"A rank eight warrior?"
The faces of Su Xiaomo, Tian Qi and other disciples changed slightly.
There is too much difference between the fourth rank and the eighth rank, can the second senior brother win
Lu Qianqian frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "Master, the opponent is too strong, let me fight."
Mo Shangfei's strength made her think that the second junior brother could win the battle.
Jun Changxiao took out the seat from the space ring and sat down, tapped his fingers on the armrest, and said: "As a senior sister, you must have enough confidence in your junior brother no matter when and where."
Lu Qianqian remained silent, and stood behind with all her juniors.
"Although Li Qingyang's aptitude is good, but Mo Shangfei of the Holy Spring Sect is also a high-grade spiritual root, and there is no chance of winning if he is sent up."
"Is this the only disciple of the Iron Bones faction who can do it?"
The leader of the Qin alliance and the heads of the various factions sneered.
Such a good opportunity, if you don't ridicule the iron-boned faction, how can you get the bad breath in Xingyue Tower.
certainly.
They didn't think Li Qingyang was bad.
But with the same qualifications and excellence, Mo Shangfei is much better than the other party in terms of resources and mentors.
"This number one genius in Qingyang City, if he joins the Cangshan School, he must also be an inner disciple, and his achievements will definitely be better than now."
"Hey, such a good qualification was wasted."
The leaders of all factions felt sorry.
In reality
It's just another way to ridicule the iron-boned faction, the satirist often laughs and destroys people.
Xie Guangkun secretly said: "More than two months ago, Li Qingyang only had a meridian of tenth stage, and now he has entered the fourth rank of martial arts, and his growth rate is already good. You are really a bunch of blind people."
This is not to be blind, but to be black for black's sake.
Jun Changxiao ignored the ridicule of others, looked into the distance intentionally or unintentionally, vaguely saw a light flashing away, and secretly said: "The guilt has come too."
Yes.
Xiao Zuiji is also there.
He was lying on a high slope 800 meters away, his body was wrapped in grass, one eye was attached to the lens, and the muzzle of the Type 88 sniper rifle was aimed at Mo Shangfei.
When he was practicing in the field, Xiao Zuiji heard the news of the war agreement and rushed over early.
He had been lying in the grass for a day and a night. Even the three Wuzong powerhouses later never thought that there would be a ghost sniper lurking in the dark.
head.
The gun is ready.
Whom do you refer to, whoever the disciple hits.
Ye Xingchen was lying on a rock in the distance, and thought to himself: "If this emperor hadn't used the Taixuan Scripture to hide your aura, would you really think that you are lying in the grass without knowing anything?"
…
"Holy Spring Sect, Mo Shangfei."
Mo Shangfei gave his name indifferently, with a disdainful look in his tone and eyes.
He had heard of Li Qingyang, but he didn't take it seriously. After all, if he joined a low-level sect, he would be slowly assimilated into garbage.
Names were exchanged, and the battle should have begun.
However, the third elder said: "The head of the sect, you have no eyes with your fists and feet. If my disciple hurts your disciple, please bear with me."
This is telling myself, will that guy shoot violently later
Jun Changxiao shook his head, cupped his hands and said, "If my disciple hurts your disciple, the noble sect will take care of it."
Qin Haoran and others rolled their eyes together.
It is definitely a joke that a fourth-rank can hurt eight-rank.
The third elder was too lazy to argue with Jun Changxiao, but said lightly: "It's time to start."
"Swipe—" As soon as the words fell, Mo Shangfei strode forward, and his right fist, which gathered spiritual power, blasted over with a powerful and heavy force.
Soon, very suddenly!
"Boom!" Li Qingyang didn't have time to dodge, crossed his hands hastily, and received a punch from the opponent.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
He retreated more than ten steps madly and barely stabilized his body.
Judging from the degree of aura rippling in the air, that guy punched him at least 20,000 jin!
"call!"
Li Qingyang shook his slightly numb arm.
"Huh?" Mo Shangfei withdrew his fist and said in surprise, "You can resist my Gale Fist without changing your face, your physical defense is not bad."
"but."
He smiled and said, "How many times can I resist?"
"brush!"
Come rushing with your body!
Before the person arrived, the left and right fists were frequently swung, and under the blessing of spiritual power, they turned into shadows of fists.
Fanpin Intermediate Gale Wind Fist is known for its speed and fierceness, and Mo Shangfei has comprehended it to the extreme. This time he performed it, which aroused the amazement of Qin Mengzhu and others.
Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi's expressions changed in shock.
With such a fast punch speed and strength, if I were myself, I couldn't dodge it at all, and I would definitely be bombarded into a mess!
Li Qingyang frowned slightly, and crossed his arms again, but after hearing a few 'bang bang bang', he followed all the shadows of the powerful fists, and his body retreated step by step.
"tread!"
It was not until he retreated to the edge of the martial arts arena and stepped on the stone slab with one foot that he stabilized his body.
Mo Shangfei, who was unreasonable and unforgiving, followed quickly, rose into the air, and with the spiritual power of his right fist, he blasted towards him with a flickering light.
This blow is very strong!
The leader of the Qin alliance and the heads of the various factions judged instantly that Li Qingyang could not dodge left and right now, he had to either retreat or face-to-face.
To retreat is equal to defeat.
And after resisting several punches in succession, if you go for a hard catch, you will definitely be injured!
At this time, they hoped that Li Qingyang would retreat even more, because it was equal to defeat. Losing without making any moves since the beginning, they could definitely make fun of it.
Jun Changxiao tapped his fingers regularly, not because he was panicking, but because his mood was really stable!
"tread!"
At this moment, Li Qingyang stomped on the ground with one foot, and closed his right fist in his abdomen. Spiritual power poured into his arm from the meridians frantically, and the dazzling light gathered in the fist.
"Burst Punch!"
With a cold drink, the right fist suddenly blasted out, and at the same time as the light flickered, a wind whirlpool was formed about one meter below the feet.
"Bang bang bang!"
The sound of cracking came and resounded in the martial arts arena, like a string of firecrackers being ignited, which shocked everyone to look surprised.
"boom!"
In the blink of an eye, Li Qingyang's fist with the power of explosion hit Mo Shangfei's fist directly and sent him flying.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
The inner sect disciple of the Holy Spring Sect staggered to the ground, retreated more than 20 meters, and finally stabilized with difficulty. The right fist that hit him felt intense pain, and his eyes were shocked.
The strength of the Gale Fist that I condensed has reached 22,000 jin. When I confronted him head-on, I was completely defeated!
Leader Qin and the others, who had already planned how to laugh at the iron-bone faction's lines, were dumbfounded when they saw Mo Shangfei being beaten back.
In the situation just now, it is unbelievable that the situation can be turned around!
Burst punch
What kind of martial art is this, why have I never heard of it!
With the cultivation base of a fourth-rank martial artist, repelling an eighth-rank martial artist who used Gale Fist, could it be a mid-level boxing technique
Standing on the high slope, Ye Xingchen, who was watching, was secretly shocked: "This boxing technique is by no means simple!"
"Swipe!" All of a sudden, Li Qingyang rushed over, and at the same time, his right fist turned into a palm knife, pouring spiritual power into his palm, and swung his hand in the void like a knife falling.
"Shh! Shh! Shh!"
In an instant, three crescent-like streamers, dragging the arc light, shot from three directions, leaving faint light and shadow everywhere they passed.
This is…
That's right, I cut it! !
Xie Guangkun exclaimed: "Spiritual force type martial skill!"
Qin Haoran and the heads of the various sects stared round their eyes, and finally there was shock in their eyes!
Even the three elders of the Holy Spring Sect, who were sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, almost couldn't resist standing up when they saw Li Qingyang cutting out three crescent beams with the knife in his hand!
Spiritual martial arts.
They also have the Holy Spring Sect, but the lowest level is also a middle-level high-level, and only those who have reached the level of a martial artist can control it. The weak cyclone in the dantian of a martial artist is absolutely difficult to display!
Jun Changxiao imitated the fifth elder, put one leg on the other, and said with a faint smile, "Isn't it that surprising?"