Chapter 568 (1/2)

There is no image, not to mention quality.

For a war, the most important and only element is to win or lose.

Yes, Fang Yan has always been a handsome, cool and sunny boy. He didn't eat leftovers, he didn't wear dirty clothes, and he didn't even do the spitting on the street.

Fang Yan never even thought about spitting in people's mouths - he felt sick when he thought about it.

But this is a fighter!

When Wu Chi Hou Zhendong's cracking magical skill became a continuous formation, playing a rhythm. His boxing style is also the most hegemonic rhythm, even with Fang Yan's strength, if you fight hard, you will only suffer a big loss.

In addition, there is another feature of crazing skill, that is, the old fist can connect with the new fist, and the old force can connect with the new force.

If it's common people's Kung Fu, you can get rid of it with a single blow. If it doesn't hurt people or objects, the energy will naturally disappear in the air. But the cracking work is different. Their air flow can form lightning, and a single lightning can form a grid.

They depend on each other and support each other. It became a small independent world.

When something or something comes into contact, it will immediately explode angrily, giving the other party the most powerful blow - just like a virgin.

Hou Zhendong can become one of the seven Chinese spoons, not Hou Xiaolong or anyone else. Naturally, it has its own unique features.

He was able to win more and lose less in hundreds of battles, and he was able to fight with the green dragon Mo qingenemy at the peak. In Fang Yan's opinion, in addition to the fact that he had been pestering the old wine ghost for a long time, the most important reason was that there was something in this man that attracted Mo qingenemy.

What can a middle-aged fat man attract Mo Qingdi? It's not the body, it's not the face, it's just Kung Fu.

It is precisely because I have seen the power of crazing, the reason why Fangyan retreats continuously!

Fang Yan knows their advantages and knows that he is not suitable to fight with them. He has never robbed a horse and killed his father. Is it necessary to fight with others?

So Fang Yan needs an opportunity!

A chance to make him fight, a chance to make him fight back in a desperate situation.

He didn't know about Wu Chi. He didn't know that he had the bad habit of shouting when he was fighting with others.

Don't he know that it's easy to absorb the fog coming into the top of the mountain or the dust splashing when kicking?

Even if he's not afraid of this, didn't anyone spit on his face when he was fighting with others?

Pay attention to hygiene, start with some small habits.

Fang Yan thinks Wu Chi is a man who doesn't pay much attention to hygiene.

Wu Chi just didn't care. He just felt like he was eating something, a bug or something else.

When he linked the word ”bah” that Fang Yan spat at him, he felt like eating a fly.

No, he would rather eat a hundred flies than Fangyan's spit.

Wu Chi is confused!

There was a momentary short circuit in his brain.

His face was painfully contorted, and his face was furious.

”It's disgusting. How can this guy do such a thing?”

When he thought about it in his mind, there was an instant flaw in boxing Road, and there was an obvious flaw in the lightning interwoven power grid.

It's just a blink of an eye. It's already seen by Fang Yan.

At this time, Fang Yan has retreated to the edge of the cliff. If you move back a step, you may step into the air and fall into the boundless darkness.

Fang Yan is finally out!

His thin white right hand reached out, and then he plugged it into the grid woven by the crack magic.

His arm is white and tender, and his fingers are slender and flexible.

The hand seemed to have eyes and caught a flash of lightning.

Yes, he grabbed the white lightning formed by the airflow.

The air is still flowing, and the lightning is still shining white.

The thunderclap -

it struggled and twisted desperately. The surrounding air was hissed by it. One after another tiny sparks are splashed. Before you can appreciate them carefully, they will disappear.

Fang Yan grabs the lightning in his hand, and then uses it as a guide to rotate it three times in the lightning star.

When his hand came out of the lightning star, the lightning ball began to hiss, and the elliptical object became a pie.

Like a silver bottle, like a gun.

There are countless lightning threads stretching out, and then instantly retracted. When retracting, the pie lightning expanded a lot. It's like a shot put suddenly becomes a flying saucer.Bang -

the silver ball of lightning suddenly exploded.