Whirring whirring…
In the flat small courtyard, a figure was practicing boxing in an even and steady manner, and the strong wind brought by the force of the punches blew the dust on the ground, spinning endlessly.
"drink!"
After finishing a set of punches, the figure suddenly exerted force, and two consecutive punches hit the hard wooden post with a thick waist, and there was a scratch. Rice, volley disintegrated into fine pieces of wood.
"The strength of the fist has finally become one of rigidity and softness."
It is the last day before Chuang Muren Lane, Ye Chen has no thoughts of slackening, and he is wholeheartedly honing his Vajra Fist skills, and the powerful soul power allows him to clearly feel every inch of his body's force, and he can easily move the power of every part. Merging into one body produces a deeper level of explosive power, which is why he can practice Vajra Fist to the highest level.
"Those who want to create Vajra Fist may not necessarily cultivate it to the highest level. I have an advantage in this point, but the advantage of the other party's own martial arts has surpassed me."
Smiling wryly at his boring thoughts, Ye Chen shook his head and walked towards the stone table not far away.
A white porcelain bottle was placed on the round stone table. The mouth of the bottle was sealed with a mahogany stopper. It was exactly a bottle of body training cream for one hundred taels of silver.
Boo!
Ye Chen pushed the stopper away, turned the bottle mouth down, and soon, the milky yellow liquid flowed into his palm, and a faint fragrance permeated the air.
After taking off his clothes, Ye Chen wiped his whole body with body training cream on his hands.
"It's so good." After a few breaths, Ye Chen could only feel the fiery breath slowly seeping in from the surface of the skin, gradually infiltrating into the muscles, blood and bones, as if ants were burrowing into it. Pain.
Looking down, I saw that the muscles on the surface of the strong body were tangled and shiny, like the most ferocious cheetah, and the streamlined body was extremely explosive. It was hard to imagine that this was the physique of a fourteen-year-old boy. Compared with his seemingly delicate body, Ye Chen was more than twice as bad.
After exercising for a while, Ye Chen put on his clothes, took the steel sword, and walked out of the courtyard gate to the Announcement Square in the west area of Liuyunzong.
The Announcement Square is where Liuyunzong announces some important events. The event of the opening of Wooden Man Alley should have been announced tomorrow. After all, many newcomers are still in a state of confusion, and they don’t know what matters to pay attention to, just like Ye Chen back then. Same.
In fact, Ye Chen doesn't need to go out of his way, he knows everything he should know, basically there will be no changes, but now he is different from the past, he can't live passively, he must take the initiative in everything, and strive to make everything small and small, sometimes It just so happens that the details make the difference.
What's more, the day before breaking into Wooden Man Alley, there must have been a lot of people gathered in the Announcement Square, just taking the opportunity to see the strength of others.
Walking around all the way, Ye Chen found that in the two years since he came to Liuyunzong, he didn't have a friend who could have fun. Thinking about it, it was really a failure.
With a wry smile, Ye Chen felt a little envious of the groups of outer disciples around him, watching them chatting and laughing, how happy they were.
The Announcement Square has arrived, and looking around, a square marble square with a width of one hundred feet appears in sight, and in front of the square, a huge wall stands there, with a huge white paper on it, which says "Chuang Wooden Man Lane Competition' five black characters.
As the flow of people stepped into the square, Ye Chen's ears were filled with various voices.
"Last year's first place in the Wooden Man Alley competition was Wu Zongming, the number one disciple of the Outer Sect. I wonder who it will be this year?"
"I think it's still Wu Zongming nine out of ten. Who knows how far his strength has progressed in the past six months."
"That's right, but I'm more optimistic about Zhang Haoran, the first genius of the outer disciples."
"Zhang Haoran! That rare genius who is thirteen years old and has reached the tenth level of Qi training!"
"No, I heard that when he joined Flowing Cloud Sect at the age of twelve, he already had the strength of the seventh level of the Qi training realm, and now it has only been a year since he jumped from the seventh level of the Qi training realm to the tenth level, and the speed of his cultivation is unimaginable. "
One person sneered and said: "No matter how talented Zhang Haoran is, he has just entered the tenth level of the Qi training realm. Don't forget that Wu Zongming was on the tenth level of the Qi training realm half a year ago, and now he is only half a step away from the Condensation Realm. away."
"Hehe, to put it nicely is half a step away, but to put it badly means you have failed to clear the level, otherwise you would have reached the Realm Condensation Realm." The speaker had a square face and thin lips, with a bit of meanness.
"You dare to insult Wu Zongming." The outer disciple who spoke for Fang Zongming looked angry.
The square-faced disciple didn't show any weakness, "I know you are Wu Zongming's friend, but I'm not. I'm just telling the truth, it makes sense wherever I go."
"Hmph, that one makes sense."
Suddenly, a cold voice came, and then, a fierce momentum came out of nothing, sweeping like a whirlwind.
Everyone looked intently, ten steps away, a young man in blue clothes stood tall with a long sword on his back, his eyes were fixed on the person who was mocking him.
It is Wu Zongming, the number one disciple of the outer sect.
Ye Chen stood aside with great interest, secretly said: There is a play to watch.
The square-faced disciple who said Wu Zongming was worthless earlier seemed to be frightened by the other party's aura, and stammered: "I... what I said is not... the truth?"
Wu Zongming smiled sarcastically, "Do you know who I hate the most? They are cowards who speak ill of others behind their backs. Now I will give you a chance to redeem your sins. If you can take my slap, this matter will be exposed. Dare you Don't dare!"
One palm! The square-faced disciple's eyes flickered. His cultivation base was at the eighth level of the Qi training realm, which was a full two levels behind Wu Zongming's. However, it shouldn't be a big problem to take the next palm. He would suffer minor injuries at most. If he didn't accept it, it would be a real blow. He is a coward, and he will not be able to hold his head up in front of everyone in the future.
"Okay, one palm is one palm, what's there to be afraid of!"
After finishing speaking, his body was slightly arched, his right arm was hanging down, and his clothes moved automatically without wind, obviously gathering inner energy into his right arm.
"This is Little Yashazhang's opening gesture!" Someone saw the trick and couldn't help saying it.
The square-faced disciple smiled triumphantly. Little Yasha Palm is a human-level high-level martial skill. Originally, he should not be able to obtain this martial skill with his status, but his uncle is an elder of the outer sect of Liuyun Sect. He prepared a human-level high-level martial skill for him. Not at hand.
Relying on Xiaoyasha Palm, he is confident to take Wu Zongming's move, maybe he can not lose the wind, and then his name will be resounding.
Wu Zongming's face remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "Are you ready?"
The square-faced disciple raised his eyes, "Waiting for you anytime."
At this time, everyone held their breath and looked at the two of them intently. One was the number one disciple of the outer sect, and the other was an outer disciple on the eighth floor of the Qi training realm. Even if they can't see part of their strength, it's good to have a long vision.