The heavens preach

In the golden building.

It was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Everyone looked at one hanging on the wall, and another hanging on the beam.

It can be said that just a moment ago, except for the amazing eyesight of the Huajin masters present, they could see what happened.

Other junior disciples such as Ye Wen, Wu Zhongsu, Gong Er, Ma San, Wang Fengxiang and other major sects did not see clearly what happened just now.

Zhao Xinchuan was still worried about Chen Xixiang before his master Peng Ganwu and his younger brother Peng Qizi stepped forward.

The last time I met Chen Zhenren, he was still in the realm of Dan Jin, and he saved himself from Cheng Lishan and Marvins.

Indeed, it can be regarded as one of the world's leading masters.

After all, there are not too many people in the martial arts world who can practice Dan Jin, but anyone who has Dan Jin can be qualified to become the ancestor of a sect and establish a sect.

But because the younger brother and the master acted at the same time, especially his younger brother is a rare talent for five or six generations of the Peng family. Several big boxing champions in the north and south are even younger.

If the two go up together, Chen Xixiang might not...

Unexpectedly, in the next moment, he saw that in front of Chen Zhenren, his master and junior were just the result of each other's raising their hands, and they flew out like cannonballs.

"This cultivation base..."

Chen Wuhou's complexion changed drastically.

As the son of Yang Luchan.

Sect Master Yang's eyes were full of intense shock.

"Visual Huajin is like a pig and dog, and Danjin is like a child..."

On the wall, Peng Xiaowen coughed violently, and pulled himself out of the wall, but fell to the ground all of a sudden, spitting out a big mouthful of blood clots, his eyes full of panic and fear:

"This……"

He couldn't believe it.

The cultivation base of the strong Taoist this year is actually so appalling.

Peng Qizi on the beam also fell off the beam slowly, but his face was numb and disheveled, and he just sat on the ground like a walking corpse.

Chen Xixiang glanced at the remaining seventeen martial arts sects present, and his lips moved slightly:

"People from Tai Chi Sect, stand up."

call!

Chen Wuhou and Yang Shaomen stood up, and they could see strong dissatisfaction from each other's expressions, but more of them were the gloomy faces that were called by Chen Xixiang to go forward at the moment.

Watching these two people stand up.

Chen Xixiang continued to look at the others, and said:

"In addition to those from the Taiji Sect, everyone else can come up. Today, the grievances between the north and the south will be wiped out."

He appears to be whispering.

"The words of the poor Taoist are in front of me. Today is the choice that the poor Taoist gave you. If you accept the fight between the poor Taoist and everyone today, it is equivalent to agreeing in front of the poor Taoist to resolve all the conflicts between the North and the South martial arts. , let bygones be bygones."

"That's why I think it's better to stand up now. If after today, anyone still mentions the grievances between the North and South martial arts, then don't blame Pindao for visiting in person and explaining the truth to you."

"Those who want to stand up, do so now."

But to the many middle-aged people who landed on the scene, the masters from all walks of life in the northern and southern martial arts in the entire Jinlou, and the heroes of the world, it was like thunder in the ears.

really...

Taoist parody, the world is like hearing thunder.

At this moment, except for Yang Shaomen and Chen Wuhou of Chen Family Taiji, the other masters sitting in the 21 seats all stood up silently.

Among these people are...

Southern heroes Huang Feihong, Liang Kun, Mr. Zan, Su Can, Wan Laisheng from Qinghong, Chen Huashun, Changjiang hero Lu Zijian and other southern boxing masters.

Among the northern heroes are Wudang Sword Fairy Liu Baiyuan, Arm King Chuck, Arhat Fist Shi Zhitong from Songshan Shaolin, Shenli Wang Ziping, Han Muxia and others.

Gong Baotian, Li Cunyi and the others also silently looked at the others.

It can be said that this golden building already includes the world's six great boxing champions except Sun Lutang and Li Shuwen.

Hong boxing champion Liang Kun, Wuxing boxing champion Lu Zijian, Wing Chun boxing champion Liang Zan, arm champion Chuck, Xingyi boxing champion Li Cunyi, Bagua boxing champion Gong Baotian.

The world's six biggest boxing champions.

The world's top six alchemy masters.

In addition, there are those Dan Jin and Hua Jin of various sects.

Wan Laisheng stared at Chen Xixiang and said slowly:

"Chen Zhenren, today let us see if you have reached the realm of a fairy or Buddha."

Arm King took a deep breath, stepped out with his hands behind his back:

"When Sun Lutang cultivated Gang Jin, he took the initiative to invite Brother Cunyi, Brother Baotian, me, and two other friends, a total of five Dan Jins to besiege him together. He won, but it was also difficult."

"Today, if you really do it, don't talk about integrating the northern and southern martial arts, Sun Lutang's No. 1 martial arts will also be handed over to you."

Chen Xixiang lowered his hands and stood opposite the seat, without moving his face, he swept them away one by one:

"Is there any more?"

Chen Xixiang dropped his words.

In the golden building stood more than a dozen heroes from the northern and southern martial arts who were not seated.

Their respective eyes were red, filled with gloom and anger.

Although they are not eligible to sit in those 21 seats, they are all heroes from the north and the south who bear hatred and grievances.

"Chen Zhenzhen, if you can really bear all the grievances and grievances of all of us today, then I, Huo Huatian, promise that I will never mention my revenge again from now on!"

"To bear the grievances of everyone in the northern and southern martial arts, to put it nicely, it depends on how good you are!"

Chen Xixiang didn't answer, but fluttered about with his voluminous sleeves, and continued to ask in a deep voice:

"Is there any more?"

"Have!"

"I'm here too!"

A few more people rushed out of the crowd.

Above the second floor.

Ye Wen and Wu Zhongsu's faces were pale, looking at the people who kept coming out of the audience, their expressions were shocked:

"Is this really worth it?"

Wu Zhongsu said dryly in his throat:

"If you want to accomplish the great things that have stood out from the past and the present, you must be able to do what no one else can, and convince everyone."

Gong Er stared obsessively at the robed Taoist standing in the middle of the golden building from behind the screen, and said in his heart:

"You have become today, and from now on, you will not only be a hero in my heart every day, but also a peerless real person who will be respected and admired by martial arts all over the world."

In an instant, the hall of the Jinlou was emptied by dozens of feet.

Nearly [-]% of the people, including the northern and southern martial arts, walked towards the Taoist in the toga with his hands hanging down.

Various temperaments, various clothing, various ages...

Ming Jin, Dark Jin, Hua Jin, Dan Jin...

More than 50 people!

Wan Laisheng stepped out in a deep voice:

"excuse me!"

In an instant, more than 50 people moved together.

Boom!

The bluestones and planks of the earth in the golden building quickly collapsed piece by piece, and traces like spider webs spread out like lightning.

When Wan Laisheng made a move, his whole body disappeared.

Chen Xixiang's eyes were calm, and he caught Wan Laisheng's figure at a glance, but he noticed the strange figure and artistic conception in the opponent's movement.

It seemed that in that instant, he was separated from those 50 people, and also separated from the environment of the Jinlou.

As if the world is a silent picture scroll, he is the only trace of movement in it.

This is the peak performance.

But it is, there is no sound under the feet, and there is no shadow of the shot.

Just when his claw-like hands and ghostly body were about to touch the Taoist robe in front of Chen Xixiang.

Wan Laisheng suddenly blasted a thunderous voice in his heart:

"The elegant sparrow step of the natural sect has been practiced by you to such a state, 'everything is silent, there is no sound'. It is worthy of being the proud disciple of Du Xinwu, one of the five great masters, and worthy of your name. Unfortunately, the movements are still too slow. .”

"What?" Wan Lai's voice trembled.

Another moment, he saw Chen Xixiang's face looking down, and the other person's body was raised several times in an instant, like a god-man.

I patted it with a palm, my fingers were like mountains,

The yin and yang of strength are surging, more like a picture of Tai Chi, covering all directions.

boom!

Under Ben Leijian's palm.

Click.

Wan Laisheng's chest was deflated by an inch, and he was blasted in with great force. His facial features were all protruding, and his veins were bulging:

"what!"

There was a miserable howl, and in another moment, the person was thrown flying out!

At the same time, Chen Xixiang slapped Wan Lai with his palm, and stepped forward with a blank expression on his face. In a flash, he ran into Huang Feihong's Foshan Wuying kick.

clang!

He grabbed the opponent's leg with one hand.

this moment.

Huang Feihong felt like a thunderbolt in his heart.

Just touching Chen Xixiang's hand, he seemed to feel that he was being grabbed seven inches by an unrivaled madman. The wind tore from between Chen Xixiang's skin made him understand in an instant that Chen Xixiang was one size taller than him. realm.

However, the next breath.

Chen Xixiang grabbed Huang Feihong's leg.

Progress, raise shoulders, pad elbows...

Hit away!

boom!

The air in the golden building whimpered, as if the air had been torn into pieces!

In the sharp whistling sound!

With a single blow, he knocked the world's king of legs into the air, smashing down eleven chairs in a row!

Two powerful masters, figures who are like the world's boxing champions.

It's still just... like a chicken and a dog.

"It's not just Gang Jin...it's not just Gang Jin!!"

Huang Feihong clutched his chest, his face was as transparent as paper, and his mind was like a stormy sea. He stared blankly at the peerless Taoist who kept flying the world's masters away like a child.

boom! ! !

Air waves spread in all directions!