Urban Iron-Blooded Soldier King

"Elder martial brother, long time no see."

Elder martial brother?

Dong Wenfeng looked at the old man who opened his mouth in shock, and then looked at the man on the steps. Are these two martial brothers? This white haired old man is the old man's senior brother?

"I am no longer the man who steals the door. My current title is white headed immortal." The white haired old man said indifferently.

The old man was a little silent. "Anyway, you are still my senior brother, and I am still your junior brother."

As soon as he said this, the white headed immortal seemed to look slightly moved, but then he turned around and said, "come with me. In the mountains, where the reception is not good, bear a lot." Then he picked up the steps.

The old man hesitated for a moment and followed him. Dong Wenfeng and Li Tiezhu followed him. As he walked, Dong Wenfeng looked at the old man with strange eyes. At this time, the old man's face was gone, a little heavy, and his eyes seemed to recall something. Dong Wenfeng secretly complained. Is there any earth shaking love story between the old man and his senior brother?

"Yi Tong, give you some tea."

Dong Wenfeng and others sat down in the living room. The white headed immortal called the child just now and asked him to serve tea. Yi Tong obviously didn't want to. He dawdled and finished the tea. When it was Dong Wenfeng's turn, he gave him a hard white look.

Dong Wenfeng disagreed and gave him a grimace.

"Haven't we seen each other for fifty years? I wonder if elder martial brother's accomplishments will reach that level in the next 50 years? "

The white headed immortal drank a sip of tea and looked indifferent. "The level is too profound and touched a trace, but it has been used infinitely. The deeper he contacts the practice world, the more he feels the difficulty of practice."

Dong and Li seemed to listen to the book of heaven. They listened to you and me for a long time. In their words, they were all about practice. Although they heard it vaguely, they benefited a lot.

"Remember the original agreement?" The old man suddenly spoke.

"Of course."

Dong Wenfeng suddenly felt that this matter seemed to have something to do with himself, perhaps with the child of Yitong.

"One hundred and fifty years ago, the position of the leader of the divine thief fell into your hands. We agreed to decide the outcome from our future disciples. Now it's time." The white headed immortal's eyes are bright, and the breath revealed inadvertently makes Dong Wenfeng and others tremble. He is definitely no less than a big friar of the old man.

Dong Wenfeng sighed secretly while stabilizing his body and restless Qi. As expected, it was really related to him.

"Master, I will win. I will live up to master's expectations." A solemn but childish voice rang, and Yi Tong had volunteered to stand up.

Then he looked at Dong Wenfeng with provocative eyes. The latter had no choice but to stand up.

"Smelly boy, don't humiliate me, or I'll beat you to death!" The old man was quiet on the surface and whispered behind his back.

Dong Wenfeng ignored him, glanced at him, turned his head and said, "martial uncle, master, it's not that I don't want to fight, but this little brother is seven or eight years old? Such a young child, I am invincible... "

"Who are you talking about? You're seven or eight years old? I'm in my twenties! also! I'm not a little brother! I'm a woman, a woman, a woman! "

Dong Wenfeng stared at Yi Tong, who was so angry that he was obviously shocked by his words.

"You don't know. My disciple is indeed an adult. The reason why I look like a child of seven or eight years old is that I am born a dwarf. Moreover, my disciple has unique skills. Although I am a dwarf, my combat effectiveness is a little stronger than that of ordinary people." The white headed immortal said indifferently. He was very confident in his words.

"In that case, disciple, the competition is. There's no need to worry, but remember to stop."

Hearing the master's words, Dong Wenfeng had to stand up, "younger martial sister, please be merciful later."

Yi Tong didn't speak and gave him a white look.

Soon, the party came to the martial arts platform. Dong Wenfeng and Yi Tong stood opposite each other. Both of them were quietly adjusting their best state.

If in battle, whoever falls first loses.

"I don't know what kind of cultivation younger martial sister is. I'm at the prefecture level. I'm a medium-term cultivation," said Dong Wenfeng.

Yi Tong disdained to curl his mouth“ Like you, I'm also a prefecture level intermediate level. Unexpectedly, you don't look very good. Your cultivation is quite high. "

"But that's all. You're definitely not my opponent. Come on, I'll let you out first. I won't be merciful!"

Dong Wenfeng smiled and just wanted to refuse, but he only felt a strong wind coming to his face, and Yi Tong in front of him disappeared.

Then, he felt a burst of pressure on his left chest. Relying on his instinct, Dong Wenfeng quickly retreated and almost hid in the past, but there were still several cracks in his clothes.

"You sneak attack!" Dong Wenfeng said angrily.

Just now, while Dong Wenfeng was talking, Yi Tong made a sneak attack. I don't know what kind of skill it is. He didn't touch Dong Wenfeng's body. He could cut his clothes with his Qi strength.

"Hum, it's true that war is never tired of fraud. Once you really fight, who will reason with you? Wait until you win!" Yi Tong said triumphantly.

Dong Wenfeng is really angry now. In that case, he doesn't need to be merciful again.

Dong Wenfeng rushed to the opposite side like a tiger. With the body method of stealing the door, he was as fast as lightning and as fast as thunder. With all his strength, Yi Tong couldn't breathe. However, Yi Tong persisted with his very flexible body method and strange attack.

"Hum, you're just like this. Is that all?" Yi Tong has spare no effort to satirize.

Dong Wenfeng silently increased his attack and concentrated on the battle. Unconsciously, he had used the fighting skills of the beggars' sect. The attack suddenly increased, and Yi Tong couldn't support it immediately.

Peng hit his chest with a punch, as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer. He stepped back for several steps and almost sat on the ground with a surprised face.

"What's your Kung Fu? It's definitely not the Kung Fu of God stealing! "

Now it's Dong Wenfeng's turn to be proud. He laughed. "Of course, the divine thief door focuses on stealing. Isn't all the martial arts in the world in my bag?"

Yi Tong was helpless. Subconsciously, he turned his eyes to the white headed immortal for help, and the white headed immortal nodded slightly.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the Beidou Shenquan of the beggars' sect."