Chapter 113 Surprise 4

"Eighth-Rank Martial Apprentice?"

Su Xiaomo, Tian Qi and other disciples' faces changed slightly.

There is too much difference between the fourth rank and the eighth rank, can he win the second senior brother?

Lu Qianqianliu frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "Master, the opponent is too strong, let me fight."

Mo Shangfei's strength made her not 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 whenever and wherever you are."

Lu Qianqian was silent, standing behind with all the juniors.

"Although Li Qingyang's aptitude is good, 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 there only one disciple of the Iron Bone Sect who can handle it?"

The Qin alliance leader and the heads of the various factions sneered.

Such a good opportunity, without mocking the Iron Bone faction, how could he endure such a bad breath in Xingyuelou.

certainly.

They don't think Li Qingyang is bad.

But with the same qualifications and the same excellence, no matter the resources and mentors, they are much stronger than the other party.

"This first genius in Qingyang City, if he joins the Cangshan faction, he must also be an inner disciple, and his achievements will definitely be stronger than he is now."

"Hey, such a good talent wasted in vain."

The leaders of all factions are very sorry.

In fact?

It's just a way of mocking the Iron Bone Pie in Fa'er's way, and satirizing Jun Chang laughing and destroying people tirelessly.

Xie Guangkun secretly said: "More than two months ago, Li Qingyang was only able to open the tenth stage, and now he has entered the fourth rank martial artist, and the growth rate has been good. You are really a bunch of blind people."

This is not blindness, it is black for black's sake.

Jun Changxiao ignored the ridicule of others, looked into the distance intentionally or unintentionally, and vaguely saw a light flashing away, secretly said: "The sinner has also come."

Yes.

Xiao Gui 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 already aimed at Mo Shangfei.

When he was practicing in the field, Xiao Xunji heard the news of the battle contract and came early.

He had been lying in the grass for a day and a night, and even the three later Wuzong powerhouses never imagined that there would be a ghost sniper lurking in the dark.

head.

The gun is set up.

Who are you referring to, who is the disciple hitting.

Ye Xingchen was lying on a stone in the distance, and said secretly, "If this emperor hadn't used the Taixuan Zhenjing to hide your aura, would you really think that you would be lying in the grass without a ghost?"

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"Holy Spring Sect, it's all about Fei."

Mo Shangfei reported his name lightly, with a disdainful tone and eyes.

He had heard of Li Qingyang, but he didn't take it seriously. After all, if he joined an unpopular sect, he would definitely be slowly assimilated into garbage.

Name each other, and the battle should have begun.

However, the third elder said: "You are the head of the sect, you have no eyes and fists. If my disciple hurts your disciple, please take more care."

Is this telling myself that the guy will shoot violently later?

Jun Changxiao shook his head, cupped his hands and said, "If my disciple hurts your disciple, I will have to take more care of your sect."

Qin Haoran and the others rolled their eyes.

A fourth rank can hurt an eighth rank, which is definitely a joke.

The third elder was too lazy to talk to Jun Changxiao, but said lightly, "It's time to start."

"Brush——" As soon as the voice fell, Mo Shangfei strode up, gathering his spiritual power with his right fist, and slammed it with a powerful force.

Soon, suddenly!

"Bang!" Li Qingyang didn't have time to dodge, and in a hurry, his hands were crossed, and he took a punch from the opponent.

"Boom!"

She took more than ten steps back, barely stabilizing her body.

Judging from the degree of aura rippling in the air, the guy punched him, at least 20,000 pounds!

"call!"

Li Qingyang shook his slightly numb arm.

"Huh?" Mo Shangfei retracted his fist and said in surprise: "If you can resist my Hurricane Fist without changing your face, your physical defense is okay."

"but."

He smiled and said, "How many times can you resist?"

"brush!"

Step on the body and rush!

Before the person arrived, the left and right fists were frequently thrown out, and under the blessing of spiritual power, they turned into fist shadows.

Fanpin middle-level blast fist is known for being fast and fierce, and Mo Shangfei even comprehends it to the extreme.

Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi's expressions changed.

With such a fast punch speed and strength, if you were yourself, you would not be able to escape at all, and you would definitely be stunned!

Li Qingyang frowned slightly, and crossed his arms again, but after listening to the sound of 'bang bang bang', he followed all the powerful fist shadows, and his body also retreated step by step.

"tread!"

It was not until he retreated to the edge of the martial arts field and stepped on the stone slab with one foot that he stabilized his body.

Mo Shangfei, who was arrogant and unforgiving, quickly followed, rose into the sky, and blessed with spiritual power in his right fist, flashing light blasted over.

This blow is strong!

The leader of the Qin alliance and the heads of the various factions immediately judged that Li Qingyang could not dodge left and right now, either retreating or facing hard.

Retreat is equal to defeat.

And after resisting a few punches in succession, if you try to hit hard again, you will be injured!

At this time, they even hoped that Li Qingyang would retire, because it was equal to defeat, and he lost without making a move since the beginning, and he could definitely be ridiculed.

Jun Changxiao tapped his fingers regularly, not because he panicked, but because he was in a really stable mood!

"tread!"

At this moment, Li Qingyang slammed one foot on the ground, his right fist was closed at the abdomen, and the spiritual power poured into the arm from the meridian, and the dazzling luster gathered in the fist.

"Exploding Fist!"

With a cold drink, the right fist slammed out suddenly, and the light flashed at the same time, and a vortex formed instantly within a meter or so of the foot.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of the explosion came, resounding in the martial arts field, like a string of firecrackers being ignited, and everyone was shocked.

"boom!"

In the blink of an eye, Li Qingyang's fist with explosive power slammed directly on Mo Shangfei's fist and knocked it out.

"Boom!"

The inner disciple of the Shengquan Sect stumbled to the ground and retreated more than 20 meters before trying to stabilize. There was a strong pain in his right fist, and his eyes were shocked.

The force of the blast fist that he has condensed has reached 22,000 kilograms, and he was completely defeated when he fought head-to-head!

Leader Qin and others, who had already prepared how to laugh at the Iron Bone faction's lines, were stunned when they saw Mo Shangfei being beaten back.

In the situation just now, it is unbelievable that the situation can be reversed!

Burst punch?

What kind of martial art is this, how come I have never heard of it!

With the cultivation level of a fourth-grade martial artist, could it be a middle-grade martial arts technique to repel the eighth-grade martial artist who cast the Hurricane Fist?

Standing on the high slope and watching Ye Xingchen, he was secretly shocked and said, "This boxing technique is by no means simple!"

"Brush!" Suddenly, Li Qingyang stepped forward and rushed over. At the same time, his right fist turned into a palm knife, pouring spiritual power into the palm, and his hand suddenly waved in the void like a knife falling.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

In an instant, three meniscus-like streamers, dragging arcs of light, burst from three directions, leaving faint shadows wherever they passed.

This is……

That's right, I cut it! !

Xie Guangkun exclaimed: "Spiritual power-type martial arts!"

Qin Haoran and the heads of the various factions widened their eyes, and their eyes finally became shocked!

Even the three elders of Shengquan Sect, who were sitting firmly on Diaoyutai, saw Li Qingyang's sword slashed out three crescent moons, and they almost couldn't help standing up!

Spiritual martial arts.

They also have the Holy Spring Sect, but the lowest level is also a mid-level high-level. Only when you reach the martial artist can you control it.

Jun Changxiao imitated the appearance of the five elders, put one leg on the other, and said with a faint smile: "You shouldn't be so surprised, right?"