The seller of the heavens

Jiang Chen could only feel a scalding and vicious force coming from Gao Batian's palm, full of penetrating and extremely tricky.

The power of the palm infiltrated from Jiang Chen's skin, which was hard to hurt by swords, and was cut off by half of its power, and then part of it was reduced by the internal force in his body. Finally, a small part of the power still penetrated into his muscles and bones, making him There is a kind of soreness and itching in the arm.

However, the problem is not big.

Jiang Chen has two levels of internal and external training, and his body's defense ability is still higher than that of Yan Zhendong. After receiving Gao Batian's palm, he feels that he can completely bear it.

Moreover, under Gao Batian's vicious and vicious palm attack, his horizontal kung fu was stimulated, and there were faint signs of improvement.

Jiang Chen was overjoyed, and said with a bright smile:

"Okay, the Five Elements Cinnabar Palm is really powerful, but if you want to break my horizontal training, Master Gao needs to add a little more strength, only the current strength is not enough."

From Gao Batian's point of view, Jiang Chen forcibly received his five-element cinnabar palm, and it is absolutely impossible for him to be unscathed. Saying so now is nothing but bluffing.

He sneered:

"You stubborn junior, then I will do as you wish."

Before he finished his words, he unreservedly mobilized his whole body to pour energy and blood into his palms, which became more and more bright red, as if they were about to drip blood.

"gold!"

Following Gao Batian's low shout, his palms slashed out like long knives, slashing fiercely on Jiang Chen's chest.

Jiang Chen stood on the spot, neither dodging nor dodging, and forcibly received two palm saber strikes.

Wood!

water!

fire!

earth!

Gao Batian's figure continued to walk around Jiang Chen, his hands displayed the ever-changing five-element cinnabar palms, fierce, feminine, sharp, ferocious, and heavy palm forces, pouring down on Jiang Chen's hands and feet like a torrential rain , chest, abdomen, and back.

Peng, Peng, Peng!

The dull collision sounded continuously.

Under such a berserk attack, Jiang Chen only felt numbness and tingling all over his body, as if he was receiving bone-setting massage from an experienced old Chinese doctor. Apart from the soreness, he also felt a faint sense of refreshment.

Although the Five Elements Cinnabar Palm is powerful, it also consumes a lot of energy and places a heavy burden on the body.

After hitting more than 30 palms in a row, Gao Batian's breath began to be unstable, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his palms were swollen and sore, and his finger bones seemed to be split.

Seeing that Jiang Chen was still standing there like a normal person and allowing himself to attack, Gao Batian couldn't help feeling a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Only now did he understand Mo Kaisheng's powerlessness and despair when facing Jiang Chen.

He has practiced Five Elements Cinnabar Palm for more than 30 years, but he still can't hurt a junior like Jiang Chen. The cruel reality is simply negating his 30 years of hard work and his achievements in most of his life.

This is undoubtedly a great mental shock to Gao Batian, he doesn't want to believe it.

"impossible."

"impossible!"

Gao Batian hissed and roared, the veins in the corners of his eyes bulged, his eyes were red, and he slammed Jiang Chen's chest with a palm.

Peng!

Jiang Chen calmly resisted the palm, looked at Gao Batian's suspicious appearance, and said flatly:

"Nothing is impossible."

"I don't believe it, no one in this world can take my Five Elements Cinnabar Palm without getting hurt."

Gao Batian's face was ferocious, and he looked like he was crazy. At this moment, he was already on the tip of his horns and couldn't get out.

Regardless of the fatigue and soreness coming from the heavy load on his body, he continued to urge the Five Elements Cinnabar Palm, and blasted Jiang Chen palm after palm with all his strength.

Peng! Peng! Peng!

But no matter how Gao Batian attacked, Jiang Chen's figure remained unmoved, like a giant mountain, unshakable.

After hitting one hundred and eight palms in a row, Gao Batian's eyes became more and more desperate, and his physical strength was completely drained and he was on the verge of exhaustion.

"puff!"

As the last palm hit Jiang Chen's shoulder, Gao Batian couldn't hold it anymore, he spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes went dark, and he fainted on the ground, his face was pale, and his breath was extremely weak, like a blow in the wind. Candle.

Obviously, the violent offensive just now was the result of Gao Batian's outbreak at any cost.

"Tsk tsk."

Jiang Chen looked at Gao Batian's miserable appearance, and felt that the other party was a little pitiful.

But he can't be blamed for this matter, after all, he didn't fight back from the beginning to the end, he just stood there and was beaten.

"At such an age, but still so strong, it's really..."

Jiang Chen said, shaking his head helplessly.

Mo Kaisheng and the others were speechless: They are not strong, they are obviously angry with you.

The most important thing to open a martial arts gym is strength and reputation. Gao Batian was defeated by Jiang Chen today, the reputation he had accumulated over the past thirty years was ruined, and it would be difficult to do business in the martial arts hall in the future.

Immediately, Mo Kaisheng thought of himself again, his eyes darkened.

Jiang Chen said to Mo Kaisheng and the others:

"Hurry up and take him to the hospital, don't die here."

Today is the opening ceremony of the Xinghuo Martial Art Museum, if someone dies and spreads it, it won't sound good.

Jiang Chen didn't intend to take action against Gao Batian. In his opinion, Gao Batian himself was not young, and after going through this battle, his foundation was damaged. Even if the injury was cured, his strength would drop by a level. It's no longer a threat.

Mo Kaisheng quickly signaled Gao Batian's disciples to carry Gao Batian away.

Jiang Chen looked at the remaining masters of the martial arts gym, and continued to ask:

"Is there any other owner who wants to challenge?"

After forcibly resisting Gao Batian's more than a hundred palms, Jiang Chen felt that although his body was slightly uncomfortable, and he might have been slightly injured, the impact was not major.

He looked at the several museum owners, as if he was looking at technicians delivered to his door for free. Although these people are not as strong as Gao Batian, they can help him exercise his muscles if he thinks about it.

"No, no, no."

"I can't wait for that idea."

Jiang Chen looked at several museum owners with tremors, shaking their heads repeatedly and refusing. Both Yue Tingtao and Gao Batian were defeated, and they were no match for Jiang Chen.

With the strength of their fists and feet, I'm afraid they can only give Jiang Chen a massage after playing.

Naturally, the museum owners would not try to make a fool of themselves.

Mo Kaisheng smiled wryly, and was about to admit defeat when he saw a familiar figure walking over.

Huang Feihong wore a long gown, his steps were as light as a crane, and his posture was elegant and extraordinary. When he came to Jiang Chen, he cupped his hands and said:

"Congratulations to Brother Jiang for the opening of the martial arts school. Mr. Huang is late. He should have arrived earlier, but unfortunately a patient just came and delayed him for some time."

Jiang Chen said politely: "It's okay, as long as Brother Huang can come."

Huang Feihong looked at Mo Kaisheng and the others again, and greeted them somewhat unexpectedly:

"Are the masters also here to attend the opening ceremony of the Xinghuo Martial Art Museum?"

Mo Kaisheng was a little embarrassed when he heard the words, and laughed twice, not knowing how to answer.

"These museum owners are here to set the rules. Isn't there such a rule in Foshan's martial arts..."

Jiang Chen directly stated the intentions of several people.

Huang Feihong was a little stunned when he heard this, and didn't know what to say. He felt that the owners of the gymnasium were doing something wrong. Even if you wanted to establish rules, you should find another time. You shouldn't come when Jiang Chen Martial Arts opened.

With so many people watching at the scene, whoever loses in the competition will lose face.

Mo Kaisheng looked at Huang Feihong, suddenly his heart moved, and he said:

"Master Huang is also a member of my Foshan martial arts community, and his strength is high. You should also contribute to today's challenge."

Several other museum owners also agreed deeply when they heard the words, and nodded again and again:

"That's right, no one knows the prestige of Master Huang's Shadowless Legs. You must be fine to play."

"This matter still needs to be done by Master Huang."

"That's right, Master Huang, this matter concerns the face of my fellow martial artists in Foshan, you can't refuse."

When a few people said something to me, Huang Feihong was framed up.

Although Huang Feihong was young, his prestige in Foshan was extremely high, far above them. Several people had long been dissatisfied with this, after all, colleagues were enemies.

Foshan people talk about martial arts masters, they will always be Huang Feihong's foil.

Let Huang Feihong deal with Jiang Chen, in the eyes of everyone, it is to drive away wolves.

As long as Jiang Chen and Huang Feihong fight, no matter who wins or loses, they are happy to see it succeed.