The master of the door fell to the ground, and his breathing became more and more rapid. Although it was just a toothpick, it was extremely fatal.

Death from a toothpick seems like an unacceptable joke to someone like him.

He kept increasing his breathing strength, but he still felt that it was getting more and more difficult for him to breathe.

Fang Zhuhou looked at him, as if he was looking at a mountain that was about to collapse.

"You can give up, there is no worth in the world."

Fang Zhuhou walked slowly to the side and sat down. The fight was so fierce that there was a chair standing there intact in the lobby.

He sat down with a chair, looking extremely tired.

It should be a fatal blow at the same heart position, and it is almost the same choice, but the difference is that the chopstick in Fang Zhuhou’s heart was not inserted too deep.

But this seems a bit unreasonable, but the facts are even more unreasonable than such unreasonable.

After hearing what Fang Zhuhou said, the sect leader looked even more ugly.

In a myth, a respected old man was cut off his heart by a vixen.

An old god said, I will help you seal your injury for the time being. As long as you leave here and don’t talk to anyone, my fairy tactics will rebirth your heart after a day and a night.

The old man walked out of the city and met the vegetable seller who was transformed by the vixen. The woman said that she sold stings without heart. In fact, stings without heart are heart-wrenching. Do you have heart-wrenchings?

After hearing this, the old man's little belief collapsed and he died after a mouthful of blood was spurted out.

This is probably the case with the sect leader at this time.

He still had faith before this sentence, so he was still unwilling to give up and compete with the world for a sigh of relief.

The sect leader let out a heavy breath, looked at Fang Zhuhou, and asked his last question: "Why can you block my attack?"

Fang Zhuhou shook his head: "Actually, I lied to you, I couldn't stop it. Your chopsticks were enough to kill me."

A trace of light appeared in the eyes of the sect leader.

Fang Zhuhou continued, "You may not believe it when you say it. Even I think it's a bit too miracle, so... don't say it anymore."

The sect leader said with difficulty: "Give me an answer, I can't die with my eyes open."

Fang Zhuhou was silent for a moment and replied in a strange but natural tone: "Because I shook my chest."

The sect leader's eyes suddenly opened wide, and his expression stiffened immediately. His eyes were filled with the meaning of how the hell you could humiliate me so much.

He didn't believe it, but at the last moment of his life, he fuckingly thought this explanation was very reasonable.

In fact, this is the fact.

The moment the chopstick touched Fang Zhuhou's chest, Fang Zhuhou felt it. It was also at that moment that he contracted the muscles in his chest.

This is indeed an incredible thing. Even if you hold someone else's ear and tell him that he is shaking his chest to save himself, others will respond to you with your fart eyes.

You can beat him until he surrenders. He cried and nodded to admit that you were right, but he would still treat you as a fool in his heart.

How can I use the pectoralis major muscle to transfer the attack?

This is what Fang Zhuhou did. The moment the chopsticks touched the skin, the pectoralis major muscle trembled, and the chopsticks were taken a little more open. It was not that the amplitude was very wide, but it was really

Avoid the key points.

In theory, this is the same as a chopstick flying towards you and you push it away with your fingers.

Well, theoretically.

Fang Zhuhou looked at the expression of the sect leader, and he sighed softly: "I said, I shouldn't tell you, and you shouldn't listen."

The sect leader lost his strength and lay back on the ground. He looked at the roof and his breathing became weaker and weaker.

The last thought in life is... Can you avoid a fatal blow when shaking that thing?

In order to make rational use of the strength of the muscles, he may have thought about how 99% of the muscles can work, but he has never thought that the muscles in the chest can be used alone without cooperating with other parts. Fang Zhuhou looked at the fallen sect leader, watched the sect leader stop breathing, and watched the person's body become stiff.

He said after a long silence, "Maybe it's because my breasts... are indeed bigger than yours."

This sentence should not be what a fairy-like character like him should say, but it was a fairy-like character like him who said this, which gave Li Chi the idea of ​​practicing that thing more in the future.

It's not just Li Chi.

After Fang Zhuhou finished saying that, Mr. Wu looked down at his chest, and Mr. Ye also looked down at his chest.

Then Mr. Wu saw his wife, and Su Xiaosu subconsciously looked down at her chest, and... the regret and helplessness on her face seemed to be bigger than other men...

At that moment, Su Xiaosu seemed to see Mr. Wu feel regret and helplessness for her.

Mr. Wu walked over and patted his wife's shoulder lightly.

Su Xiaosu asked weakly and softly in an extremely low voice: "Is there any help?"

Mr. Wu remained silent for a long time and replied in an extremely low voice: "I will try harder in the future."

Su Xiaosu: "If you can't..."

Mr. Wu: "I can do it! I will definitely do it!"

Su Xiaosu smiled. She was such a beautiful woman. When she smiled, she was like the spring breeze blew on her face, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze.

When Fang Zhuhou sat there, he had reached his limit. Although the battle with the sect leader was not that long, the energy and physical strength consumed took a long time to make up for it.

"Maybe......"

Fang Zhuhou stood up with difficulty, walked to the sect leader and squatted down, and closed the sect leader's eyes with his hands. He said as if he was talking to himself: "You are actually more powerful than me, but you are alone."

If the sect leader heard this, his heart might have been overturned.

Fang Zhuhou meant...he actually took advantage, because when he arrived, the sect leader had already fought with many masters.

Especially when facing Su Xiaosu, the sect leader had to raise his spirit and dared not be ashamed of the slightest resentment.

The situation of four or six openings is already life and death.

As long as he doesn't care a little, he may die under the blow of Su Xiaosu's finger-turning sword.

Because of this, when the sect leader fought with Fang Zhuhou, he was not in absolute peak state, but Fang Zhuhou was.

However, it is meaningless to think about these things again. If a person dies, he will die. In this world, there may be only one prince left.

He sat down again by holding the wall next to him, as if he didn't even have enough strength to stand up.

"You will be stronger in the future."

Fang Zhuhou looked at Li Chi: "If... you spend your whole life practicing qigong."

Li Chi smiled, then moved his chest: "From this?"

I could tell through the clothes that I was moving.

Fang Zhuhou also smiled, and there was a smile in his eyes like a junior, you shut up.

At the same time, on the roof of a wooden building, only a few dozen feet away from Songhe Tower, the eyes of those who were lying here were full of fanaticism and surprise. Even though the decisive battle in the building had ended, the fanaticism and surprise in his eyes still did not retreat at all.

He thought he could only see the unparalleled martial arts of the sect leader, but he did not expect that he would gain even greater results.

He saw the decisive battle between the Qingshanke and the sect leader. He may have been the strongest two people in the Central Plains in the past thousand years.

The fanaticism in his eyes was because he had vaguely touched the truth that he had never understood thoroughly.

There is no one in this world who can still guide him in his martial arts, and the sect leader is one of them.

But the sect leader could no longer give him any advice, so he was helpless and sad. In order to prevent him from surpassing him, the sect leader had never taken action in front of him for fifteen years.

But at this moment, he saw and still saw two people like the sect leader.

He couldn't help laughing, and the curve of his mouth was getting bigger and bigger.

What is Ning, what is the emperor, what is the country, what is the country, and what is the country, he only cares about the beauty he saw at this time.

After a long time, he quietly retreated.

At some point, an idea appeared in his mind. If he had passed by now, no one in the incomplete wooden building would be his opponent.

He could send all those people to hell with one knife and follow his senior brother who had gone away.

But he finally gave up on this plan.

When the sect leader went south, he once told him that you just need to stay in the Holy Sword Sect and you don’t have to follow him. There are still many things in the sect that need to be presided over.

But he still followed him. If he didn't come, it would be a cowardly choice that he would never forgive himself for his whole life and a regret that would never be able to calm down in his whole life.

He left quietly and did not disturb those people because he was indeed not sure.

At least that woman's sword made him scared.

In Songhe Tower, Li Chi brought a bowl of water, took a sip, and then sprayed it on Cao Lie's face.

Cao Lie did not react at all. Li Chi was slightly stunned. This tried and true method did not work.

So Li Chi took a second sip of water and sprayed it on Cao Lie's face, increasing its strength slightly.

Cao Lie still didn't wake up, so Li Chi had to give up on him and brought the water bowl to Cen Xiaoxiao.

He squirted on Cen Xiaoxiao's face, and Cen Xiaoxiao's body shook. He should have subconsciously wanted to sit up straight immediately, but the severe pain in his ribs made him unable to get up in time.

Fortunately, my eyes were opened, although my eyes were a little confused.
To be continued...