People are in comprehensive martial arts, start to destroy Shaolin

Isn't that the secret of the beggars?

Not good, to hide or not to hide?

If this palm is real, it would be difficult for him to endure emptiness, but when he thinks of Xie Xun, he thinks of Dragon Slaying Saber, and he thinks of Fang Zheng's position.

Isn't it just an injury? He can hold on to emptiness.

I saw that Zhang Wuwei's feet were not moving, and his entire upper body was twisted to the right.

Does Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms have this trick?Kong Xing looked at Zhang Wuwei's actions in a daze and thought.

And this momentum is completely irrelevant?
When the twisting reached the limit, Zhang Wuwei turned quickly, and his entire right hand viciously slapped Kong Xing's face.

Snapped--

This time it was a loud voice echoing above the square.

A scarlet five-fingerprint suddenly appeared on Kong Xing's face.

Coupled with his ferocious face, it looks very terrifying.

With a "crash", Kongxing jumped out of the square and stood up.

The rubble flew across, and he stared at Zhang Wuwei with his bloodshot eyes, that expression.

It seemed that Zhang Wuwei was going to be chopped alive in the next second.

one second.

two seconds.

Everyone stared at Kongxing nervously, and was violently attacked and slapped in the face in front of many masters and Zhengdao.

He was still a weak thirteen or fourteen-year-old ninth-rank warrior.

If it was them, I'm afraid they couldn't bear it at all.

But the Shaolin monk is worthy of being a monk.

Unexpectedly, he forcibly held back, took a step back, and said expressionlessly: "There is another trick."

"Scary." Zhang Wuwei patted his chest: "It's quite scary, but it turned out like a bitch?"

Glancing between Kong Xing's legs: "Oh, sorry, I forgot, I just hit harder."

Kong Xing still looked at Zhang Wuwei expressionlessly, and said word by word as if he was squeezing out:

"One more trick."

He was already furious to the extreme, it was a kind of calm, calmly waiting after three moves.

Zhang Wuwei took three steps back with a smile, scanned the crowd and said, "Oh, you forced me."

boom--

A wave of air rose out of nowhere.

Zhang Wuwei clasped his hands together and raised them above his head.

A real yellow dragon appeared out of thin air, circling around Zhang Wuwei's young body.

One-time item card, Kanglong has regrets.

True *Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

"impossible!!!"

Kongxing roared in disbelief, "This is impossible!"

Kongzhi, Extinction... and so on. Everyone's eyes widened and they looked at Zhang Wuwei in disbelief.

This momentum, this true energy.

You can't be wrong, Grand Master.

But how?
He's obviously just a ninth-rank martial artist, how could this be?
Even if he pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, he can't be a great master.

Moreover, this move is unmistakable, the Eighteen Palms of the Beggar Clan's unique skill to subdue the dragon.

It's not the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms of Wujue Beibei Hong Qigong, he doesn't have such momentum, Zhang Wuwei's is more powerful and domineering than his.

In the entire martial arts world, Bei Qiaofeng's all-out eruption could only be as good as this.

Zhang Wuwei didn't care what others thought, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he shouted: "Kanglong has regrets."

Open your hands, put them on your right waist, and then push forward.

The phantom of a golden dragon flashed past.

In the sluggish look of everyone, he penetrated into the body of emptiness.

Kong Xing opened his lips slightly, and stretched his left hand forward.

Sudden.

With a "bang", his body trembled, and then the monk's robe on his entire back exploded.

Fall on your back.

Kong Zhi flew forward and caught Kong Xing's stiff body.

"Junior brother?" Kongzhi still didn't dare, and couldn't believe it, looked at Kongxing suspiciously and asked, "Really?"

Emptiness returned to the light, held Kongzhi's arm tightly and said:
"If I say that my fighting strength is eight thousand, then at least one hundred thousand in that attack just now."

"But he was obviously a scumbag with a combat power of five before."

Kongzhi stared blankly at Kongxing, listening to his nonsense, staring straight at Venus.

Really?

Is it true?
Is this all true?
He really couldn't believe that that thirteen or fourteen-year-old martial artist who was only ninth rank suddenly unleashed the full blow of a grand master.

Until Kong Xing tilted his head and his hands drooped feebly.

Kongzhi is convinced that all of this is not faked by Kongxing, and all of this is true.

"Senior Brother!!!"

Kongzhi howled miserably, couldn't stop pointing at Zhang Wuwei and shouted: "Kill him."

"Kill him to avenge Junior Brother Kongxing."

He couldn't bear such a big loss.

He had to try it out to see if Zhang Wuwei really had the strength of a great master.

The Shaolin disciple was taken aback for a moment, and then his heart froze.

They also couldn't believe that a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy could have the strength of a great master.

Even if you are a genius, even if you have practiced martial arts from the womb.

For so many years, I have never heard of a grand master in his teens.

Even Zhang Sanfeng did not become a grand master until he was 50 years old, how could he be.

What about the ten-year-old grand master?

Fake, must be fake.

A Shaolin eminent monk was the first to jump up into the air, his feet melted into afterimages, and one kick was faster than the other.

The rapid kick towards Zhang Wuwei is exactly the shadow-following kick of one of the Shaolin 72 stunts.

This stunt takes people's shadows and follows them all the time, which means that it is very fast, making people overwhelmed and difficult to parry.

Zhang Wuwei didn't dodge or dodge, just stood proudly like that, facing Shaolin 72 stunts with a slightly thin body.

"No." Zhang Sanfeng, who had just recovered from the shock, shouted loudly, and quickly approached Zhang Wuwei.

But his shadow-following feet were really shadow-following, and he, who had just come to his senses, didn't have time to rescue him.

dang dang-

A series of bell-like sounds sounded from above the square.

Zhang Sanfeng was a hundred years old, and he once again looked at Zhang Wuwei in confusion.

How did this suddenly turn into a statuette?

And this breath, is it a master?

You can't be wrong, this breath must be the master.

But, isn't he a rank nine martial artist?

Why do you meet as a great master and then as a master?

It's really something that he has never encountered in a century of life, um, a strange thing.

The Shaolin eminent monk kicked dozens of kicks in a row, which made his feet numb and he had to stop.

"That's it?" Zhang Wuwei tilted his head, and said with a sneer: "It's not even a tickle, how can the world's martial arts come out of Shaolin?"

Grabbing the eminent monk's ankle, he swung a circle viciously, fell to the ground and comforted him, "Stop pretending to be forceful and read more."

With a bang, the eminent monk was smashed into the square.

"Pfft" spit out a mouthful of blood with viscera, more air out, less air in, seeing that he won't live for long.

Everyone was shocked.

Four eminent monks jumped out of Shaolin, and one of them slapped Zhang Wuwei's dantian with his big diamond palm.

One person hit the plate with vajra legs, and the other punched the heart with powerful vajra fingers.

The last person used a wood-burning knife technique to slash Zhang Wuwei's head.

Really besieged on all sides, from top to bottom, no one let go.

"Hmph." Zhang Wuwei snorted coldly, raised his left foot, and his right foot was hardened to the vajra leg of an eminent Shaolin monk.

Then, in his surprised eyes, his left foot fell quickly, and with a "click", his legs were broken.