[81. Angel Wings]

The man retreated three steps in a row and could stand firm. The two old men shouted softly, with a trace of surprise on their faces. The old man in black robe touched his three-foot long beard and showed a playful smile, "Hey, white old ghost, it's okay if you haven't made progress in chess over the years. Unexpectedly, even your kung fu has fallen, and now there is even a descendant. The younger generation can't help it. It seems that you are going back the more you live.

The old man in the white robe stared, his beard was upturned, the chess pieces in his hand were thrown, his neck was blocked, and his cheeks showed strange flushing. "Old black man, don't say anything sarcastic things here. I was just afraid of hurting this boy, so I didn't work hard. Humph, if I really do this boy, I can't stand three moves."

"Oh? Is it?" The old man in black picked up the wine pot in his hand and took a sip. It was really strange that there was wine flowing down from the originally empty wine pot. The old man in black robe touched the wine stains on his mouth and smiled faintly, "Hey, white old ghost, shall we make a bet?"

The old man in white robe frowned, "What bet? Just talk to me."

The old man in black robe took a sip of wine again and squeaked his lips, "Tsk, your Longyan Yulu is still delicious. I'm still a little short of wine. In fact, there is nothing. I won't let you break this chess game. As long as you can hit this boy in three moves, even if I lose this game, if it doesn't work, hey..."

The old man in white robe stared into the copper bell, gasping for breath, blushing, and roared loudly, "What? Will I lose to this boy? Humph! Black old ghost, I will tell you that I will take this bet. If I don't beat this boy down in three moves, I will drink my dragon jade liquid as you in the future. But if I win, hehe... How are you doing?" The old man in white robe looked at the old man in black with a sneer.

Hearing the words of the old man in white, the old man in black took down the wine pot in his hand and patted the middle chessboard, "Okay! I didn't expect you to play so much. Today, I shouldn't be so scared that I look scared. As long as you can knock this boy down in three moves, you can take my ice milk.

"Good! This is what you said. Don't regret it then," the old man in white robe was extremely happy and his eyebrows fluttered. "Come on, let's clap high-five and swear, and then don't regret it."

The old man in black frowned and blew his beard and stared, "Humph! Can I still frame you, old man? "The high-five is high-five." The two clasped their hands there and vowed not to look at the man, but put the bet aside.

Seeing that the two old men were there to bet on themselves and did not ask about their wishes, the man couldn't help frowning and said in a low voice, "The two seniors really have something to ask for here. I don't know if the two Chinese elders treat guests like this?"

The old man in white robe was happy, and a playful smile appeared on his face. "Oh, I can't see it. I actually know the origin of our two immortals. Hey hey, in this case, it's easy to do. Come on, it's strange to let me punch you down, or you will suffer. After saying that, he took off his sleeves and walked quickly to the man.

The man frowned more tightly and didn't wait for the old man in the white robe to take action. The old man in black robe raised his legs. I don't know when he took out a chicken leg in his hand and ate it. After biting the chicken leg, he took a sip of the wine in his hand and wiped the oily stain in his mouth with his sleeve. "Hey, that boy, put it away in advance and wait for him. Let's talk about it after fighting. If you can survive three moves under this old man, I will promise to do three things for you.

The man's eyes lit up and his eyebrows raised, "Really?" As soon as he finished speaking, he laughed at himself and said, "Yes, with the status of the two predecessors among the Chinese people, I don't think you will lie to me. OK, then let's make a deal."

Hearing the dialogue between the two, the old man in white robe with an angry beard, jumped up and down from where to jump up and down, pointing at the old man in black robe and scolding, "You black-hearted old ghost, actually let outsiders come against me. Humph, wait and wait for me to knock him down and deal with you."

After saying that, he stared at the blonde man and pointed to his nose and scolded, "Okay, you son of a dead boy, you have to ask for trouble. Wait, don't blame me for my heavy hands. Look at my buttocks blooming if I don't hit."

The blonde man looked calm. Although his face was tired, his face was full of perseverance and his hands were held in his fists. However, looking at his strange appearance, it was obvious that he had just learned such etiquette. "This senior is thought to be a white old man known as Longyan Jushi in the Chinese people, and this move is also unbreakable, because I really have something to ask for, so I have to offend him.

The white snorted coldly and didn't say anything. He clenched his right fist and hit forward. I don't see how fierce the fist wind is, but it looks as vulnerable as the wind and rain. The old man took a step forward, the dead leaves on the ground did not move at all, and the fists in his hand went towards the face of the blonde man, which was extremely simple and not fancy.

Although this punch seemed to be powerless, the blonde man felt that in this light punch, it was like the top of thousands of mountains, and a fierce spirit came towards him, which made people dare not fight. The blonde man opened his eyes, his feet were on the ground, and his whole body floated back like the wind.

The blonde man flew back, but the white-robed old man's fist accompanied him like a shadow. No matter how the blonde man dodged, he could not escape the old man's fist. The blonde man frowned, his body was in mid-air, his handprints were connected, and he read words in his mouth. Suddenly, his eyes opened and a cold light flashed, and his hands waved forward. A golden bucket air spewed out thinly, condensing a golden shield three feet in front of him.

The white-robed old man hit him with his fist, and the golden shield broke in response, but the old man's fist did not diminish at all. In a blink of an eye, he came to the man again, but after all, he was blocked by the shield. When he came to the man, the blonde man had already condensed another piece in front of him. For three times, the blonde man could make the old man look plain, but in fact, the powerful fist was slightly delayed. The old man's fist slowed down a little, and the golden man grabbed the gap and got out of the range covered by the fist.

Seeing that the blonde man was out of his fist, the old man in white robe did not chase him. He stopped behind him, with a smile on his face and couldn't take his eyes off of the man in front of him. "Hey, the boy is good. He has a little way to let you avoid my punch."

Compared with the leisurely look of the old man in white, the blonde man is much more embarrassed. Although the fight just now seems to be downplayed, his forehead has seen sweat. If Ian is here, he must be surprised. Looking at the man's golden fighting spirit just now, which is clearly the symbol of the nine-level warrior, and the color of the fighting spirit is even more pure than Kate's. It is such a strong man who is so embarrassed in the face of the white-robed old man's random blow. How superb should the strength of the old man in front of him be?

The old man in black robe saw the man dodging a punch, and the corners of his mouth smiled more better. "Hey, the boy is good. The old man didn't look away. There are still two moves. Come on!"

The old man in white squinted his eyes, stroked his beard with his left hand, and a treacherous smile leaked from the corners of his mouth, as if an old fox saw a chicken, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. "Hey, the boy is not bad. This is interesting. It must be very cool to beat him."

As soon as the words fell, the old man's figure disappeared in place. The golden man's expression condensed, and the golden bucket gas gathered in his left hand turned into a long sword and stabbed him to his side. The space fluctuated and then disappeared. The golden man's sword was handed over his right hand, and a golden shield quickly condensed on his left hand. The shield was shining brightly, and the golden light shone like substance.

The man was on alert, and suddenly there was a strange movement behind him. An arm stretched out from the middle and hit the man's back. Before his arm was hit, the man had turned around and his left shield protected his chest. The arm hit the shield, and the man's body seemed to have been hit by a huge force and flew backwards. The shield on his left hand broke in the air and slowly dissipated into a little golden light.

The blonde man twisted his body in the air, fell down, and took several steps to stand firm. The white robe slowly walked out of the void, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. On the other hand, the old man in black robe looked still, but at this time, the chicken leg in his hand had been replaced by a roast lamb leg. The color was golden and the aroma was attractive. There seemed to be endless wine in his wine pot.

The blonde man stood firmly, with golden light shining in his eyes, long golden hair fluttering in the wind, and a golden sword in his hand, which was indescribably heroic and extraordinary. The golden man's face was full of resoluteness and whispered, "It's impolite to come and go. This seems to be an ancient sentence from your Chinese people. Since today's comparison, why can only your predecessors make a move? Please also ask the senior to take me a move."

After listening to this, the old man in white robe suddenly became interested and smiled, as if he didn't pay attention to the previous two defeats. "It's not bad. I actually know how to change the defense to attack, okay, okay," the old man waved to the blonde man as he spoke, "Come on, I'll let you a little longer today, and this last move will be again. You come to attack."

The blonde man's eyes condensed slightly and held his breath. The golden light on his body won for a moment, and a piece of scales began to appear all over his body, quickly forming a golden armor, and even his original resolute face was covered by a helmet. The blonde man flashed with golden light, like a god descending to the earth, irresistible, giving people a sense of unsight. With armor attached, the blonde man did not attack. His right hand was stationed with his sword, and his left hand drew a mysterious pattern in the air. A six-pointed star array was present from the air. The man waved his left hand, and the six-pointed star integrated into his body and disappeared.

The moment the six-pointed star array integrated into the body, a flame suddenly rose in the man's body, and a golden flame covered his whole body. The flame slowly receded, revealing a pair of golden wings behind him.

The old man in black, who was sitting peacefully, paused at the moment he saw the golden wings, and whispered to himself, "Huh? Angel wings? Is this boy actually from the Holy Court? No, if the angel wings used by the people of the holy court should kneel down and pray with the help of the power of faith, why can he use it without words? How on earth did he do it?" The eyes of the old man in black were full of doubts.