Start Biyou Village: Start with one person and add some horizontal training

"Huh? Boxing? Isn't it the general sent by the spirit?"

Zhuge Qing frowned unexpectedly.

He came all the way to compete with the Eight Wonders.

Rather than some boxing.

"Gen Zi·Kunlun..."

A strong air current floated around him, tightly wrapping Zhuge Qing.

Make his body harden in an instant.

It is as heavy and unshakable as a mountain.

"Bang~"

Feng Shayan's fist was like hitting a hard and solid steel plate, and she remained motionless.

"Is this the Wuhou sect's technique?"

A tentative punch returned in vain, Feng Shayan drew back, raised her hand and threw two more punches.

"and many more……"

Zhuge Qing maintained the state of magic, and asked in a puzzled voice, "Why don't you use the family tradition of arresting spirits to send generals?"

This sentence seems to have stimulated Feng Shayan.

Ignoring Zhuge Qing's question, she rushed forward and threw a dozen punches in one breath.

Feng Zhenghao in the spectator seat sighed secretly.

Feng Yaya held onto Han Jue's arm uneasily with her small hands, "Big brother, do you think sister will lose?"

Han Jue remained silent, staring at Zhuge Qing expressionlessly.

Zhuge Qing had no choice but to continue to fight.

After fighting for two rounds, he gradually understood.

"It turns out that you are good at space abilities and boxing... Unfortunately, I am not interested in these."

"Duizi Black Glass..."

Between the changing spells.

Zhuge Qing's hands suddenly turned into a jet-black color like ink, like crystal clear black glaze.

He actually caught Feng Shayan's hundred-step magic fist with both hands.

Feng Shayan was stunned for a moment, her eyes full of disbelief.

The boxing technique she was so proud of was caught by someone?

Moreover, the other party has never fought back, and has always adopted an understatement defensive posture.

What do you mean?

Knowing that I will not arrest the spirit and send generals, did you lose the will to act?

Only defending but not attacking, could it be that you want me to take the initiative to admit defeat?

"Zhuge Qing, don't look down on me anymore. Give me another punch!"

Fengshayan released agitated innate qi all over her body, showing all her strength without reservation.

She doesn't want to lose!

She can't lose!

"Hey, little sister of the Feng family, you are not my opponent. I, Zhuge Qing, have never failed since my debut, and I am no exception to you. But don't worry, I won't hurt you."

Seeing that the opponent was going all out, Zhuge Qing no longer showed mercy.

A series of dazzling magic tricks unfolded one after another.

To deal with a non-eight magic skill inheritor, he still doesn't need to mobilize the power of four games.

"Kun character Tuheche..."

"Kanzi·Water Bomb..."

"Xunzi·Wind Rope..."

"Li Zi Chi Lian..."

The soil river cart turned the mud and rocks under the training ground into a sticky river, trapping Feng Shayan's footsteps.

The water bomb technique collects the moisture in the air, condenses it into fist-sized water balls and ejects them away.

The wind rope turns Zhuge Qing's abundant innate qi into a rope.

Trying to wrap around Feng Shayan's fists and feet.

In the end, blazing tongues of flame surrounded Feng Shayan.

The flames rose, and the fire waves rolled, engulfing her at any time.

Cold sweat broke out on Feng Shayan's forehead.

Zhuge Qing's strength was far beyond her imagination.

Among the same generation, there is such a master?

She lost too fast, too simply.

"Shayan!"

Feng Zhenghao's face changed slightly, and he got up suddenly.

He doesn't care about winning or losing the contest.

The safety of his children is the only thing he cares about.

Zhuge Qing dismissed the Qimen spell silently, maintained a calm demeanor, squinted his eyes and smiled lightly.

"I've accepted it, little sister of the Feng family. You're not weak, it's just..."

"I am stronger!"

The cadres of the Tianxiahui who were watching were completely silent, their faces full of disbelief.

Under the swift and fierce attack of the descendants of the Wuhou faction, the eldest lady they respected failed to hold on for even 10 minutes before being defeated.

"Sister...you won't be hit by this, will you?"

Feng Xingtong muttered to himself.

In the spectator seats.

Han despaired at Zhuge Qing who was calm and thoughtful.

Chapter 38 Zhuge Qing, have you ever been defeated [1 more]

In the silent training ground, Feng Shayan felt awkward and powerless.

The embarrassing thing is that she thought that even if she was not as good as Zhuge Qing, the gap between the two sides would at least not be too big.

The powerless thing is that when Zhuge Qing started to take it seriously, he was defeated in an instant.

The consolation of the other party, "You are not weak, but I am stronger", not only failed to work, but made her even more disappointed.

Is he really so bad that he can't be vulnerable?

The self-confidence in the past was just because he didn't meet a real young and strong man?

"Hey, after losing a game, are you starting to doubt your life?"

A huge figure jumped down from the spectator seats at some point, covering her slender and sexy body.

A familiar voice sounded in her ear.

Feng Shayan raised her head, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

I saw Han Jue staring at her with a smile that was not a smile.

With the help of her broad and mighty figure to block the sight of most people in the viewing seats behind, she raised her hand and squeezed her delicate and pretty face, and said in a playful tone, "Xingtong was worried about you being hit just now, look at this, no Will it be hit by him? No way?!"

The yin and yang tone is really hateful.

Feng Shayan immediately forgot the disappointment just now, and stepped on Han Jue's instep hard with her beautiful feet in high boots.

"Tsk, this is just like you. Go back and rest. Next, let's see how I deal with him."

Han Jue was gearing up, eager to try.

Feng Shayan was worried that he underestimated the enemy, so she warned in a low voice.

"You'd better be careful, Zhuge Qing's techniques are treacherous and changeable, and it's impossible to guard against. You must not be beaten all over the place."

"Don't you prefer having no teeth?"

Han Jue lowered his voice to the point that only Feng Shayan could hear, with a pun.

Feng Shayan rolled her eyes at him, "Be serious."

Turning around, she faced Zhuge Qing and said calmly, "You have won, Zhuge Qing, I am indeed not your opponent."

After being interrupted by Han Jueyi, all the emotions in her heart were relieved.

The wavering confidence returned to her face.

"Bah, bah, the dog food of the Tianxiahui is really fucking bad... If I knew it, I should have endured it, and I agreed not to listen to gossip."

Zhuge Qing calmly dismissed "Listen to Feng Yin", and responded with a smile, "Little sister of the Feng family, you are still young, and you will catch up with me sooner or later."

In terms of age, Zhuge Qing is a few years older than Feng Shayan, which is not wrong.

Feng Shayan imitated Han Jue's habit, shrugging her shoulders and walking back to the spectator seats.

"Sister, are you okay?"

Feng Xingtong and Feng Yaya rushed forward at the same time, their faces full of concern.

"It's okay." Feng Shayan sat back beside Feng Zhenghao, and smiled wryly, "I'm sorry, Dad, I let you down."

Feng Zhenghao shook his head, and said earnestly, "The victory or defeat is only temporary, so don't worry about it. Besides, it's just a competition. If you can learn something from it, I'll be satisfied."

Feng Shayan seemed to have realized something, carefully reminiscing about the process of fighting with Zhuge Qing.

After losing a game, Feng Zhenghao set his sights on Han Jue.

This young man "from Jia's Village".

In the force test, the output was as high as 3000+, and it was rated as S.

In terms of strength alone, he may be stronger than Shayan.

I hope he can hold on for a while longer under Zhuge Qing's attack.

Even if you lose, don't lose too embarrassingly.

this moment.

Feng Zhenghao couldn't help thinking of the experience Feng Shayan described to him when he came back from Jinxi.

"Xiao Jia's hard skills against Mr. Chai must not be too weak. It's a pity that Zhuge's family is good at strange arts. If he can last for 10 minutes, he will win."

On the spectator seat.

Hong Bin waved his fist excitedly.

"Brother Zhengzheng, blow him up! Kill that stinky fox!"

He couldn't play, so he could only cheer for Han Jue.

The rest of the cadres whispered to each other.

"Missy lost so quickly, brother Jia can do it?"

"That's right. Zhuge Qing is too strong. To be honest, if it were me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to hold on for a minute."

"If you put it that way, the eldest lady is quite powerful."

"Of course, that's Zhuge Qing, the heir of the Marquis Wu sect. Xiao Jia is probably no match."