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boom!

Suddenly, the debris of the house buried on the old man seemed to be impacted by a huge force, and all flew up.

At the same time as the debris of the house flew up, the figure of the old man reappeared in front of Liu Zhengyang.

I saw the old man standing like a javelin, and laughed loudly: "It really deserves to be the legendary Liu Zhengyang, his physical strength is a mess, it is very difficult to get injured, and he has a lot of fighting experience. This old man has not fought happily for a long time. It's been a while, I don't know if you can satisfy me."

As soon as the voice fell, the old man rushed up again.

Liu Zhengyang asked curiously, "How long has it been since you fought seriously?"

"Think about it carefully, since I joined the Pill Society, no cultivator has dared to provoke me for fifty-six years." The old man said with emotion: "I haven't fought for so many years. Just use you to practice your hands."

Boom boom boom!

While speaking, the old man had punched more than 300 punches and started a fierce confrontation with Liu Zhengyang.

And Liu Zhengyang is naturally **** for tat.

After so many fists fought, Liu Zhengyang keenly noticed that the old man's fist was seriously injured again.

And because the speed and frequency of punching is too fast, the speed of the old man's injury is also very amazing.

With their current strength, it is normal to hit hundreds of punches in a second.

A monk was injured at such an astonishing speed, and even if he took the healing medicine, he could never recover.

But what made Liu Zhengyang speechless was that the old man was injured quickly, but the wound also recovered at an incredible speed, so that Liu Zhengyang could never really hurt him. If he hadn't seen the old man showing pain occasionally, Liu Zhengyang would have almost thought that when he found out that the old man was injured, what he saw was just an illusion.

After fighting for hundreds of punches in a row, he couldn't cause damage to the old man, and Liu Zhengyang also changed his tactics.

He lowered the speed of his punches while increasing his strength, hitting the old man with heavy fists one after another.

Every punch delivered a deafening sound of wind and thunder.

Such a heavy fist fell on the old man's body, and the damage caused was naturally very amazing.

The old man's fist bones, forearm bones, and even ribs have been broken for unknown times.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, he would have completely lost his combat effectiveness.

But the old man still seemed to be fine except for a little blood on his body.

"What's going on?" Liu Zhengyang frowned and asked puzzled: "Old man, why is your recovery speed so fast? Do you have an immortal body? No, no, no, a real immortal body cannot exist. That is simply impossible to do.”

As an excellent alchemist, Liu Zhengyang is still very authoritative in this regard.

If the cultivator's body could become immortal, he would have already done it.

But if it is not the body of immortality, how should the old man's situation be explained?

The old man sneered, "Do you think I'll tell you?"

"Well, I asked a stupid question." Liu Zhengyang reluctantly admitted: "But even if you don't admit it, I can roughly guess what's going on. The only thing that can give you this ability can only be drugs. , although I don't know what drugs you used, but there must be a price."

After that, Liu Zhengyang continued to attack.

He wanted to see where the old man's limits were.