The moment Xiang Yang came to the open space in front of the cave, he also saw a bearded man standing on a huge rock. He had never seen this person before, but he knew that this was the person he was looking for.

The big beard with a dense face could not see clearly what she looked like, whether she was beautiful or ugly, her age, whether she was vicious or good. The only thing that was beyond Xiang Yang's expectations was the person's thinner figure.

"I originally thought it was a mighty man with a bearded face, such as a man like Zhang Fei, but I didn't expect it to be a little short, unexpectedly there was a bit cute contrast."

Xiang Yang looked at the bearded man who was about the same height as him, narrowed his eyes and said nothing, jumped to the bearded man on the rock. The Yanling Knife in his hand used a move to cut Huashan, but his strength was seven points exposed and three points hidden inside, and he was always ready to change his moves.

The moment Xiang Yang jumped up, the bearded man also jumped towards Xiang Yang as if he was in a sympathy. The two figures intertwined in the air. The bearded man made his hands into his palms. Facing Xiang Yang's fierce sword, his palms were inserted into the blade with great accuracy, and his palms were pressed against the sword surface of Yan Lingdao.

Xiang Yang flipped his wrist and turned into a slash. The long sword suddenly transformed into three sword shadows, cutting them towards the big beard's throat, chest, and abdomen. It was Yun Long's three moves.

The bearded man showed a hint of surprise, but although he was not panicked, his palms fell gently into the gaps of three sword shadows like flowers, and hit the blade. With a crisp sound, Xiang Yang and the bearded man trembled at the same time, and after landing on the ground, he walked forward a few steps.

Xiang Yang turned around, held the long sword behind him, looking leisurely, his eyes full of appreciation of mutual appreciation, full of style.

However, the right hand holding the knife was shaking constantly, and the blue veins on the back of the hand burst out, looking extremely terrifying. The bearded man's internal strength was so powerful, at least he was quite serious, and his aggressiveness was far superior to Quanzhen's internal strength.

The bearded man also put his palm behind his back and swung it downwards, stretching his five fingers to relieve the soreness and pain. He thought he could break the knife with one blow, but he didn't expect that the young man's long knife was good and he was very careful in creating it. What's more important is that the internal force on the blade was continuous and tough, which actually resisted his palm strike.

Just now, the two of them fought in mid-air, and changed their moves twice in a short time and collided once in an instant. It can be said that it was extremely dangerous. This danger is different from Xiang Yang's plot against the poison scholar. It is the tension and stimulation of a head-on fight in martial arts.

"Young man, what's your name? It's good to see your martial arts. Since you have already broken through the Heifeng Mountain Village, why do you still have to come and ask me for trouble?"

Don’t think that what the bearded man said is nonsense. He could see that Xiang Yang’s constable suit was issued by Anyuan County Yamen, which means that this is a constable from a county Yamen.

Over the years, Anyuan, including several nearby counties, has always wanted to destroy Heifeng Mountain Village, but it has never been successful. The biggest contributor is not him, but the poison scholar.

He is famous just because he is the master and the one with the highest martial arts skills, and definitely not because he has participated in the many times of burning, killing, looting, so he has made enough credit for some constables.

Another point is that Xiang Yang has such martial arts at such a young age, and his future is absolutely limitless. The bearded man doesn’t understand why Xiang Yang takes this risk and must catch him before he can stop. Don’t you know that the two tigers will suffer one injury when they fight?

Xiang Yang was silent for a while. In fact, if there were no tasks issued by the Book of Wordless Heaven, among which the Thirteen Styles of Flying Sand and Walking Stones were the martial arts he was determined to obtain, he would not be idle and troubled by the bearded man.

Once the copycat was destroyed, the bearded man was not a good person, let alone never heard of any bad deeds of this person. He just made a name for a master.

"It's not about causing trouble for you, it's about my first martial arts skills. If you want to find a strong player to practice, you can also treat me as a martial arts fanatic. Now you are challenging you, not someone from the government to arrest you."

Xiang Yang still opened his mouth and placed his relieved right hand on his waist. The long knife pointed to the ground covered with sand and gravel. The burning heat in his eyes could not be concealed.

The bearded man smiled, not knowing what to say. Martial arts meant that he was obsessed with martial arts and stopped practicing sooner or later. Xiang Yang's behavior is more suitable for being called a martial arts madman.

"Okay, let's see if you have the same quality to deal with me."

The bearded man stepped on his feet and ran towards Xiang Yang. He jumped and moved forward like a fish swimming in the water. With a hazy dreamy feeling, Xiang Yang was very alert. His internal skills were strong and his palm skills were damaged. Even his light skills were so good. This bearded man was definitely not a person without his origin.

Apart from the freak of Xiang Yang, generally speaking, ordinary people need to have masters and elders to support them when practicing martial arts. For example, Liu Cheng has masters, Yuanbao has also taught monk Ku, and various sects have been derived.

To measure the foundation of a sect, in addition to the strong, the power, and the number of people, a very important point is the amount of martial arts and the depth of the foundation.

The bearded man is both martial arts and skilled inside and outside, and they are all very good. Ordinary little shrimps do not have this kind of background. Xiang Yang suspected that this person might be like Song Zuwu, an abandoned or traitor from a certain sect.

As for what sect it is, given that until today, Xiang Yang has only been wandering around in the small place of Anyuan, and his vision is extremely lacking, and he cannot tell the origin of his martial arts skills at all.

However, the other party had already taken action, and Xiang Yang's blood was boiling. He scratched the long sword from his right waist, and at the same time used his magical and ever-changing body movement to fight with the bearded man.

During the battle, Xiang Yang became more and more frightened as he fought. The opponent's steps were like a swimming fish playing in the water, and he could actually compare with his magical actions without falling behind.

A pair of fleshy palms flew up and down. Although the moves were simple and simple, the attack contained a cold palm wind, which delayed his move. His body seemed to be in a gloomy cemetery, with flesh and muscles and bones numb.

If Quanzhen's internal strength was not for the authentic Taoist tradition, the most mellow and harmonious, and the endless stamina, which could alleviate this strange feeling, maybe he would have been slapped to death by a big beard.

"What kind of palm technique is this? And this internal force doesn't seem to be developed recently, just a tree of Pueraria root."

Xiang Yang was still thinking about whether the bearded man's martial arts skills had been practicing recently or had already achieved success. According to his guess, even if a tree of Pueraria root has the effect of improving his skills, it is very limited. It is impossible to upgrade a person who is just slightly stronger than Wang Ying to the point where his martial arts skills are even more powerful than Wang Ying.

"The only explanation is that the bearded man intentionally let Wang Ying go, not that he could not kill him. This also caused Wang Ying to feel that the bearded man was not strong in martial arts. It was too scammed."

He sideways avoided the bearded man's palm that was poked by his five fingers. Xiang Yang stepped back several times and took a few deep breaths, which made his stiff body return to normal. He frowned and stared at the bearded man, feeling that he had no idea how to start.

He has no high cultivation level, no advantage in martial arts practice, and no rich experience in fighting. For the first time, Xiang Yang felt that it was unreasonable to issue tasks without word-free heavenly books.
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