The little old man couldn't help but ask: "You don't even ask about anything. Do you really have no curiosity at all?"
Ye Gucheng was silent for a moment and said, "No, it's not like I'm not interested in anything."
The little old man said excitedly: "If you tell me what you are interested in, maybe I can help you."
Ye Gucheng said very seriously: "You can definitely do it."
Looking at Ye Gucheng's expression, the little old man couldn't help but straighten his face and asked, "What's the matter?"
Ye Gucheng said: "What I am most curious about is how high your martial arts is."
The little old man was greatly moved: "Is this a challenge to myself?"
The little old man said: "You can try it."
Ye Gucheng asked carefully, and the little old man answered very carefully. Ye Gucheng was cautious because he was in awe, while the little old man was cautious because he could not tolerate any mistakes.
The two of them had long wanted to test each other's depth, but neither of them dared to bring it up casually. In the end, Ye Gucheng couldn't help but bring up the topic first.
The two of them stopped talking, and the air gradually solidified.
Ye Gucheng silently performed the Toad Kung Fu, and his momentum kept rising. Now he no longer needed to do such inelegant exercises while lying on the ground.
The little old man was secretly shocked. He had never seen a person's momentum increase so quickly.
Ye Gucheng suddenly opened his mouth and said "Wow", and a wave of air pushed towards the little old man with his palms.
The little old man was suffocated.
I saw the little old man's palms suddenly more than doubled in size, red to purple, and the big handprints were connected to Ye Gucheng.
Ye Gucheng's palm was the result of a lifetime of hard work and was not intended to be a test.
Although the description of the little old man's martial arts in the original work was extremely terrifying, Ye Gucheng was confident that his martial arts that he had practiced for hundreds of years would not lose to anyone, and his experience in fighting was unmatched. The only thing he could worry about was his skill.
At this time, Ye Gucheng was nearly forty years old, and the little old man was more than sixty years old. In the past, Ye Gucheng would not have considered the problem this way, even with Zhang Sanfeng's century-old skill.
But the description of the little old man by Gu Long was too exaggerated, and in the end there was no ending. It was because it was unreasonable no matter how I wrote it, unless it allowed him to win a great victory, so in the end it was left alone.
The two palms touched each other, and there was a muffled "bang" sound, just like a bomb exploding. Ye Gucheng's hut suddenly fell into pieces, and the huge air wave razed the hut to the ground.
Ye Gucheng swayed and took a step back.
The little old man's face turned red and then faded away.
Ye Gucheng's eyes were red, his palms and feet were shaking, but the little old man just stood there motionless with a solemn expression.
This loud noise immediately attracted everyone on the island. Looking at the posture of the two men, it was obvious that they were taking action.
After watching for a while, the two had no intention of further fighting. Ye Gucheng gradually calmed down, his hands and feet stopped shaking, and his eyes became clear again.
Ye Gucheng cupped his fists and said, "I admire you! I admire you!"
The little old man said: "Chengyi! Chengyi!"
The little old man turned around and left, his steps still brisk, but everyone saw a hint of solemnity.
Ye Gucheng once again shocked everyone on the island, which was much more sensational than Zhan Gong Jiushi.
The martial arts of the people on this island all come from the little old man. No one knows how high the little old man's martial arts is. They just occasionally watch the little old man take action inadvertently. These are all powerful masters outside, but they seem so vulnerable. . ….
Ye Gucheng is actually on the same level as him, isn't he even higher than the Ninth Young Master?
Gong Jiu looked at Ye Gucheng with extremely complicated eyes.
Ye Gucheng was also shocked. The little old man really lived up to his reputation and his skills were better than his own. Looking back on his own experiences, could he also be a time traveler?
This palm contest made the little old man and Ye Gucheng feel reassured, and they finally no longer had to guess about each other's martial arts.
The little old man brought a rare bottle of wine to Ye Gucheng. Only Ye Gucheng on this island was qualified to have a drink with him.
Ye Gucheng shook his head: "I don't drink."
little old man
The leader said: "You don't love fine wine and delicious food, and you don't appreciate my martial arts skills when it comes to beauty and power. Now that you know it, don't you have any other pursuits in your life?"
Ye Gucheng said: "My pursuit now is to defeat you."
The little old man said: "Your martial arts skills are beyond my expectation. It will be a matter of time before you defeat me."
Ye Gucheng sneered: "When you are old and weak?"
Although the little old man's words seemed modest, they sounded condescending.
The little old man: "There's nothing you can do about me being more than twenty years older than you, and it's the same thing if I'm aging before you."
Ye Gucheng said: "I just want to defeat you when you are at your peak."
The little old man nodded, actually understanding. He is also such a person. Without this momentum, how could he become such a master.
The little old man also began to be obsessed with power after he saw all the small ones in martial arts.
The little old man said: "If you defeat me, will you join us?"
Ye Gucheng said: "If I can defeat you, can you still live? People are dead, and you still care about these things."
The little old man was silent. A full-strength attack by the two of them would definitely be earth-shattering. On the line between life and death, no one could guarantee that they would survive.
The little old man asked: "You really don't consider the task I mentioned? There is really no risk and huge rewards for you."
Ye Gucheng was also surprised. The little old man's martial arts skills were better than his own, and he had so many talented people under his command. Why did he have to look for him?
Ye Gucheng asked: "Why do you have to come to me for anything?"
The little old man was silent for a moment, and he didn't want to say anything anymore.
Ye Gucheng said: "You'd better stop talking. I can see from your look that it's not a trivial matter and I don't want to get involved."
The little old man said: "If you don't want to do it, you better not know about it. I'll take you back to the Central Plains."
Ye Gucheng wondered: "Why are you willing to send me back again?"
The little old man said: "What's the point? It doesn't make any sense if I force you to stay here. When you figure it out, you can come back to me."
The little old man personally put Ye Gucheng on the boat, and Beef Soup followed behind him. Shaman watched from a distance, but did not have the courage to rush forward.
Ye Gucheng just glanced at the people on the island indifferently, without stopping at anyone, and turned around to get on the boat.
Ye Gucheng was sitting on the boat, but his spirit was not relaxed. He was always ready to sink the boat. This was a consistent routine in martial arts. If you sit on a boat, it will sink.
But Ye Gucheng didn't have the protagonist's life, and he returned to the land calmly.
Seeing the land approaching, Ye Gucheng felt like he was a villain. To the extent that the little old man is like this, he and himself can be said to be sympathetic to each other. He wants to conquer himself, not kill himself.
Ye Gucheng shook his head and laughed. After more than a month, he set foot on the land of the Central Plains again.
But the moment he stepped on land, he suddenly felt something strange and murderous.
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1980s
