soon as he finished speaking, his empty sleeves danced.
This time, it was Su Nanshan who moved his left hand, and in an instant, he was in front of Zou Yang.
The raised left hand turned into a claw and caught Zou Yang's throat, leading him forward two or three meters before he could stop.
Then he raised his hand high and actually lifted Zou Yang, a master of internal strength, into the air "Are you looking for death?"
I only had time to sigh at the "ghostly and swift movement", but I didn't see Sunanshan's movements clearly at all.
It wasn't until he paused that he realized that Zou Yang could only struggle in his hand.
In a moment, I saw Zou Yang's old face turn the color of pig liver.
"Stop it," a voice sounded, and another person flew down from the attic.
That person did not land in front of me, but in front of Sunanshan.
She suddenly reached out with her hand, grabbed Sun Nanshan's hand, and reached out with the other hand to grab Zou Yang's shoulder.
He yelled to stop, and used both hands to pull hard, pulling the two people apart.
Mu Qingxin's eyes suddenly bulged, and when I looked at the person coming down, she turned out to be a master of internal energy: