I asked you to play the dungeon, but you are here to raise the BOSS?

"Old Huang, why are you here?" Lin Xuan was silent for a moment and asked.

"It's all right over there. After thinking about it, I realized that the fight here is not over yet. Maybe I can still put in some effort."

"Okay, that makes sense..."

Lin Xuan sighed: "Mr. Huang is already over seventy years old. General Qin's move is a bit shameless, right?"

"Haha, this is what the boss said just now, it was not a request from a certain family."

Qin Ming laughed loudly: "If the head of the family wants to break his promise and get rich, even if a certain family is torn into pieces, you will be able to go to that family."

"Old Huang, this Thunderbolt Fire Qin Ming is a majestic commander of Qingzhou, a hero with world-famous reputation."

Huang Rong pursed her lips and smiled: "Now he wants to attack you by name, are you afraid?"

"So powerful?"

Huang Shang was stunned for a moment: "But this disciple only knows a little about boxing and kicking, so he probably won't be able to take on his mace."

"Then it's over. People are bullying you because you are old, and they will kill you with a stick later."

Huang Rong rolled her eyes and continued to fan the flames: "Let's do this. Later, I will write this incident exactly on your tombstone, so that others can know the majesty of this official."

"Hmph! That's nonsense! What does a certain family need this stick for?"

Qin Ming's face flushed with shame, and he swung the mace: "Don't worry, old man, a certain family is just asking for an escape. I won't hurt you."

"In that case, I would like to thank General Qin."

Huang Shang thought for a moment and made a weird starting gesture: "General Qin, please."

"Old man, a certain family has been offended!"

Qin Ming made a fist and signaled Huang Shang to take action.

"..."

Wu Song and Lu Zhishen looked at each other, wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, and stepped aside.

If they take into account their weaponry skills and natural supernatural power, they can probably interact with the unarmed Huang Shang for a while.

Just to compete with fists and kicks, Huang Shang immediately taught him how to behave.

But the Human Torch in front of him had ordinary martial arts skills and was confident.

He actually managed to fight Old Man Huang in a one-on-one fight...

It’s really hard to think about!

The two of them thought about it and decided that it would be more comfortable not to break the news and just have fun.

"My master has recently taught me a palm technique from Lao Chan. Lao Chan is dull and has been struggling to figure it out."

Huang Shang smiled and said: "I just happened to have some clues. It can be seen that General Qin is also a destined person, which can confirm one or two things."

"What???"

Qin Ming was stunned for a moment: "What did you say, old man?"

"General, be careful."

Huang Shang took a step forward, appeared in front of Qin Ming with a light body, and slapped him down with a palm.

"Huh? This old man is also a practicing master? Why is he so flexible?"

Feeling the wind coming from his palm, Qin Ming didn't have time to think too much. He suddenly grabbed Huang Shang's wrist with his right hand, raised his left hand and punched Huang Shang.

Huang Shang looked calm, retracted his palms, and then clapped his hands diagonally.

"Bang!"

The fists and palms collided together, making a dull impact sound.

The strong wind blew against my face and spread in all directions.

Qin Ming's body swayed and he took a step back involuntarily.

"???"

Qin Ming's eyes widened and he looked at Huang Shang in disbelief.

What he just used was the Taizu Chang Fist passed down from Emperor Taizu Zhao Kuangyin.

Although the moves are simple, each move is a real punch that has been refined over time.

There are almost no flaws to speak of.

However, the old man in front of him made a smooth palm and found the weak point of his fist with great precision.

Then, he slapped his fist back with a palm...

Not only did it invalidate all his subsequent changes, but it also made his wrists sore.

Damn it, is this a blind cat meeting a dead mouse?

"General, you should be more serious."

Huang Shang sighed and reminded kindly.

"You...hum! It turns out that the old man also knows some skills! Let's do it again!"

Qin Ming didn't believe in evil, and his momentum increased instead of decreasing. His fists were suddenly swung out like giant hammers.

"I'm offended."

Huang Shang turned sideways to avoid Qin Ming's fist, and his body turned into an afterimage, spinning around Qin Ming.

His moves are extremely abstract.

It may be a point or a claw, a fist or a palm, an elbow strike or a finger knock, it may be empty or real, and the list goes on.

He even took the time to form some weird handprints...

However, it just gives people a sense of elegance and dust.

It was as if a strong wind had suddenly risen in the peach forest, causing thousands of peach blossoms to fly and scatter.

"What, what is this?"

Huang Rong stood aside, dumbfounded: "Could it be...could it be the Palm of the Fallen God's Sword?"

"It looks a bit like it."

Lin Xuan agreed: "You take it as it is, it is what it is."

"But how can the Luoying Divine Sword Palm have so many weird moves..."

"Lao Huang has always been very thoughtful, so it's normal to change it."

"...but this change is still about the palm technique?"

"It really doesn't count as a palm technique."

Lin Xuan smiled: "How about calling it 'Luoyingwanfa Style'?"

"It sounds so good..."

Huang Rong let out a sullen breath, feeling extremely complicated: "Old Huang... is he ready to leave the army?"

"Isn't this a good thing..."

Lin Xuan comforted: "You can't make it up anyway."

Huang Rong: "..."

***

"Can't retreat!"

Qin Ming's eyes were as wide as copper bells, staring at Huang Shang without blinking.

Although, he couldn't understand the old man's moves at all.

However, Qin Ming could clearly feel that the old man's moves were getting weirder and weirder, and his momentum was getting stronger and stronger.

From the beginning, they were fighting back and forth, and now he could only protect himself.

At this time, he must not avoid his sharp edge!

Once he had the slightest intention to retreat, the other party would definitely have the upper hand and easily beat him with this set of weird moves.

More importantly, his body skills were not as good as this old man.

He couldn't run away even if he wanted to...

"It's fucking hell! I'm going to fight you!"

After a few moves, Qin Ming felt that Huang Shang's fist was shrinking in a small space, and he had no way to avoid it.

Qin Ming made up his mind, gathered all his strength, and suddenly punched a phantom that made him very unhappy.

A ripple appeared in the air, the phantom shattered, and Qin Ming's fist went straight out.

"It's over! I guessed wrong!"

Qin Ming's heart 'clicked', and his huge body was directly blown away by Huang Shang.

Huang Shang followed closely, his fists and palms changed, and hit Qin Ming's belly in the air.

"General, thank you."

After more than ten moves, Huang Shang retreated with satisfaction.

"How could I, Qin Ming...vomit!"

Qin Ming fell heavily to the ground, holding his stomach and vomiting.

Huang Shang was merciful.

Otherwise, the last combo would be enough to beat Qin Ming to death, and then whip his corpse.

But mercy is mercy, and the fight still has to be...

The old man thought about it and felt that there was still a lot of fat in the belly, so he just had to avoid the vital parts.

However, no matter how he avoided it, the vibration of the stomach and intestines could not be avoided...

So, in the air, Qin Ming felt that the food was constantly surging in his throat and could be ejected at any time.

If he kept his mouth shut and held on, he could barely hold on.

But now that he said a few words, his qi was slightly drained.

He turned directly into a big mushroom.

He spat out all the overnight rice from his mouth, spraying it everywhere.

The air was suddenly filled with a sour smell.

After a while, Qin Ming finally had nothing to vomit, and he lay on the ground weakly retching.

"I am slow-witted. If it weren't for the general's help, it would take at least three or five days for me to fully comprehend these changes in fists and palms."

Seeing Qin Ming finished vomiting, Huang Shang approached leisurely and clasped his fists to Qin Ming very solemnly: "I thank the general for this!"

"You! Old, old..."

Qin Ming raised his head with a pale face and stared at Huang Shang blankly.

He couldn't catch his breath, and his eyes rolled up, and he fainted directly.

"..."

Lin Xuan didn't know what this guy was going to say.

Most likely it was nothing good.