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Chapter 1396 Your life belongs to me(2/2)

Tang Fan looked at the thunder that gradually dispersed, and his understanding of this magical power deepened.

Tang Fan landed next to the sloppy old man, cupped his fists and bowed.

"Thank you, senior, for your guidance and helping me develop this style of boxing!"

"Is it finished?"

"It's done!"

"not enough!"

"Can it be stronger?"

"I mean, I haven't beaten you enough!"

"you……"

Tang Fan only felt a dark shadow flash in front of him, and the sloppy old man flew in front of him and raised his fist.

"boom!"

"ah!"

Tang Fan was instantly knocked away and hit the stone wall behind him again.

"boom……"

This time, there was no deep hole.

A corner of the stone wall was completely shattered.

"Old man, you've gone too far!"

Tang Fan flew out of the dust angrily, and when he was about to fight back, he suddenly froze.

"Are you okay?"

The sloppy old man seemed to smile.

"fine?"

Tang Fan looked down at himself, confused.

Although he was knocked away, not only was his body uninjured, he was quite comfortable.

"Come on, hit me!"

The sloppy old man said softly.

"Feishuang... no, melt seven moves with one punch!"

A trace of cruelty flashed in Tang Fan's eyes, and he clenched his fist and struck.

"boom!"

The figure flew upside down, and naturally it was Tang Fan again.

But this time, he just hit the mountain wall lightly.

"Come again!"

Tang Fan understood instantly and clenched his fist again to strike.

"boom……"

Tang Fan's figure flew upside down again and again, but his progress was also obvious.

Until, after flying out, he could stabilize his body in mid-air.

"I don't believe it!"

Tang Fan roared angrily and struck again with a fist.

"boom!"

This time, Tang Fan only took a dozen feet back, while the sloppy old man took two steps back.

"Two steps..."

The sloppy old man was a little surprised.

"It seems that I despise you..."

Sloppy raised his fist again, but was blocked by the old man in green shirt.

"Lao Du, we agreed to take turns beating him..."

Before the sloppy old man could reply, the old man in blue had already stood up, and a small silver sword flew out from his head.

The sword instantly stretched and slashed down towards Tang Fan's head.
Chapter completed!
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