I kill ghosts and gods with martial arts

Chapter 71
It is hard to imagine that there is such a large lake in the middle of the mountain stream.

Although it is definitely not comparable to the Zhenze Great Lake in Yunzhou, it is not too small. Looking down Bawang Lake with the naked eye, when the water waves are calm, you can see to the bottom at a glance.It seems that it is not deep, but in fact, if an adult man jumps, he will have to fall for a long time before reaching the bottom. The pure light makes people lose their judgment on the depth.

The water quality here is very good.

At least Wu Mourn has been to Tianya Haijiao before, and the water quality there cannot be compared with the lake water seen at this moment.

Holding the mentality of traveling in mountains and rivers.

In the first two days, Wu Mourning and Mei Fuzi took a small boat as a partner with other hunters and explorers, and made ten trips.And Zhengyangzi and Monk Buzhan also have about the same number, and they have already touched this lake by a wide margin.

Even the cave at the end has explored a large section of the entrance.

It was a big cave.

What's more interesting is that the trend of the cave is not downward, but all the way upward.After encountering some historical man-made excavation traces, they didn't rush to investigate inside again.

Because both Wu Mourning and Monk Bu Zhan felt it vaguely.

There is something deep in the cave.

And it's not such an easy thing to mess with, it can basically be confirmed that it is a ghost.

"There will be no rain tomorrow."

In the camp, it was already dusk.

After Zhengyangzi sat quietly and sensed for a while, he gave a good news.

"Then let's find out together tomorrow." Mei Zaixing went straight to the case. They have been exploring for two days, and they have also quietly screened for two days internally, so they can't waste any more time.

If this batch of treasures is delayed for a long time.

Mrs. Mei thinks it's easy to get sidetracked, especially the local merchant families in Changxing, who might argue with you about the ownership of the Japanese pirates' treasures.

Seeing that the others had no objections, Mei Jiexing went out of the tent, and instructed the warrior sledgehammer and the army to take action tomorrow.Thanks to the retired army, their participation has suddenly increased the number of small boats that are stretched, and it has also given hunters and explorers a place to use them.

However, when entering the cave tomorrow, the hunters and explorers will not follow in together.

One is that the camp needs people to stay behind to support them, and the other is that they can't play a big role. If a fight at the Qizang level breaks out, the role that ordinary people can play is almost zero.

Wu mourns that they don't need cannon fodder.

On the contrary, I feel that bringing ordinary people will be tied up.

"If you don't cut it, you have gone through two hands."

Wu Mourning habitually extended an invitation to Monk Buzhan. This is also the entertainment program for everyone to rest at night for the past two days. Watch the two fighters fight each other. Then Zhengyangzi will open the market and let everyone guess who will come first. Can't stand it.Don't worry about someone playing tricks, Wu Mourning and Monk Bu Zhan are both out of temper and don't care about the little money.

Mei Jiexing called this a compensation recovery plan.

"Okay! After two hands, I have already studied Xinzhuo's strength, and today I will break it with the golden bell cover of the dragon elephant!" Monk Buzhan's eyes lit up, and he was full of his strength from the beginning of the fight with Wu Mou curious.

As a sect disciple.

Bu Zhan has never seen such a complex and unique combination of forces, so he readily accepted Wu Mourning's invitation, and studied hard to figure out how to deal with it.

Outside the camp, a martial arts arena the size of a basketball court was specially opened for the two of them.

In the light of the flickering fire.

It can be seen that the monk who has taken off his shirt seems to be a copper-skinned Buddha statue in an ancient temple. His toes are grasping the ground and his hands are clasped together, revealing an invisible oppression. You can also see the majestic golden light flowing on his body!

The streamlined muscles of Wu Dao, who also took off his shirt, are extremely pleasing to the eye. The body that has been tempered for thousands of years locks up the rush of energy and blood. Every move of the warm-up will easily involve the long-time watcher into bloody murderous thoughts, resulting in tyrannical violence. I can't wait to participate in the strong hostility in the killing!
The two strode forward!Face to face soon!
boom! ! !
Monk Buzhan was the first to throw a punch!
Arhat punches!Also known as Arhat opening the mountain gate!

A fist with eight parts of the strength of a Qizang first-level warrior smashed firmly on Wu Mour's elbow block. Distorted ripples visible to the naked eye swayed from the blow, and Wu Mour's legs sank an inch into the ground.

When this punch hits, first-class warriors will be injured, but when it hit Wu Miao's defense, Bu Zhan felt that what he hit was not a human body, but a big piece of rubber filled with steel wire and iron.His energy for subduing demons was like a mud cow sinking into the sea, being completely swallowed by Wu Dao's seemingly thin body.

"drink!!"

Wu Mourn received a hard punch, unwavering like a tall pine and cypress counterattacking, his blood and blood were condensed and he punched back!
Bang! ! !
A simple swing of the fist hit the uncut metallic body, and everyone in the martial arts field felt tightness and suffocation in their chests, and they seemed to have a sense of vomiting.As if the punch was not hitting the body, but a big bronze bell, the shock wave affected at least 30 meters away!
Monk Bu Zhan only felt a sharp pain on his copper skin, and his legs also sank an inch into the ground.

He grinned at Wu Mourn, and punched again!

boom! !

Wu Mourn also retaliated, you punch me, I'll pay you back, today we'll see who can't hold on first!
Boom!bang bang!
Bang bang bang! !

The unpretentious fight between two Qizang warriors can best mobilize people's passionate yearning for power.

The sound of thundering hammers echoed endlessly by the lake, and the punters would applaud each time they punched. They not only applauded for their own treasures, but also applauded for the pioneers of the limit!
No bells and whistles.

The sense of explosion at the scene frightened the birds and animals in the nearby forest trying to get water and fled far away. The terrifying two-legged beast made such a movement, which was a nightmare for the creatures in the mountains.

The fear of being easily torn and hunted by warriors echoed in their bones.

Bang bang bang! !
After a confrontation of at least a hundred punches, the strength of both sides has weakened.

Both Wu Mourning and Monk Bu Zhan felt uncomfortable, they began to sweat on the surface of their bodies, and their hearts were shaken.

One is that strength brings destruction and destruction, the tenacious characteristics of the stupa, after a long time of confrontation, it will naturally destroy the blood channel from the subtle, and the superposition cannot be underestimated.The other one's strength is fierce and unparalleled, like a big bell, but the strength of the counter-shock, hitting him very hard will return three points to hit him.

And this is a situation where the two sides are simply fighting each other based on their physique, energy and blood.

It's like two ferocious beasts are fighting to determine the status!

"They played very hard today."

Mei Jiexing came to Zhengyangzi, took out a treasure note and threw it on the box representing Wu Mourning.

"Bu Zhan is very talented, born with supernatural power, copper-skinned and iron-framed, and recognized by the dragon god's relic. He has the power of a dragon and elephant in his grasp. In the first three levels of Kaizang, few people can match his pure blood and physical strength."

Zhengyangzi commented on Bald Donkey normally.

"What about Xinzhuo?"

Taoist Qiao paused for a moment, then answered helplessly.

"Buddhas in the army, pines and cypresses in the mountains, it's hard to believe that he has refined his body to this extent at the age of sixteen or seventeen."

"Who do you think will win tonight?"

(End of this chapter)