Chapter 113: Technology shock 4

"Eight Grade Martial Arts?"

His disciples such as Su Sumo and Tian Qi changed slightly.

The fourth and eighth grades are too far apart. Can he win the second brother?

Lu Yanliu frowned slightly and whispered, "He is in charge. The opponent is too strong. Let me fight."

The incomparable strength of Su Shangfei made her not think that the second division brother could win.

Xun Jun often laughed, took the seat out of the space ring, and sat down with his finger on the armrest, saying, "As a master sister, you must have enough confidence in your master whenever and wherever you are."

Lu Lu was silent, and stood behind with his classmates.

"Although Li Qingyang's qualifications are good, Mo Shangfei of Shengquan Sect is also a good spiritual root, and he has no chance at all."

"Is this disciple the only one who can handle it?"

The Qin League leader and the heads of the factions sneered.

Such a good opportunity, without taunting some iron-bone factions, how can I endure the bad breath in Xingyuelou.

of course.

They don't think Li Qingyang is worse.

But with the same qualifications and the same excellence, Mo Shangfei is much better than the other regardless of resources and mentors.

"The first day of Qingyang City, if you join the Cangshan faction, you must be an inner disciple, and your achievements will definitely be better than now."

哎 "Hey, that good qualification is wasted."

The leaders of various factions regretted it.

How about the truth?

Xun only mocked the iron skeletons in exchange for Faer.

Xie Guangkun secretly said: "Li Qingyang was just ten paragraphs in the vein more than two months ago. Now that he has entered the fourth rank of martial arts, the growth rate is already good. You are really a blind eye."

This is not to be blind, but to be black and black.

Xun Jun often smiled and ignored other people's ridicule, deliberately or inadvertently looked at the distance, and faintly saw the flash of light, and secretly said: "Sin has come."

Yes.

Xiao Xiao's sin is already there.

He is lying on a high **** 800 meters away, his body is wrapped in grass, one eye is attached to the lens, and the muzzle of the 88-type sniper gun has been pointed at Mo Shangfei.

When Xun was practicing in the wild, Xiao Xin had heard the news of the war contract and rushed ahead.

He has been lying in the grass for a day and night. Even the three powerful Wu Zong strongmen never thought that a ghost sniper would lurk in the dark.

I'm in charge.

The shotgun is ready.

谁 Who do you mean?

Li Yexing lay on a stone in the distance and secretly said, "If it wasn't for the Emperor's use of the Taixuan Zhenjing, concealing your breath, would you really think that God is lying on the grass?"

Uh ...

"Holy Spring Sect, Mo Shangfei."

Mo Shangfei faintly reported to the name, with a disdain for tone and eyes.

He heard of Li Qingyang, but he didn't take it seriously. After all, if he didn't join the mainstream school, he would surely be slowly assimilated into garbage.

报 Give each other names, and the battle should have begun.

However, the three elders said, "Jun is in charge, and he has no eyes or fists. If my disciples hurt your disciples, please take more care."

This is telling myself, will the guy be very fierce when he gets ready?

Xun Jun often shook his head with a smile and arched his hand and said, "If my disciples hurt your disciples, they will still have more to do."

Qi Qin Haoran and others rolled their eyes.

It is definitely a joke that a fourth grade can hurt eight grades.

The elders of Sanshen were too lazy to quarrel with Jun Chang, but said lightly, "It's time to start."

"Brush ————" As soon as the voice fell, Mo Shangfei stepped up, gathered the right fist of spiritual power, and blasted over with a powerful force.

Very quickly, very suddenly!

"嘭!" Li Qingyang had no time to avoid, hurriedly crossed his hands, and slammed each other's punch.

"噔 噔 噔!"

I stepped back more than ten steps, barely holding my body.

Judging from the level of aura rippling in the air, the guy banged in at least 20,000 pounds!

"Hoo!"

青 Li Qingyang shook his slightly numb arm.

"咦?" Mo Shangfei retracted his fist, wondering: "Can resist my blast of fist, without changing his face, your physical defense is OK."

"But."

He smiled and said, "How many times can I resist?"

"brush!"

冲 Rushing on your body!

Before the tartars arrived, the left and right punches were frequently waved. Under the blessing of spiritual power, they turned into a shadow of a punch.

Wu Fanpin's intermediate-level blast fist is famous for its quickness and fierceness, and Mo Shangfei even realized it to the extreme. This show was astounded by Qin Mengzhu and others.

Qi Su Xiaomo and Tian Tian changed his face.

With such fast boxing speed and strength, if you change yourself, you can't escape at all, you will definitely be embarrassed by the bang!

青 Li Qingyang's brows frowned slightly, his arms crossed again, but after hearing a few ‘嘭 嘭 嘭’ sounds, all of the powerful punches were next, and his body stepped back step by step.

"Tread!"

Until he retreated to the edge of the Yanwu field and stepped on a slab with one foot, he stabilized his body.

Mo Shangfei, who was too unreasonable, followed quickly, rising from the air, blessing his right fist, and flashing light.

This blow is very strong!

The Qin League leader and the heads of the factions immediately judged that Li Qingyang could not evade left and right now, either retreating or hard-facing.

Retreating is tantamount to defeat.

After a few fights, one after another, you will be injured!

At this time, they hope Li Qingyang retreats, because it is equal to defeat, and he has lost without a move since the beginning. It can definitely be used as a mockery.

Xun Jun often laughs at the regular knocking of his fingers, not because he is panicked, but because he is really stable!

"Tread!"

At this moment, Li Qingyang stepped on the ground with one foot suddenly, his right fist closed at the abdomen, and the spiritual force poured from the meridian into the arm frantically, and the eye-catching gloss gathered in the fist.

"Burst!"

With a cold drink, the right fist burst suddenly, while the light flashed, a whirlwind was formed around the foot of the meter.

"嘭 嘭 嘭!"

The sound of burst came and resounded in the performance martial arts, as if a string of firecrackers were ignited, and everyone was surprised.

"Boom!"

In the blink of an eye, Li Qingyang carried the fist of the bursting force directly on Mo Shangfei's fist and flew it out.

"噔 噔 噔!"

The disciples of the holy spring ancestor Neimen fell to the ground ~ www.novelhall.com ~ backed more than 20 meters, and then it was difficult to settle down. With his right fist, he felt a strong pain and his eyes were shocked.

凝聚 The blast of wind that he has gathered has reached 22,000 kilograms, and he is fighting against him, but he has completely fallen!

I was already thinking about how to laugh at the Qin Mengzhu and others who were ridiculing the iron bone line, and they were stunned when they saw Mo Shangfei being beaten back.

那种 It was incredible that the situation just now can turn things around!

Burst fist?

武 What martial arts is this, how have you never heard of it!

Take the fourth-grade martial arts practice as a way to repel the eight-grade martial arts soldiers who performed the blast of fist, will it be the middle-grade level boxing?

I stood on a high **** and watched the night stars, secretly shocked: "This boxing is by no means easy!"

"Brush!" Suddenly, Li Qingyang rushed forward, at the same time, the right fist turned into a palm knife, infused spiritual power into the palm of his hand, and fluttered in the void like a knife.

"咻! 咻! 咻!"

Suddenly, three meniscus-like streamers, dragging arc light, blasted from three directions, wherever they passed, there was a faint light shadow.

this is……

Yes, I cut! !!

Xie Guangkun exclaimed: "Spiritual martial arts!"

Qin Haoran and the heads of the factions narrowed their eyes, and finally looked shocked!

Even the three elders of the Holy Springs Sect who sat firmly in the Diaoyutai, saw Li Qingyang cut his hands and cut out three crescent moonlights, almost couldn't help but stand up!

Spirit-based martial arts.

They also have the Holy Spring Sect, but the lowest level is also a high-grade middle class. Only a martial arts master can control it. The weak cyclone of Dantian, a monk, is hard to show!

Xi Jun often laughed and learned the appearance of the five elders, put one leg on the other, and smiled lightly: "Don't you be so surprised?"