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

Zhuge Qing frowned secretly.

I thought the other party was just an ordinary cadre of the Tianxiahui.

In terms of strength, it is impossible to be stronger than Feng Zhenghao's daughter.

With his family-inherited Bajiquan hard work, defeating the opponent is effortless.

This is not arrogance.

It was his absolute confidence in his own strength.

Respect and trust in the millennium inheritance of the Wuhou School.

Never thought.

The opponent's punching technique is several times stronger than he imagined... no, even dozens of times!

Zhuge Qing's eyes became huge and his face was stern.

Quietly looked at Han Jue who was rushing towards him with a wild laugh.

"Forget it, since you want to see Wuhou Qimen, I will do what you wish, I hope you will not regret it."

"Are you proud of your strength? Very well, I will use my strength to defeat you squarely."

Zhuge Qing has almost conceited trust in the Wuhou faction's inheritance ability.

He never thought that Wuhou Qimen would be inferior to the Eight Miraculous Skills, or even the skills of Tangmen, Huodezong and Wudang School.

"Gen Zi·Kunlun!"

"Duizi Black Glass!"

He casted two qimen techniques that focused on defense.

The surging Xiantian Qi surrounded Zhuge Qing.

A vigorous and heavy breath appeared on his body surface.

The whole person is like a heavy mountain.

High above the sky, connected with the sky and the earth.

It is daunting and unshakable.

His hands turned into a jet-black glass color.

"Brother Jia, can your strength shake me, even Kunlun Mountain?!"

Zhuge Qing resumed his calm and calm posture, with an exceptionally calm tone.

On the spectator seat.

Everyone didn't expect that Zhuge Qing would be blown away by Han Jue at first.

After being surprised, they all began to discuss.

"Brother Jia, are you so strong? Even Zhuge Qing couldn't resist the impact of this punch."

"This kid is so terrifying!"

"I remember that his force test output exceeded 3000 kilograms."

"Amazing!"

Feng Zhenghao adjusted his glasses, staring intently at the two people who were fighting.

Feng Shayan's beautiful eyes are rippling with splendor, and the autumn waves are rippling.

"As expected of you...how can the man I like not be strong enough?"

Brother and sister Feng Xingtong and Feng Yaya pumped their fists excitedly, blushing with excitement, and kept cheering for Han Jue.

The elder sister defeated Zhuge Qing miserably, which made the two very depressed.

Finally someone vented their anger for them!

in the field.

Facing Zhuge Qing, who was performing a strange technique, Han Jue's figure was like lightning, and he rushed away without a moment's pause.

It doesn't matter if you are Kunlun Mountain or the fucking turtle king Bashan!

As long as my fist is hard enough, I will definitely kill you!

Call ~

Fist wind roared, Han Jue faced Zhuge Qing's immovable defense, and a pair of sandbag-sized iron fists attacked in turn.

Bang!

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Fist-shaped phantoms formed by condensed white horse training fell on the innate energy released by Zhuge Qing.

Fist-sized black holes were smashed out one after another, distorted and deformed.

The majestic fist turned into a fierce beast that opened its bloody mouth and showed its sharp claws.

Desperately biting the heavy qi mask on Zhuge Qing's body.

Swinging dozens of punches in one breath, Han Jue didn't give Zhuge Qing a chance to fight back.

Feel the gradually weakening innate qi shield.

Zhuge Qing's state of mind has evolved from a calm state of mind at the beginning to a turbulent sea.

"Damn it! This lunatic's strength is too strong, and his speed is not weak either! He's actually practicing hard skills horizontally! If I continue to be beaten passively like this, my body's true qi will be gradually eaten away by him!"

Realizing this, Zhuge Qing immediately changed his strategy.

Since passive defense is not dominant, then attack against attack!

"Xunzi·Wind Rope!"

Countless white air currents as thick as arms emerged out of thin air and danced around Han Jue.

Two of them curled towards Han Jue's arms, and two curled towards his legs.

The remaining five or six strands wrapped around Han Jue's mighty body in a crossing motion.

"Wind energy? Good job!"

Han Jue let out a loud shout, not surprised but delighted.

He was about to experiment.

Can the various natural energies evolved from the innate qi in the qimen technique be able to break his hard work.

Wind, fire, water, thunder, who else?

In addition to the Vajra Immortality Magic Art that had already been in operation, Han Jue activated all the other horizontal martial arts skills one after another.

Three-layer iron cloth shirt, open!

A light-yellow shirt-like infuriating energy enveloped his whole body.

The four-layer Ten Thousand Poisons Golden Bell Cover, open!

Dark-black scales suddenly appeared on the surface of the skin.

Like the legendary black dragon scale armor, it is weird and unpredictable.

Snapped!

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Eight or nine wind ropes entangled Han Jue's limbs and body successively, making him unable to move.

The violent fist attack immediately disintegrated.

Han Jue, who was tied up with wind ropes, stood in front of Zhuge Qing, motionless.

There was a smile on the corner of Zhuge Qing's mouth.

"Brother Jia, do you now understand what a strange technique is?"

"I know you still have the strength to fight back, but... I won't give you a chance."

"Li Zi Chi Lian!"

"Xunzi Feng Jian!"

"Kun character · flow stone!"

Fierce waves of fire rolled and rose, and the invisible air flow formed a huge wind pressure and rolled in.

The wind helped the fire, and the fire snake turned into a fire dragon to surround Han Jue.

Wind and fire intertwined, mixed with pieces of mud and rocks the size of a millstone lasing.

The situation suddenly turned around.

There were exclamations one after another in the spectator seats.

Zhuge Qing shot with all his strength this time, and the monstrous power he unleashed was completely different from the previous sparring with Feng Shayan.

Feng Shayan's pretty face was pale, and her fists were clenched unconsciously.

Can't help feeling worried for Han Jue.

"If you can't hold on, you just admit defeat. Why force yourself, I don't really need you to vent your anger for me. Bastard...you must not get hurt!"

Han Jue, who had become the focus of everyone, grinned broadly.

Let the wind knives, fire waves, and flow stones hit him.

PS:

I'm sorry, I had a cold all day today and had a splitting headache. I took painkillers but it didn't work. I couldn't help falling asleep when I got home from get off work.

In a daze, I always feel that there are still updates that have not been completed today. I struggled to get up and finish writing this chapter, and I will take a shower and sleep later.

Tomorrow's two chapters will be updated at night!

Chapter 40 Han Jue's Outing, Yi Jin Washing Marrow VS Wuhou Qimen [1 more]

Red fire, transparent wind, brown soil...

All kinds of natural energies condensed by the innate qi engulfed Han Jue in an instant.

The momentum is like a stormy sea, which is moving.

There were exclamations in the spectator seats.

"Hey, I said, the situation is not good!"

"Brother Xiao Jia can't stand it anymore, he can't see what's going on with him now..."

"Wuhou Qimen's reputation is well-deserved, Zhuge Qing is too strong, he...he is probably the strongest alien among the younger generation, right?"

"That's right, I really can't think of anyone else who is his opponent. Perhaps the heir to the celestial master in Longhu Mountain, the real Lingyu is qualified to be compared with him."

"Qimen's technique is number one in the world, Wuhou faction deserves it!"

The discussions were endless.

Feng Zhenghao shook his head and sighed with regret.

Xiao Jia was not wronged.

Zhuge Qing is indeed too powerful.

No wonder Shayan was powerless to fight back.

This is the most talented young alien he has ever seen, bar none.

Zhuge Gong, Zhuge Gong.

I knew I was not as good as you back then, but I never imagined that my children are still inferior to your son in this generation.

Feng Shayan clenched her fists tightly.

Jianshui's pupils showed undisguised worry and anxiety.

Although she understands that Zhuge Qing came all the way to exchange ideas.