Tang Long was famous at that time, but he was not very famous in China. In addition, his decades of incognito have made it difficult to connect with his true identity.

As for Chen Hutu himself, he is actually not afraid of being recognized now. At this age, and the head of the family he protected, Zhao Tianheng, has already been clear and the dust has been settled, and many things will not cause unnecessary trouble to Zhao Tianheng. More importantly, Qingqing's safety issues are no longer necessary. With Yi Jun here, he can rest.

At this time, Chen Hutu's naked upper body inevitably showed some traces of time, and his skin was a little aging. However, the strength of this body's muscles still amazes everyone. The strong body is clear at a glance, even if the skin is a little looser, it is also surprising.

At this time, Jiang Foyin roared suddenly, and his energy burst out, which was also surprising. The old man was like an angry lion, with his hair and beard spreading!

These two old men are both fierce and fierce, but have different styles - Chen Hutu is a type similar to the old man who talks about young men, while Jiang Foyin is the representative of the divine turtle's longevity and the old horse in the stable. The former is humble but is arrogant when fighting, while the latter is domineering but has his own style when fighting.

Two old guys who felt a little rebellious collided at this time.

Jiang Foyin's aura was magnificent, and it was as if the dark clouds were pressing against him. And everyone felt that judging by this momentum alone, one could know that legend was a legend after all, and that legend that once was a little declining.

However, Yi Jun knew that this was only temporary. Because he had seen the characteristics of Chen Hutu, it was not yet time.

Sure enough, under the strong pressure of Jiang Foyin, Chen Hutu laughed out loud. Then, his whole person seemed to have changed suddenly! His body blew up, and it was astonishingly harsh as a firecracker!

As the joints exploded like a whip, Chen Hutu's body began to rise, as if it suddenly surged by a few centimeters. As the body rose, the skin naturally tensed up. So, Ben's slightly loose skin instantly became like a middle-aged man, and he looked like a master in the middle-aged boxing ring, and his body was as strong as a leopard.

Everyone was quite surprised. Unexpectedly, this elderly person had stronger physical fitness than most young masters. And at first glance, it was full of lethality everywhere, and every place seemed to burst out with amazing force, and it was about to explode at a touch.

Jiang Foyin's eyes suddenly tightened, and he was convinced that the old guy in front of him was really a legend before and would never have any fake one. With this amazing move and with this amazing physical fitness, he could regard it as a terrifying human-shaped killing machine.

"Drink!" Chen Hutu shouted angrily, and rushed to Jiang Foyin quickly, without any time for anyone to react. Although both of them were a little slower than the Phantom, their strength was astonishingly great, and every time they took action, they were like thunder!

Chen Hutu is the legend of the black fist. His battle axe-like leg skills are a huge killer move, but the attack power of his hands is also shocking. A terrifying blow comes like hail, covering Jiang Foyin with overwhelming overwhelming.
Chapter completed!