The name is somewhat familiar. After a turn of mind, I found that there was such a memory in the memory bank of the original owner, this Lost Trace Fist was a fist created by a martial arts master surnamed Huo during the period of the Chinese National Kingdom, and its power should not be underestimated.

"The old man's Lost Trace Fist is a master of the Jingwu Sect, although the cultivation of immortals is prevalent now, but we must not forget the essence left by our ancestors, after all, the body is the capital of the revolution, without a strong physique, what is the use of cultivating as high as it is? Ji Zhengyang sighed and said.

On the surface, these words were said to Ye Qianxun, but in fact, they were said to someone in the venue.

Hearing this, everyone in the Ji family lowered their heads silently, and many of the other onlookers deeply agreed with Ji Zhengyang's words, and some even began to turn against him, praising Ji Zhengyang, and at the same time expressing doubts about Ye Qianxun's refusal to face the enemy head-on.

For a while, all he heard in Ji Zhengyang's ears was the sound of praise, but at this moment, a sneer came into his ears, and he couldn't help but raise his head and saw Ye Qianxun standing on the bow of the boat, with a look of disdain.

"Does Ye Daoyou have any other opinions?" Ji Zhengyang asked with an eyebrow.

"There are many talents in the Chinese country, and Jingwumen is the memory of a generation, how dare Qianxun have any opinions. It's just that some people dare to claim to be a master of the fine martial arts after learning a little bit of skin, and they can fight with one hand to lose their fists, which is also too ridiculous. Ye Qianxun said with a chuckle.

"You...... Dare to say that my Lost Trace Fist is not authentic, the old man wants to ask which sect and sect your escape methods come from?" Ji Zhengyang shouted angrily.

As soon as these words came out, some people below laughed. These words obviously really mocked Ye Qianxun for being as timid as a mouse and would only run away.

When Ji Zhengyang heard the laughter, his face changed a little, but when he heard Ye Qianxun's words, he instantly exploded again.

"Patriarch Ji, what I used is not a big sect of exercises, just the three-legged cat kung fu on the ancient rivers and lakes, Patriarch Ji has deep experience, I must have heard of the great name of Yunxiaobu, right?" Ye Qianxun said casually.

Cloud walk, as the name suggests, walks freely, like soaring clouds and fog, is a more common "flash mob" means in ancient rivers and lakes. However, although this exercise is extremely common, it is not so easy to practice well. A cloud step that has been cultivated to the extreme is no different from instant invisibility.

What Ye Qianxun used just now was a cloud step that was close to the extreme, and at first glance it seemed to disappear in place, but in fact, it was constantly spinning around, but because of the extremely fast speed, people couldn't see their figures.

With the kung fu of the three-legged cat, he escaped the famous martial arts, which was naturally Ye Qianxun deliberately laughing at himself. Ji Zhengyang's face suddenly became a little unbearable, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, he couldn't help the internal force of his whole body, he screamed, and rushed towards Ye Qianxun.

This time, Ye Qianxun stood in place, his body did not move, and his expression was calm.

When Ji Zhengyang's fist came to her, she raised her hand slightly.

"Bang!" Ji Zhengyang's fist touched the real thing for the first time, and he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, thinking that this time he was finally going to knock down Ye Qianxun, a junior who didn't know what to do, but at this time, a sentence suddenly came from his ear, "Patriarch Ji, the game is over, Qianxun is no longer with you." ”

Before the words fell, Ji Zhengyang felt a numbness in his right fist, and the blow that had accumulated deep internal force was so simply picked up by Ye Qianxun, and then he heard a crisp bone cracking sound of "click", and his entire right arm lost consciousness.

Ye Qianxun was like lifting a chicken, grabbing Ji Zhengyang's right arm and flicking it gently, and Ji Zhengyang was thrown from the bow to the stern.

From Ji Zhengyang's punch to being thrown away, the whole process is a long story, but it only takes a few seconds.

Before Ji Zhengyang could react, his body landed heavily on the deck at the tail of the giant ship.

Ye Qianxun followed closely behind, floating in front of Ji Zhengyang, and said indifferently: "How about it, do you want to compare?"

The audience was silent, and many people gasped violently when they saw this. Those who were still taking the opportunity to curry favor with the Ji family by ridiculing Ye Qianxun just now were so frightened that their legs were weak and they couldn't stand steadily, they knew that Ye Qianxun had a huge sense of consciousness, and she must have heard what she said just now, and it is estimated that there will be no good fruit to eat in the future.

Ji Meiyu and everyone in the Ji family were dumbfounded, if Ye Qianxun's victory over Ji Feihong in the late stage of the God of War just now shocked them, then now seeing her knocking Ji Zhengyang to the ground, I always feel that I am dreaming, and the picture in front of me is so unreal.

"You...... The junior deceives people too much!" Ji Zhengyang stood up from the ground, his eyebrows upside down, and he looked angry, when had he ever been humiliated in public like this!

After that, he swung his fist away again, but this time before he touched Ye Qianxun, the arm that swung his fist automatically hung down in midair.

The broken arm could not heal for a while without borrowing spiritual power, Ji Zhengyang grinned in pain as soon as he exerted his strength, he quickly put away his fist, hugged the injured arm, and didn't care about fouling, so he slapped the storage bag, and a bottle of pill flew out of it, he quickly took one out and took it, and then meditated on the deck to breathe.

The temporary prohibition planted by Ye Qianxun in his body was immediately touched, Ji Zhengyang frowned slightly, and a somewhat familiar voice came from his ears: "The third challenge, the winner Ye Qianxun!" He just didn't hear it, and continued to meditate.

It can be seen that this old guy is extremely good-looking, and he was defeated in front of everyone, and he probably hates himself in his heart. When she met Ji Zhengyang for the first time, she was not an enemy, so she sighed lightly and said: "Thank you Patriarch Ji for your advice, your set of Lost Trace Fist is indeed good, he will definitely come to the door to ask for advice one day, I hope the patriarch can give advice." ”

After a while, Ji Zhengyang suddenly snorted coldly and asked, "Ye Daoyou's physical body seems to be extremely strong, it is very different from what I have learned, have you ever practiced a powerful body refining technique?"

"When I first set foot on the path of cultivating immortals, I was found to have a huge gap between my physical body and my spiritual power, if I don't strengthen my body, my physical body will be dragged down by my spirit after cultivation, so I have been refining my physical body, referring to the ancient martial arts of our country, these exercises are relatively common, nothing special, I just spent a little more time studying than others. Ye Qianxun said vaguely.

Ji Zhengyang didn't ask, it was normal for a monk to conceal his exercises, but after a few small talks with Ye Qianxun, his depressed mood eased a little, and his hatred for Ye Qianxun also dissipated a little.

"The body has changed from weak to strong, but it reminds me of the founding patriarch of Jingwumen, who was also judged to be weak in body since he was a child, and he will not have much achievement in martial arts, but he did not admit defeat, practiced martial arts diligently, and later founded such a classic boxing method as Lost Trace Boxing. Ji Zhengyang said with some emotion, but then the conversation changed, "In addition to the Lost Trace Boxing, our Ji family also treasures several sets of classic boxing techniques, all of which have been lost for a long time and have basically disappeared in this era. If Ye Daoyou joins our Ji family, the old man should pass on all what he has learned all his life. ”

Later, Ji Zhengyang said that he also began to pull her into the clan.