Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood Chapter 616 - 296: The End of the Cranky Old Man1

Chapter 616: Chapter 296: The End of the Cranky Old Man_1

The old man’s voice gradually echoed above this street.

The youth who made a living by selling candied gourds.

At this mont, his eyes were becoming increasingly bloodshot.

His breathing rhythm was becoming more and more disordered.

His tightly clenched fists, his face as dark as ink.

All of this seed to be indicating sothing.

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The youth’s patience was reaching its limit.

“Old Dingxi, don’t push …”

The youth glared at the old man in front of him, his voice tinged with a grinding anger.

The old man sneered contemptuously, his expression full of mockery as he said, “So what if I push you? If you’ve got the guts, hit , on my face, on my body, co on, don’t be a coward…”

The youth took a deep breath and still clenched his teeth, “Old thing, think carefully, with one punch of mine… you might really end up heading west.”

The old man’s face was full of disdain: “Coward, if you don’t dare to hit, you don’t dare, why are you still pretending here? If I were you, I would have been too ashad to stay here, I would just pack up and leave this street.”

The youth took another step closer to the old man.

At this mont, his eyes were already blood red.

There was nothing but impulse in his gaze, devoid of any calmness.

“Old thing, you’re really pushing …”

As the youth spoke,

His tight fist, as large as a sandbag,

was now slowly being raised.

The fist, creaking and crunching, seed as though it could strike the old man’s face at any mont.

“Co on, if you’ve got the guts.”

On the old man’s face, there was still no sign of fear.

Even deep in his eyes,

there was a growing excitent.

Under his relentless pressure, the youth was about to lose his mind.

And under that punch from the youth…

he was once again set to gain a lot of dical expenses.

“Old Dingxi, you forced my hand.”

The youth clenched his right fist.

Under the surge of inner rage,

he directly swung at the old man’s head.

The sound of the punch seed to roar continuously.

An extrely powerful force was erging from the young man’s body.

A trace of Qi-Blood Force also began to emanate from him.

[Huff…]

[Huff huff…]

As the young man’s punch was thrown,

the old man, who seed to have everything under his control,

now revealed a hint of surprise on his face.

The punch… was too fast.

The fierceness of the punch was also sowhat beyond the old man’s expectations.

And what most surprised the old man was

that there was a faint presence of Qi-Blood Force emanating from the youth.

“Is this person a cultivator?”

The thought gradually ford in the old man’s mind.

He furrowed his brows, a trace of regret flashing in his eyes.

In his investigations over this period, he had never heard of this youth having such a level of cultivation.

If he had known about the youth’s cultivation earlier,

why would he have chosen the youth as a target to provoke relentlessly?

“Dodge, I must dodge this punch, otherwise…”

“I am surely dood!!!”

…

In Qingshi City, Inner City.

Outside the Luo Family Ancestral Land, on a crowded and bustling street,

the old man’s mind was filled with countless thoughts in an instant.

And if sumd up together,

there was probably only one most important idea left.

Avoid this punch!!!

…

Years earlier,

the old man was also a cultivator.

Although, at that ti, he had only just entered the realm of cultivation.

At the peak of his cultivation, he was only in the late stages of Skin Refinent.

And, as he aged,

his Qi-Blood Force was rapidly declining.

Even so,

his reflexes were still at least several tis faster than those of an ordinary old man.

“Spending all my days shooting at wild geese, today I was pecked in the eye by one.”

“Old man, it seems I’ve t my match this ti.”

The old man thought to himself.

But just as he was about to move and dodge the youth’s punch,

he discovered with so fright.

His brain had already reacted,

but his body…

had yet to make any movent.

It seed as if, due to old age and the significant weakening of his Qi-Blood Force,

he had lost the ability to even dodge such a punch.

“How can this be?”

“I can’t move?”

“Can’t dodge?”

“It’s over, it’s all over…”

The old man watched the approaching punch, as large as a sandbag,

his pupils involuntarily shrinking a little.

His breathing beca more and more chaotic.

His expression, for the first ti,

showed signs of panic.

This ti, if nothing unexpected happens,

he’ll probably really fall at the hands of this young man.

…

On the street,

the youth channeled all his strength into the punch.

Due to his complete loss of reason at that mont,

all he wanted to do was to strike this old thing in the face.

As for what would happen after hitting the old man,