Chapter 229 Water Palace (Middle) The golden sandy beach, the waves kept coming, and then quickly receded, and a rhythmic sound of waves sounded.

Wu Heng was dressed in purple and fluttering, standing on the seashore, with his hands behind his back, looking at the boundless deep blue sea with deep eyes. Not far away on the sea level rolled up a huge whirlpool, undulating, very dangerous, the whirlpool is like a black abyss, can not see through the depth, the entrance of the cave has a majestic aura gushing out, it must be a sign of the appearance of a strange treasure.

Nearly two hundred monks stood on the beach of Crescent Island, and no one dared to approach the aura vortex, and they all stood in place and quietly observed.

Hundreds of Qingyang League monks at the scene looked at Wu Heng with strong killing intent in their eyes, this young man who was only seventeen or eighteen years old was still standing there so indifferently, his eyes completely ignoring their existence, which was tantamount to provoking the authority of the Qingyang League.

The young monk who had been slapped by Wu Heng in the face, his face was full of haze, and his beaten lips were still bleeding, he was very embarrassed, he looked at a middle-aged man from the Qingyang League beside him, and said aggrievedly, "Master, you, you must avenge the apprentice, take that bastard ...... Kill...... up"

"Smack!"

However, before the young monk could finish speaking, a crisp slap sounded on the left side of his face, and a crimson five-finger slap print was printed, and the last word "has" was almost trembling.

"Noise" At that time, Wu Heng's eyes were cold, and he stepped into the formation again, and slapped the person with the back of his right hand, his figure was like a cloud of smoke, difficult to catch with the naked eye, and after slapping the young monk who was disrespectful, he retreated back to his original position again, and the whole process was between lightning and flint, and even several psychic realm monks of the Qingyang Alliance had no time to stop Wu Heng's offensive.

"This young man's methods are very ......," commented an older monk from the Qingyang League.

Wu Heng's methods directly shocked many people present, and there was silence on the beach, and only the sound of the waves could be heard.

At this time, the left half of the young man's face was slapped by Wu Heng again, and the right half of his face was also slapped in the face, and a crimson five-finger slap print appeared on both sides, he was extremely aggrieved, in front of hundreds of Qingyang League monks, he was actually slapped twice by a monk younger than himself, and he didn't have the slightest power to fight back!

"Young man, don't go too far. A middle-aged man walked out at this time, and the essence aura emanating from his body was very strong, and many monks around felt the oppressive force, and involuntarily took a few steps back.

"There is a strong person in the psychic realm of the Qingyang League, it seems that this kid is going to be unlucky. ”

"That monk has already reached the three realms of the Xuan Rank at a young age, and he is definitely very talented, but he is too high-profile to do things, and he is so stupid that he has a hard time with the people of the Qingyang Alliance, and it is estimated that he has already died before he can board the platform of the young leader in Central Continent. Some casual cultivators around were chatting in a few words, watching the excitement from the side.

Wu Heng said indifferently: "It's your people who have unclean mouths and have been slapped a few times, who is to blame?"

"Toast and don't eat and drink, look for death!" The middle-aged man finally became furious, and an incomparably majestic essence power emerged from his body, this person was the master of the monk who was slapped by Wu Heng with a big mouth, and the apprentice was beaten, how could he not stand up?

"Boom!"

The man slapped out with a palm, bringing a gust of wind and hitting Wuheng directly.

This person's name is Lietian, a monk of the Psychic Realm of the Qingyang League, his robe is embroidered with three suns, and his identity is the elite martial cultivator of the Qingyang League.

Wu Heng did not evade, he met it cleanly with a fist, fighting with each other, he was comparable to a dragon powerhouse, and even three points stronger, how could he be afraid of the scorching sky?

Suddenly, two powerful auras collided together, and the entire ground trembled.

"What a terrifying essence fluctuation, that young man's essence aura is actually not inferior to that of the psychic realm monk of the Qingyang Alliance!"

"Stuck erases. ”

The crisp sound of the hand bones shattering came out, and after the two collided for the first time, they both quickly retreated ten steps, and Wu Heng quickly stood still, looking at the scorching sky with an indifferent expression.

"Damn, this kid is a brute from there, and he has so much strength. Lie Tian's face was full of shock, he was sweating profusely, his hand bones were shattered by the bombardment of this fist, and his arm was still numb and shaking at the moment. At the moment when his palm collided with Wu Heng's fist, it seemed that he was on the right side of a welcoming mountain, extremely heavy, unable to match it at all, and his physical strength was not at the same level as that of such a young man!

Xuehua stood quietly in place, without moving, she knew very well Wu Heng's strength, after Nirvana was reborn, her physical strength had surpassed herself, and she could completely fight with the monks of the Psychic Realm.

The surrounding air seemed to be frozen, and many people present looked surprised, and the scorching sky of the Qingyang League seemed to have been shattered by the young man's fist! The young man whose mouth was smashed by Wu Heng also stood in place and didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that after saying the wrong word, he would be slapped by Wu Heng again, and he completely lost his high-spirited demeanor.

"You can actually challenge a psychic cultivator by leapfrogging and have an advantage, this kind of combat power is too terrifying, it is definitely a key cultivation disciple of the Supreme Holy Sect!" Several young people from the Ouyang family were discussing beside them.

"This person's methods are very mysterious, I don't know what kind of formation he is stepping on, he can step dozens of zhang away in one step, and he can learn such a mysterious formation, even the dragon monk is difficult to catch him. A young man in his twenties from the Ouyang family was full of energy, but he was also full of doubts, and he also knew a little about the descendants of the eight great families in Central Continent, but he had never seen the young man in front of him, and he couldn't even guess the name of this person.

This young man in his twenties is called, Ouyang Xi, a descendant of the Ouyang family, one of the eight major forces in Central Continent, his strength is very terrifying, and no one present can see his cultivation realm except for Xuehua.

"This person is young, and he is actually a monk in the psychic realm, which is not simple. Xuehua also noticed Ouyang Xi who was standing not far away, although she was in the psychic realm, her insight was very amazing, and she could see Ouyang Xi's strength at a glance, but he had a strange treasure to defend himself, and even Xuehua was not very clear, Ouyang Xi was in the psychic realm or the psychic realm. If this person's strength is in the second realm of psychics, it will be terrifying, even if he says that he is the personal disciple of the head of the Ouyang family in Zhongzhou, some people believe it!

Ouyang Xi stood with his hands in his hands, with a handsome face that fascinated thousands of girls, he saw a snowflake's gaze notice himself, and his expression was slightly stunned, when he saw Xuehua's face, he couldn't help but sigh at her world-famous face, as elegant as a hibiscus out of the water, not eating fireworks in the world, Ouyang Xi dared to conclude that even if the four beauties of Central Continent stood in front of her, this woman would not be inferior at all.

"Childe, pay attention to your demeanor. A monk of the Ouyang family saw that Ouyang Xi's eyes were a little hot, and hurriedly reminded in a whisper.

Ouyang Xi came back to his senses at this time, but his face did not show a gaffe, he nodded and smiled at Xuehua, and quickly shifted his gaze to Wu Heng's side. The woman was so beautiful that it was a little breathless, and he was afraid that he would really lose his temper and couldn't extricate himself.

Lie Tian stood motionless in front of a group of Qingyang League monks, not because he didn't want to continue to shoot, but because his right arm was violently shaking, as if his entire arm had been knocked out, and he couldn't move at all.

"Is this young man really so strong, and the Burning Heaven of the Spiritual Realm is not an opponent?" An old monk who was over seventy years old held his beard, his eyes radiating essence, secretly speculating about Wu Heng's identity.

Seeing that Lietian stood in place for a long time without making a move, the young monk who was slapped out of his mouth shouted aggrievedly: "Master, you must avenge me." ”

"Avenge your paralysis and shut up Lao Tzu!" Lie Tian was already angry, but when he saw his nest apprentice chattering on the side, he couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, and slapped it on the apprentice's face.

"Smack!"

Another slap on the face, the young monk squeezed out tears in pain, the originally handsome face, was directly slapped into a pig's head by three slaps, the master beat him, he dared to fight back, cursed a few words in his heart, and then stood aside resignedly, not daring to speak!

He swore in his heart that he would never talk nonsense in his life.

"Hahahaha, what a. Some of the scattered cultivators couldn't help laughing, but they felt the sharp gaze of several monks of the Qingyang League, and quickly closed their mouths, the Qingyang League is one of the eight major forces in Central Continent, although it is considered the weakest of the eight major forces, they dare not afford to be guilty at will.

Tens of thousands of family sects in Central Continent can become the top eight forces, and their background is not weak, and a big man in the Tongtian Realm can destroy a family at will!

Now that Lietian was shattered by Wu Heng's punch, his combat strength was reduced by at least three percent, and he definitely had no advantage in fighting, but hundreds of monks from the dignified Qingyang League were here, how could he stop here, someone stood up here and shouted: "Boy, hundreds of monks of my Qingyang League are here again, do you still want to turn the sky upside down?

"If you want to go up, go up together, don't babble like flies here. Wu Heng didn't even have a head, his voice was very cold, but it was full of momentum, echoing in the sky above the beach, extremely domineering. Because of Wu Heng's words, in the hearts of many young monks on the spot, his figure became magnificent. Many of the young monks of the Qingyang League were a little weak-minded, and they didn't expect this young man to be so strong, and in the face of hundreds of Qingyang League monks, he dared to make a mistake.

"That person doesn't want to challenge hundreds of Qingyang Alliance monks alone with one enemy against a hundred, right?"

"Although this person is very strong and has the strength to challenge beyond the ranks, but in the face of hundreds of Qingyang Alliance monks, he is completely looking for death!"

"I don't think he's pretending, as if he's full of confidence, if he really works hard with the Qingyang League, it will be exciting!"

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