Chapter 942

The world's first martial arts conference is a grand event held every three years.

When sun Wuchen returns again this time, he must want to compete for the championship. Although he failed last time, he may not fail this time.

When he saw sun Wuchen, even the tortoise fairy was dumb, because sun Wuchen didn't have any energy.

It is extremely calm, like a statue, with a long breath.

There seems to be no fluctuation between breathing and breathing. If sun Wuchen can be said to be in a state of nothingness, he can do it.

In order to get some time to practice in time and space, he entered the house of spirit and time.

He practiced there for an hour, which is actually equal to half a month in his ordinary life. It also made him adapt to his strength as soon as possible. The rest of his combat effectiveness was achieved after fighting in the starry sky.

Back here, he was calm and free, and signed up with the party.

As for the disciples of he xianliu, they have never appeared from beginning to end.

However, when he left, the crane fairy still looked at these people fiercely, as if he hated them. He probably knew something.

In this martial arts convention, the number of participants reached an amazing 184.

However, most of them were battles between ordinary people, but sun Wuchen got No. 1.

In other words, he was the first to fight. When he came to the battlefield easily, he saw Guixian and others looking at himself with an expectant eye. He probably also wanted to see his skills.

Sun Wuchen smiled calmly. There were not many opponents at the moment, which could surprise him. Unexpectedly, the person opposite was a man like a martial monk.

"That's the chaiba king!"

Finally, someone shouted in surprise. Sun Wuchen also recognized this guy, but in the plot, there was a guy who could defend the whole. Although he moved fast like eight hands, he was actually attacking with both hands.

Maybe he is also a strong man. He once won the first martial arts conference in the world. He is a champion. However, every martial arts conference has a large number of capable people. He belongs to the past era.

In fact, just like the demon man in the crystal mother-in-law's palace, he is only the strong man of the times at most.

When King chaiba saw sun Wuchen, he was a little surprised. He didn't expect such a child to attend such a conference.

"Kid, with your age and skills, do you still want to participate in such a martial arts conference? It's really ridiculous. To tell you the truth, I, the king of chaiba, came to the conference to win the championship. "

Sun Wuchen stretched out and looked at each other with great contempt.

"Use your most powerful skills. In fact, your attack power is not even half of mine."

The child spoke wildly. Of course, the chaiba king was very angry. He rushed there immediately. He looked like an Indian monk and learned a strange boxing.

He waved his hand, his thick fist and his arm. When he hit it, it was like a car driving bravely. He was full of power, but sun Wuchen blocked it with one finger.

"A finger!? What did the child do? "

"That child looks like the runner up of the last Martial Arts Conference - Sun Wukong!"

"How is that possible?"

Everyone was very surprised. Sun Wuchen blocked the other party's attack with one finger, which certainly made chaiba King feel incredible.

Sun Wuchen slapped him next, as if the wind was howling. This slap was full of power, and the king of chaiba immediately blocked it with his hand.

With a bang, the whole man was beaten and flew over. Fortunately, when he reached the edge of the challenge arena, he directly hit the ground with his hand and forcibly smashed through a big hole.

With the big hole, his body didn't fly out directly, but fell to the ground again, but he also felt unbearable pain. His arms were almost broken. After a short rest and breathing.

He stared cautiously at the child in front of him.

"I said that a guy like you always likes to talk wildly. If you really have some skills, you will fight me, but it seems that your skills are very poor."

This sentence alone is enough. It is a fundamental insult to the chaiba king.

"Kid, in that case, I'll show you the secret of eight handed boxing."

The chaiba King rushed over again. It was fleeting. His hand was as fast as lightning. It really seemed to have eight arms.

This time, sun Wuchen seemed unable to fight back and retreated. Although he defended the other party's attack, he seemed quite embarrassed. When he pushed to the edge of the challenge arena, he jumped gently and landed on the other side. Sun Wuchen didn't mean to breathe, but the other party seemed to be out of breath and consumed a lot of power.

"Hoo Hoo... Kid, how's my eight handed fist? You can't parry."

The audience was also quite surprised. The combat effectiveness of the king of chaiba was at least stronger than that of the monkey king at the last conference.

"It's really an extraordinary enemy. No wonder he once won the champion of the world's No. 1 martial arts conference. He even made the other party yield without making a hand in person. It's really strong."

"He turned out to be such a strong man, but I think Wuchen will win easily."