Supreme Martial Saint: With an Invincible Body, I Tear Apart the Supernatural

"This Tian Fei is really a qualified bitch."

In the team at Hongying Martial Arts School, Song Dazhuang looked disdainful.

The senior brother next to him said: "Hush, senior brother Zhao is now a popular figure in our martial arts school, and Tian Fei's status has also risen. Be careful that he hears you."

"You heard him try to touch me?" Song Dazhuang said sarcastically.

The senior brother was stunned for a moment, then he immediately reacted and said with a smile: "Then I really don't dare to touch you. Senior Brother Zhao will be your brother-in-law soon, and Tian Fei will have to humble himself when he sees you."

"It's okay if you don't want this brother-in-law."

"Uh...hehe."

The senior brother smiled awkwardly and did not answer.

He didn't have as deep a background as Song Dazhuang, so he didn't dare to say more, lest others overhear and target him.

Another place, in Dingxiang Teahouse.

Feng Shaolong said: "Dad, do you think Master Hong can defeat Zhao Qing?"

"have no idea."

"Well, if Master Hong loses, the Hong's Martial Arts School will be gone. Think about how long it has been since Master Hong was injured, and the Hong's Martial Arts School has suffered such a blow one after another. Dad, you must not get hurt."

"Shut up!"

Feng Ji scolded angrily: "Look at Zhang Lingshan who has reached the peak of meat refining. You haven't even reached the level of meat refining once, and you are still in the mood to make sarcastic remarks here!"

Feng Shaolong argued: "Zhang Lingshan's meat-refining peak is useless. After the collapse of Hong's martial arts school, he will be homeless. Maybe he will be driven out by Zhao Qing and he will not be able to survive tonight."

"You can be at ease. With Zhang Lingshan's talent, there are plenty of people to recruit him. Just open your eyes and look at restaurants and teahouses in all directions. When the results of the battle between Hong Zhengdao and Zhao Qing come out, Of course someone will come forward.”

"Dad, are you talking about the four major families in the inner city?" Feng Shaolong looked shocked.

Zhang Lingshan was so virtuous and capable that he could actually be recruited by the four major families in the inner city. If it hadn't been his father who said this, he would never have believed it.

Feng Ji hummed: "You have just entered the martial arts. In less than a year, you will reach the peak of meat refining. If you can do it, the four major families will also recruit you."

"Really the peak of meat refining? I always thought that daddy, you deliberately provoked me to say nonsense."

Feng Shaolong looked in disbelief.

How long has it been?

I have been grinding my skin for so long but I still haven't succeeded in refining meat, but others have reached the peak of meat refining. There is really no comparison between people.

"Master Hong is here!"

Feng Shaolong's eyes suddenly condensed and he shouted.

Feng Ji lowered his eyes and looked down.

at the same time.

Jiang Yue Tower, in the box on the top floor.

A young man with a handsome face pointed at the strong man following Hong Zhengdao and shouted excitedly: "Master, that is my brother Zhang Lingshan. If my brother's master loses, please save my brother, Master."

"Don't worry. You finally begged me once. If I can't even do this little thing, won't I be looked down upon?"

Jiang Shaobai smiled slightly.

He should be about sixteen years old. He has a fair face, a slender neck like a white swan, long hair tied behind his head, a small golden crown on his head, a white paper fan in his hand, and dressed in white clothes.

What a charming and handsome young man!

He opened the folding fan and said, "Uncle Zuo, did you hear that? Protect Zhang Lingshan at the critical moment and don't let Xiaofeng down."

"Yes, Master!"

A middle-aged man with a tough face behind him lowered his head slightly and answered in obedience.

…

Downstairs, on Dongyangji Street.

Hong Zhengdao was wearing a black uniform and his right arm was tightly tied to his body with a rope to prevent it from hanging beside him and affecting the fight.

He was seen walking step by step, very slowly, with a solemn expression, while the faces of Zhang Lingshan and other disciples behind him were equally grave.

"You are cowardly before you fight."

Someone in the crowd sighed, "Look at how majestic and arrogant Zhao Qing is. He looks like a winner even before he starts. Look at Hong Zhengdao again. If he hadn't known that he was here to compete, I would have thought he was Being pushed to the execution ground by his disciples."

"Hahaha."

This metaphor was so damaging that it made the people next to me laugh.

Hong Zhengdao turned a deaf ear.

He passed through the crowd, then jumped up to the terrace.

"Hong Zhengdao, are you ready to die?"

Zhao Qing shouted loudly, without giving Hong Zhengdao a chance to speak, and stepped forward directly: "Zhao Qing of Hongying Martial Arts School, I want to ask Hong Zhengdao, the master of Hong's Martial Arts School, for some tips!"

"good."

Hong Zhengdao didn't waste any words. He stepped forward slightly with his left foot and raised his left hand in front of him.

Bang!

He struck first, stepped hard with his right foot, and jumped forward. His left hand shook several times in an instant, which was dazzling, as if palm shadows were born from all directions, covering Zhao Qing's entire body.

Bafang Divine Palm!

This is not only Hong Zhengdao's unique skill, but also his famous nickname in the world.

The reason Zhang Lingshan knew this name was because Hong Zhengdao passed it on to him after all the disciples had retired last night.

Not long ago, when I was sparring with Hong Zhengdao, I couldn't avoid Hong Zhengdao's Eight Directions Divine Palm. I had no choice but to hit Hong Zhengdao head-on. He was knocked back several steps and the bluestone floor was broken.

This shows how powerful Hong Zhengdao's move is.

However, when Zhao Qing faced this palm, he not only showed no fear, but also smiled sarcastically: "The Bafang Divine Palm has such a great reputation. It has been hidden by the disciples for so long, and it was finally used today. It's a pity that it's mediocre. Odd, it doesn’t live up to its name.”

As he spoke, Zhao Qing's body moved left and right, and his feet were as nimble as a ghost. From time to time, he would lift his foot and poke Hong Zhengdao's crotch, forcing Hong Zhengdao to guard against it.

"Red Crane Body Technique!"

Someone with knowledge shouted: "It is said that this is Zhao Hongying's self-created movement technique specifically to deal with the Bafang Divine Palm. It is extremely powerful and can restrain the Bafang Divine Palm with both feet and legs."

Another person said: "It is said that Zhao Hongying also has a red crane sword technique, which is specially designed to restrain Hong Zhengdao's Hongyun sword technique. But this time neither of them uses weapons, so we won't see them."

"After all, we are still masters and disciples. Even if we fight life and death, we must leave a whole corpse for the other party."

"It seems like the master-disciple relationship is deep. Haha."

One person laughed sarcastically.

Others glanced at the speaker and did not dare to say anything. Anyone who dared to laugh so loudly at this time was definitely a master, and this person was no exception.

"Hong Zhengdao, eat my finger!"

Hearing a sudden roar, Zhao Qing clenched his right hand into a sword finger, passed through the shadow of Hong Zhengdao's Bafang Divine Palm, and went straight to Hong Zhengdao's throat.

This finger was fierce and traceless, even though the shadows of Hong Zhengdao's palms were flying, and it seemed that water could not reach him, but he couldn't stop his finger.

"Grandpa Yu, this is your Sky Breaking Finger. Why did he steal it?"

In Qingfeng Restaurant, Yuan Qiu said in surprise.

Yu Jiren said in a deep voice: "To be honest with Master Qiu, it was not Zhao Qing who stole it, but I passed it on to him. I have a big grudge against Hong Zhengdao, and I must see his family destroyed with my own eyes!"

"Oh? Congratulations to Grandpa Yu for your wish. Hong Zhengdao has been defeated."

Yuan Qiu smiled slightly.