24 hours of automatic hard training in martial arts, I will directly open and hang up

"what happened!"

Looking at the fist that fell through the air, Wei Bohu's face was ugly, and his eyes were a bit unbelievable.

Wind Walk is only an E-level martial art.

The expert realm is nothing more than a B-level agility of the proficient realm.

And his Liu Huo Pao Fist is the realm of proficiency.

What's more, his realm is far beyond Ning Chuan.

Logically speaking, it was impossible for Ning Chuan to escape his Liu Huo Pao fist, even if he escaped by chance, he would still be extremely embarrassed and try his best.

Where is it like now, with your hands behind your back, it's as easy as taking a walk after dinner.

Boom, boom, boom...

Wei Bohu was furious in his heart, summoned up all his strength, and punched out seven or eight Flowing Cannon Fist one after another in one breath, the air wave exploded and rushed around.

The trees near the training ground were shaken and their leaves rustled.

In the violent waves of fists, Ning Chuan looked indifferent, and walked casually, like a flat boat in the sea, no matter how stormy the waves were, he still floated and was unscathed.

"My God, this is... the perfect windwalk!"

A warrior's voice was horrified.

"Didn't the teacher at the school say that only the creators of martial arts can achieve perfection!"

A nearby child asked curiously.

"How should I put it... Some geniuses, if they are lucky, can reach perfection.

But your teacher's words, to some extent, are not wrong.

For many martial arts in the Federation today, only the creators are in a perfect state! ’ someone explained.

There was also a wave of waves at the VIP seats on the viewing platform.

"Perfect state of movement, although it is the lowest E-level, but it is not bad."

"No wonder Lu Zhan is willing to stand up for him!"

"It's kind of interesting. A 17-year-old can master a perfect martial art, which is even rarer than a 17-year-old official martial artist."

Some big shots looked at the ring and chatted casually.

Attitude is not taken too seriously.

After all, it's just an E-level martial art, and the difficulty of cultivation is just that.

If the outstanding children in their family have devoted themselves to cultivating Wind Walk for more than ten years, it is difficult to say that they will be perfect, and that requires a high luck factor.

However, the realm of experts is definitely achievable.

Chapter 47: How can the B-level martial arts in the perfect realm rise above the arena?

Hearing the sounds around him, Wei Bohu's face changed slightly, he immediately lowered his arms, and stopped using Liuhuopao Fist.

Perfect state.

That's the new level.

If his Liuhuo Fist hadn't been promoted to the micro realm, he wouldn't even be able to touch the corner of Ning Chuan's clothes!

"Why don't you continue to punch the cannon!"

With his hands behind his back, Ning Chuan looked at Wei Bohu playfully and said.

It's too cheap to get rid of this kind of person with one knife!

"It's just a perfect E-level movement technique. Do you really think I can't do anything to you!"

Wei Bohu sneered.

As he spoke, he raised his fist and showed off the knuckles he was wearing.

"With the power of the original pattern weapon, I only need to punch normally, and you can't hold it. You can only dodge it with the wind step, but with your physical strength, can you support me!"

Wei Bohu said proudly.

"It's not a problem to stick to it for a quarter of an hour." Ning Chuan glanced at the big screen not far away, grinned, and said brightly: "I'm wrong, it's not a quarter of an hour, just stick to it for another 13 minutes and 57 seconds!"

"you……"

Wei Bohu froze when he heard the words.

He had forgotten that there was a time limit.

Wei Bohu's expression turned ugly instantly. According to the original plan, he was planning to scrape or even kill Ning Chuan in a fifteen-hour unlimited fight.

"However, I don't want to spend it with you."

The smile on Ning Chuan's face faded away, and he became cold and indifferent. He withdrew his right hand from behind, holding Yinxue's knife handle.

Seeing this, Wei Bohu sneered, mockingly said: "According to what you mean, do you want to beat me?!

Just rely on your Lightning Slash?

I almost laughed my big teeth off!

My Liu Huo Pao Fist is only a little lower than Ruo Ruoquan, but how many realms is your strength inferior to mine?

It's good to be able to survive the wind, and dare to speak wild words! "

"Are you finished?"

Ning Chuan said indifferently.

The voice fell.

He pulled out the silver-blooded saber, and directly cast Lightning Slash.

boom!

The silver-blooded sword exploded with a clap of thunder!

Amidst the deafening bang, it was like a flash of lightning falling from the sky, more than a foot long, and at an astonishing speed, it slashed towards Wei Bohu whose face changed dramatically.

"Why is his knife so fast?!"

The sharpness of the knife light hit his face, Wei Bohu's scalp went numb.

Regardless of the shock, he kicked the soles of his feet on the ground and tried his best to dodge backwards!

at the same time.

He didn't have time to raise the knuckles to block the knife, so he could only urge the knuckles desperately, surging golden force outward, hoping to block the cutting blade.

"The mantis arm stops the car!"

Ning Chuan's eyes were cold.

When he was promoted to the sixth stage of awakening, he was able to use the perfect lightning strike to crush Zhao Weiping's original force.

Not to mention now!

Chi!

The golden force that emerged from the Knuckle Tiger couldn't resist the sharp fringe of the Silver-Blooded Saber, and it was quickly cut open like a piece of cloth.

The knife speed was affected and dropped by [-]%.

But it was still faster than Wei Bohu's retreat.

puff!

A silver light flashed, and with the muffled sound of piercing into the flesh, a spray of blood splashed out.

Wei Bohu was immediately sent flying.

Seeing this scene, the crowd exploded instantly.

This is different from watching a live broadcast through a screen.

They are there!

As long as you have a little knowledge of martial arts, you can judge the level of this sword.

"The sound of thunder is deafening, bursting from the blade, this... this is the lightning strike of perfection!"

A school leader said in a trembling voice.

It's not that he doesn't know.

Lightning Slash is a B-level martial art!

How many years have no students in Qingshan No. [-] Middle School done it!

No, no student has ever done it!

The first of its kind in school history!

Many people were disturbed and shocked beyond belief.

Even the big shots in the VIP seats sat up straight, and all looked solemnly at the ring.

Lightning Slash is different from Wind Walk.

They are very clear about the difficulty of B-level martial arts.

Wei Bohu is a living example.

He is among the best among the younger generation of the Wei family, but he has only cultivated Liuhuopao Fist to the level of proficiency.

"Both martial arts have reached perfection, how did this kid do it!"

The patriarch of the royal family exclaimed.

"I checked his strength just now. If he is not at the high level of awakening, he should have given up some time to practice breathing!"

"What's that? The top group of people in your family don't practice breathing techniques, but only practice lightning strikes. Let alone perfection, can they reach the subtleties!"

"This level of martial arts comprehension can be called a monster!"

These dignitaries in Qingshan City couldn't help but praise.

It is worthy of being able to attract the attention of Lu Zhan, and he is indeed a genius who is one in a million.

"damn it!"

Wei Bohu was lying on the ground of the ring, his face grim in pain.

A knife wound half a meter long extended from the chest to the abdomen, bleeding profusely, dyeing the clothes red in an instant.

Panting heavily, Wei Bohu reluctantly got up, and after checking the wound, a look of fear appeared in his eyes.

If it weren't for the force inspired by the finger tiger, Ning Chuan's saber speed would have slowed down a bit.

Even if he does not die at this moment, he will be disembowelled.

Holding the saber in his hand, Ning Chuan stared at Wei Bohu indifferently, and did not take advantage of the victory to attack.

In a quarter of an hour, there is still a lot left.

Enough for him.

Ning Chuan raised his eyes, looked at the VIP seats on the viewing platform, and grinned: "That executive named Wei Zhu, do you know now that he was wrong?"

Wei Zhu stood up with a bang, his eyes were full of hostility, but he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Wei Bohu, who had awakened to the peak of the ninth stage, was almost hacked to death by Ning Chuan.

In this situation.

He also insisted that Ning Chuan's killing of the Tianwu spy was a supplementary knife, and that would be humiliating himself.

"Looks like you know."

Ning Chuan smiled faintly, looked away, and walked towards Wei Bohu.

sizzle...

The tip of Yinxue's knife rubbed against the ground, dry and piercing, like the background sound of death.

Fear rose in Wei Bohu's eyes, and he said hastily, "I admit defeat!"