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Chapter 168: How powerful will a person who can wield heavenly thunder at the age of 40 be in 75 years? (Subscribe!)

That night, on a high platform somewhere in Longhu Mountain.

Zhang Zhiwei and Yang Fang drank here together.

Zhang Zhiwei hasn't had a drink for a long time, but he is in a really good mood today.

There was nothing else around the two of them, and the only source of light was the bright moon in the sky.

But just this is enough.

"Brother, don't you want to know why I look like this? Or rather, aren't you curious about why I was resurrected when I was clearly dead?"

Yang Fang put down his wine glass and asked softly.

Zhang Zhiwei laughed and said calmly:

"If you want to talk, then I will listen. If you don't want to talk, then I won't listen."

"As for curiosity... I'm already this old, I've seen a lot of bizarre things, not just yours."

"And being able to see you again is enough."

Zhang Zhiwei's words made Yang Fang sigh in his heart.

He had misjudged Zhang Zhiwei.

The other party is the best among the extraordinary people.

How could he be like ordinary people?

"But since you have been alive all this time, why don't you come to me and Jinzhong?"

Zhang Zhiwei suddenly asked.

　17 Yang Fang didn't know how to answer. After a long moment, he sighed:

"There are indeed some reasons."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded slightly.

"Forget it, I won't ask about these. How long do you plan to keep hiding your identity? Are you going to keep hiding it from Jinzhong as well?"

"As for hiding my identity... I'm worried about the company. I'm not sure if they'll do anything to me if they find out about my situation. As for Senior Brother Jinzhong, if it's possible, please help me explain it. I don't know how to tell him."

"Okay, leave Jinzhong to me. As for the company, you don't have to be so cautious. I've been dealing with them for a long time. They're just trying to be safe. Apart from that, they won't interfere with anything else. Even if you tell them your identity, they won't do anything to you. Do you think the company's background is enough for you to do this?"

Zhang Zhiwei's words made Yang Fang feel as if the fog had dissipated.

Yes.

No matter what, he is just a human being.

The company is backed by an entire country with a rich foundation, and all they consider and worry about are major events.

What happened between him and Zhang Jianxi might seem extremely bizarre to others, but the company would not take any policy against him because of it.

Just as Zhao Fangxu said when they met in the imperial capital.

As long as Yang Fang does not affect the stability of this ordinary society, the other party will not take any action against Yang Fang.

After thinking it through, Yang Fang felt a little self-deprecating.

His previous worries made him seem arrogant.

Even after living two lives as Zhang Fang and Zhang Jianxi, what is he compared to the company?

It turns out that Zhang Zhiwei also has to cooperate with the company?

Zhang Zhiwei saw Yang Fang's expression and knew that he had figured it out, but he continued:

"But you don't have to be too frank. Just let things take their course. It's not too late to tell them when you can no longer hide it."

"Well, I see."

"Besides, even if you get into trouble later, you can go to Longhu Mountain!"

Zhang Zhiwei was extremely confident when he said this.

His demeanor was totally inconsistent with his old age.

Yang Fang laughed when he heard this.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Brother Zhiwei, that incident in the wing room just now wasn't very satisfying."

"Oh?"

Zhang Zhiwei raised his eyebrows and looked at Yang Fang.

Yang Fang stood up and bowed:

"Brother Zhiwei, would you like to have a long-awaited sparring match?"

"Hahaha, great! Let me see how powerful the Wudang Master Yang, who has recently become famous in the martial arts world, is!"

As soon as the words fell, the two of them disappeared from the platform.

Then, under the cold moonlight, two figures ran towards the distance, as fast as lightning and as silent as shadows.

Longhu Mountain is very big.

It's easy to find a place where no one is.

Not long after, Yang Fang and Zhang Zhiwei stood on a hill far away from the Tianshi Mansion.

Zhang Zhiwei's robe drooped slowly, his expression calm but with a hint of curiosity. He waved at Yang Fang and said,

"Junior brother, come here."

"Brother, please!"

Yang Fang immediately glowed with golden light, and his figure on the ground was like a galloping tiger or leopard, with a mighty and unstoppable momentum.

Zhang Zhiwei narrowed his eyes slightly, swung his arm, and changed his attack into a palm.

Suddenly, a loud noise was heard in the night, as if the thunder god in the sky was angry!

boom! ! !

Zhang Zhiwei and Yang Fang faced each other with their palms.

Unlike when they just stirred up a breeze in the side room, this time the two men's palms collided with each other with great momentum, and the strong wind rushed in all directions like a natural tornado caused by the anger of nature!

The tall trees and heavy rocks were all blown down and flying by the strong wind.

Under the feet of the two men, the ground was cracking and churning, and the area stretched out for more than ten meters.

A smile appeared on Zhang Zhiwei's lips, and his eyes flickered with a long-lost gleam of spirit.

"It's been many years since we last met. Junior brother, are you so sharp now?"

After hearing what Zhang Zhiwei said, Yang Fang wanted to laugh for a moment.

This was originally what Zhang Zhiwei said to Zhang Huaiyi, but now it happened to him.

"Brother, there's something even more powerful coming next!"

Yang Fang shouted loudly, and his hands immediately displayed the natural way of Taoism, and his eyes lit up with the power of Zhenwu.

At this moment, Yang Fang really used all his strength.

His aura grew stronger and stronger, and suddenly he seemed like an immortal god descending.

If there were other people watching here, they would definitely be shocked by Yang Fang at this moment, and might even kneel down unconsciously!

Zhang Zhiwei retreated.

After he stood firmly, he looked at Yang Fang with a hint of surprise.

"Jianxi, what is this method of seeing with your eyes? How come even I haven't seen it?"

Facing Zhang Zhiwei's curiosity, Yang Fang just smiled faintly:

"I will tell you after I defeat you!"

"Okay, okay, it seems that Jianxi, you are really confident."

After Zhang Zhiwei finished laughing, his expression became calm.

"In that case, let's have a good fight."

After Zhang Zhiwei finished saying this calmly.

His entire impression suddenly changed.

Before, Zhang Zhiwei was just like an ordinary person, making people feel gentle and natural.

But this moment.

He is like a storm, a tsunami, a volcano...

It’s like a natural disaster has come to the world!

Even Yang Fang, who was at full strength, felt a heavy pressure at this moment.

He had never understood this kind of pressure.

Yang Fang suddenly thought of something.

At this moment, he is indeed the combined strength of Zhang Fang and Zhang Jianxi.

but...

Zhang Zhiwei has been practicing since Zhang Jianxi's death...

A man who can wield heavenly thunder at the age of forty.

How strong will it be in 75 years?

Yang Fang soon realized...

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afterwards.

Strictly speaking, it was about five minutes later.

Yang Fang was lying on the ground, questioning his life.

On the side, Zhang Zhiwei was standing and looking at him with a smile.

"How was your experience during this sparring session, Junior Brother?"

Zhang Zhiwei asked cheerfully.

At this moment, Yang Fang seemed to have returned to the time when Zhang Jianxi was "beaten" by Zhang Zhiwei.

He got up from the ground, dusted himself off, took a deep breath, and said:

"Brother, tell me honestly, how much strength did you use this time?"

Zhang Zhiwei stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"Fifty percent."

Yang Fang's face suddenly fell.

Fifty percent, fifty percent again.

Ever since Zhang Jianxi had achieved success in his cultivation, every time he sparred with Zhang Zhiwei, Zhang Zhiwei would later say that he had only used 50% of his strength.

Just like today.