Chapter Forty-Eight: Within Three Moves
Click!
A crisp sound of bone cracking came out, and Xu Peng's tall body flew out of the ring like a kite with a broken string.
"Whew, I said don't try so hard, look, it's far away. On the stage, Murong Feng sighed and stretched his waist.
The winner of this contest has been decided.
"It's so strong and soft!" Drunken Temple muttered in a low voice, and the punch that Xu Peng threw with all his strength was instantly dissolved by Murong Feng's Tai Chi technique, and then with the help of his strength, he blasted Xu Peng away with a staggered hand.
To overcome rigidity with softness, four or two dialing a thousand catties, is for Tai Chi!
"Bastard!
It didn't take long for Xu Peng, who fell out, to get up immediately, touching his painful right arm, his eyes were still unconvinced, and his fighting spirit seemed to increase instead of decreasing.
"Hey, it's most annoying for people like you to shout and fight all day long, how boring. Murong Feng spread out his hand and sighed lazily, and then his lazy gaze just stayed on the drunken temple below.
"Huh. ”
"Huh. Xu Manzi, I'm tired, so I won't fight with you anymore, but this is an opponent you have been thinking about for a long time. ”
Murong Feng's eyes playfully directed Xu Peng's gaze to the drunken temple, and the fire of battle intent in the latter's pupils suddenly burned.
"Drunk on this temple! You're back!"
Xu Peng's roar was like that of a revived beast, which made the drunken temple feel a little frightened, as if he was not going to fight with himself but to eat him.
"Senior Brother Xu Peng, I haven't seen you for a long time. Drunken Temple walked out of the crowd with a wry smile.
"Hmph, although the sect master gave you the fifth seat, I don't think his approach is correct. The two of us were only tied in that game, so let's split the winner today!" Xu Peng's eyes were hot, and the mysterious qi in his body was instantly released.
"Senior Brother Xu Peng, don't panic, you can adjust it first, it's not appropriate to fight again after the battle just now. Drunk this temple looked at Xu Peng's disordered breath and said lightly.
"No, I still have this bit of stamina. Hurry up, my fist can't wait. "Xu Pengfei came to power, even if his right arm was injured by Murong Feng, he was still full of fighting spirit.
"Ahem......."
"I said Xu Manzi, are you sure you don't need to rest?"
At this time, Murong Feng glanced at Xu Peng with a complicated look in his eyes, and his expression was calm and playful.
"Murong Feng, you don't meddle with things, solve him, you and I will fight again!" Xu Peng shouted angrily, his eyes still staring at the drunken temple under the stage.
"Hey, I said Xu Manzi, why are you always so fast with developed limbs and a simple mind? The warlock's perception was far from being comparable to that of ordinary cultivators, and not only that, Murong Feng also smelled a hint of a threat that he was faintly aware of.
Today's drunken temple is even stronger than the big competition of the sect, and it can make him feel threatened in the palace realm. Murong Feng's eyes narrowed into a special arc, and the thin young man in front of him was like a pool of secluded pools that were unfathomable.
"Hmm, he has also arrived at the palace realm?" Xu Peng also revealed his divine sense at this time to feel the breath of the drunken temple, and the breath of the palace realm was very obvious.
"Hehe, after breaking through to the palace realm by luck, Senior Brother Xu should still take a break and recuperate, and it's not too late. The corners of the mouth of the drunken temple lifted slightly, and as soon as these words came out, everyone watching the battle in the audience trembled.
How long has it been, and it has been a triple palace realm!?
From the moment he entered the sect, the cultivation speed of this temple was like a divine help. Many disciples have watched him rise step by step from the quenching realm, and now the drunken temple has become an idol figure for young disciples.
"You ......" Xu Peng's eyes were complicated, he didn't expect that it had only been a few months, and he had reached the same realm as himself, when he was only born with eight folds, he was able to burst out with incredible power and confront him in the palace realm, and now no one in the same realm can tell what kind of power he can burst out.
But the words have been spoken, wouldn't it be ridiculous and generous to rest now?
Thinking of this, Xu Peng still gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay, come on, fight quickly!"
Drunk this temple looked at Xu Peng, who couldn't wait, sighed, and immediately jumped into the ring.
Drunken Temple's eyes were calm, and an elixir in his hand suddenly appeared, and immediately shot at Xu Peng.
Syllable!
Xu Peng took the pill and looked puzzled, "What is this?"
"Bone Rejuvenation Pill, Senior Brother Xu has just been beaten by Senior Brother Murong's broken bones, compared to the broken arm bones, this pill can make you crack your bones and be reborn within ten breaths. Drunk this temple said slowly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he found a full five compound bone pills in Du Zhen's storage bag.
"Hmph, thanks. Xu Peng didn't hesitate, immediately swallowed the pill, and immediately sat cross-legged, drunk this temple gave him such a step to restore his combat strength, and he was also very satisfied.
But then, the drunken words almost didn't make him jump.
"Senior Brother Xu, I want to add another condition to our comparison. Within three moves, if I can't defeat Senior Brother Xu, how about giving up the quota of Wan Zongdou?"
Hiss –
As soon as these words came out, the audience was suddenly embarrassed. Even Lin Xin and Shi Yaoshan looked at the drunken temple on the stage like fools.
Who is Xu Peng? He is the top fifteen powerhouses on the martial arts list, the chief of the Heavy Sword Sect. Don't say that within three moves, there are only a handful of disciples in the sect who can beat him. Even if he is as strong as Murong Feng, he doesn't dare to say such a big thing, maybe only that cold and peerless girl in the entire sect can defeat Xu Peng within three moves.
"Damn, this is too crazy! Although it is true that the combat power of this temple is extraordinary, if you want to defeat Senior Brother Xu within three moves, I don't believe it!"
"Hey, the drunken junior brother is still too young, arrogant and arrogant, and has committed a taboo. ”
Everyone in the audience talked for a while, and many people sighed, thinking that drunk this temple should not put such a bold statement.
"This fool! Three moves!? Even my brother can't do it!" Lin Xin's pretty face was full of anger, and his jade feet stomped on the ground one after another, this arrogant guy was simply giving away his own Wanzong Dou quota!
"Drunk junior brother really shouldn't be like this, Xu Peng is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Shi Yaoshan also shook his head with a complicated expression on the side, so wouldn't the quota of Wan Zongdou be handed over.
At this time, only Murong Feng stood aside without a trace in the martial arts arena, with a pair of eyes shining with essence. As a warlock, he has spied on the fortune of this temple very early, in the shape of a dragon, and he is a person of great luck. He believed that the drunken temple would definitely not do something reckless that he was not sure of, and since he put down his words and said that he would defeat the enemy within three moves, he naturally had his reasons.
"Hahahahaha!" Xu Peng laughed loudly, and then said with a dark gaze, "Don't be ashamed to defeat me in three moves?" Since you intend to give me the Wanzong Dou quota, then I have no choice but to accept it!"
Boom!
Xu Peng stepped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and the Xuan Qi around his body surged, and at this time, his right arm, which had recovered as before, shook, and the giant sword 'Kunlun' was instantly held in his hand.
"Hehe, it seems that Senior Brother Xu has recovered. So ......"
"First move!"
When the voice of the drunken temple fell, everyone's expressions suddenly tensed.