In the early morning, the weather was clear, and the Wangcheng was as lively as usual, but many people got the news that there was still a final test in the Wangcheng Martial Arts Association this time. It was a competition with a disciple sent from the Martial Arts School. Only by winning that disciple could they win the final victory. [fly]
Hearing this news, Chen Xiang cursed inwardly, he guessed that Shen Furong must have left the Wangcheng to find it these days, just to prevent him from winning the crown of the Wangcheng Martial Arts Association.
"Don't worry, it can't be inner disciples. Inner disciples don't have the time to spare. I think they should be stronger outer disciples, maybe at the eighth level of the Mortal Martial Realm." Su Meiyao said, regarding matters in the sect, Both she and Bai Youyou knew it very well.
"That's fine, as long as you don't disappoint me too much," Chen Xiang felt a high fighting spirit in his heart.
In the square in front of the gate of Yao Family, tens of thousands of people have already gathered. This is the final competition, and it is also a competition between two young disciples, both of whom are famous and powerful young men.
Among the crowd, Shen Tianhu, Shen Yihan, Shen Haohai and the others had already hidden among them. Each of them led fifty elite disciples of the Shen family, and whenever there was any trouble, they would strike immediately.
Chen Xiang stepped onto the martial arts arena, and the crowd suddenly burst into commotion.
"He dared to come. I heard that the Yao family might take him after the finals." A person said in surprise.
"It is said that the disappearance of the genius of the Yao family and the elder of the Yao family has something to do with him. It seems that he killed it. The Yao family will use this incident as an excuse to deal with him." A young man said.
"You are so courageous at such a young age. Two days ago, he slaughtered Yao Cong in front of the elders of Yao's parents. It is good to have strength and not be afraid of other people's threats." A young man said enviously. Said.
"Of course, this world is based on strength. As long as you have strength, you have everything."
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Listening to the discussions of many people below, Chen Xiang knew that the Yao family had released news that they were going to open up with the Shen family. This was a signal, and it was very common in battles. Some forces released gossip to warn or threaten other forces.
Not far from the martial arts arena, there is a tower. There are many luxuriously dressed people sitting in the tower, and there are many maids and guards beside them. One can tell that their status is extraordinary.
"The emperor of the Nanwu Kingdom also came to watch the battle, and his own son came to cheer him up. I heard that many masters came, and the concubines in the palace came here for everything."
Chen Xiang's eyesight is so powerful, he can clearly see the people inside that tower, he can see a majestic and extraordinary young man wearing a dragon cannon, that is the emperor.
The imperial power is only above the ordinary people, but it is not worth mentioning to those powerful families. In the eyes of those families, the emperor only manages a country, so that the country can develop in an orderly manner and will not fall into chaos. The family can benefit from the stable civilians.
The prince is here, he flew over from the tower in the distance, he was wearing a set of fiery red gorgeous clothes, he performed elegant lightness kung fu, and landed on the competition platform, causing many women to scream .
Chen Xiang secretly disdainful, and thought: "Just let you show your prestige, and I will definitely beat you until the emperor doesn't even recognize you."
Song Nanming looked at Chen Xiang with a contemptuous look, and said lightly: "If you don't want to suffer less physical pain, you still have time."
Of course Song Nanming knew that Chen Xiang's strength was not bad, but he was very confident that he would win.
Chen Xiang looked at Song Nanming's arrogant and sinister face, and guessed that Song Nanming must have other despicable tricks. At this time, he had to be more cautious, otherwise he would be plotted against.
"Don't worry, my skin is thick, I'm afraid that when you hit me, your hands will hurt." Chen Xiang replied, he was telling the truth.
"Hmph, I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth." Song Nanming snorted coldly, deliberately raising his voice so that people in the square could hear him.
Seeing Song Nanming putting on airs, Chen Xiang laughed secretly, if he didn't have a certain strength, it would be useless to pretend.
"Let's get started. If someone violates the rules, you can decide what to do!" An old man in gray clothes said. He is not from the Yao family, but an older martial artist. It is said that he is the descendant of the founder of the Martial Arts Association. .
Song Nanming has violated the rules, but there is no evidence, so Chen Xiang can't do anything to him.
At the very beginning, Song Nanming took off the wide golden red clothes on the outside, and he wore a set of golden tights and golden boots on the inside, making him look rich and powerful.
"Today, I will let you see the martial arts of the royal family of Nanwu Kingdom, and let you see how powerful Longwu is!" Song Nanming said, a strange aura erupted from his body, which was similar to Chen Xiang's Qinglong True Qi. It is very similar, but it lacks a simple and majestic momentum.
"Longwu" is an ancient martial art. It is said that it is a martial art inherited from the time when the dragon transformed into an adult and traveled among the people. After performing it, it can have the same momentum and strength as a dragon.
That's just a legend, it's for sure powerful, but it's unbelievable to be as powerful as a dragon.
Seeing golden liquid flowing from the veins on Song Nanming's fists, everyone couldn't help but exclaimed. They didn't expect to see "Longwu" with their own eyes.
Chen Xiang squinted his eyes, released his powerful and invisible spiritual consciousness, and shrouded Song Nanming's body, he could clearly sense the way of true energy flowing in Song Nanming's body, and at the same time, he also secretly remembered it in his mind, and then let him My true qi also flows in that way.
"I didn't expect 'Dragon Martial Arts' to appear in this secular world, you should study hard." Su Meiyao sent a voice transmission to Chen Xiang.
Chen Xiang was already learning, at this time Song Nanming used a mysterious method of luck to change the true energy in his body to produce more powerful power.
"Dragon Gang Fist!"
Song Nanming bounced fiercely, shooting towards Chen Xiang like a golden glow, and saw his hands changing rapidly like eagle claws and fists, constantly bombarding, golden qi gangs flying towards Chen Xiang through the air, The air was vibrated, bursts of sonic booms were emitted, and violently hit Chen Xiang's chest.
Following the impact of the golden qi gang, Song Nanming appeared in front of Chen Xiang, his fists were thrown out quickly, one punch after another, very fast, from a distance, it seemed that he had hundreds of arms , Hundreds of punches were thrown out in the blink of an eye.
Song Nanming's every punch is full of gas gangs, and it will also produce a gas explosion, which makes the huge contest tremble, and the terrifying and sonic boom makes people tremble even more.
What made everyone dumbfounded was not Song Nanming's Long Wu, but Chen Xiang's fist-to-fist, using his own fist to counter Song Nanming's fast punch, with a relaxed expression on his face.
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