Chapter 199: Practicing Kung Fu

Wu Ji's appearance is too deceptive, giving people the feeling of a weak scholar.

Coupled with the Pure Heart Technique, Jiuyang Divine Skill automatically converges the breath, so in the eyes of ordinary people, they simply think that he is just a fledgling kid.

Therefore, the two little beggars who were in a hurry to behave thought that Wu Ji was a soft persimmon.

In fact, it is not to blame them for being clumsy, you must know that in the original trajectory, when Zhang Wuji just came out of the mountain, he met the exterminator Tai and did not see that he was a master of peerless divine skills.

However, sometimes it doesn't matter if you don't have the ability, it doesn't matter if you don't have the understanding roots, it doesn't matter if you don't have a background, but you can't have no eyesight, especially for those who run the rivers and lakes, because once you look away, it means that you are not far from death.

These two little beggars are like this, although they are just clowns who jump off the beam for Wu Ji, and he will not deal with them under normal circumstances, but the premise is not to provoke him.

Seeing the two little beggars rushing over without knowing whether they were alive or dead, Wu Ji's expression was faint, his arm was slightly raised, and he shook his two fingers and pointed out.

Then, the expressions on the faces of the two little beggars froze, and they rushed forward a few steps before they fell to the ground with a thud, and there was a little red heart at the center of their eyebrows.

"I didn't expect to be blind." Seeing this scene, the man's face changed.

"I don't know what Your Excellency He Zhuwu has to do with Lian Zhuang."

But it was Wu Ji's Shaoyang Finger that looked somewhat similar to the Yiyang Finger that was also lost in essence, and was misunderstood.

"It's not a yang finger that is used underneath." Wu Ji smiled and shook his head.

"Hmph, whether it matters or not, let me ask you again, do you really want to meddle in the affairs of my beggar gang?" The man was not afraid of Zhu Wu Lianhuanzhuang, if it was the Dali Duan family that was famous in the south of the world, it was almost the same, he just subconsciously asked, turned around, and asked in a cold tone, obviously he had no patience.

Wu Ji didn't speak, stepped out, blocked between the man and Mrs. Shi, and directly expressed his position with actions.

"Since you want to die, I'll give you a ride."

As soon as the words fell, the man stepped out, and the muscles all over his body suddenly bulged, and the strong and hard muscles, under the dappled sunlight in the forest, glowed with bronze light, giving people a feeling of strength.

With this step, the whole ground moved, twisted his neck slightly, and the sound of bones colliding sounded with a clang, like a symphony of gold and iron, which could not be said to be good.

It's just that this seems to be a crackling sound, but it makes Wu Ji's face instantly solemn. Only by refining the bones like copper pouring iron, can this kind of sound of gold and iron resonance, the beggar gang man hanging seven cloth bags in front of him actually cultivated his external skills to this point, and his horizontal kung fu actually reached the second-rate realm.

Although in general, the cultivation of internal strength is the mainstream, and the external strength is generally not qualified, or the bottom level runs the dragon set of the rivers and lakes.

But this is not an absolute thing, such as Shaolin's Kongjian, although he was beaten to death by Xie Xun's seven injuries, but a King Kong is not bad, but it is famous and shocking.

What Wu Ji didn't expect was that a disciple who seemed to be only seven generations of disciples was so powerful, even if he was more than a rudder lord, he would not let it go.

But even so, Wu Ji didn't have the slightest sense of fear, although the man was powerful, but Wu Ji had seen more powerful people, and he had long been used to it.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With a few sounds, the man who stepped on the violent shaking land quickly rushed straight to Wu Ji, and the big fist of the sand bowl slammed into Wu Ji's head.

Laugh at!

Wu Ji's arm was slightly raised, and the three-foot fingers suddenly condensed, the wind was fast, and the fingers came first, directly hitting the man's fist.

Finger to fist, hard to hard!

Wu Ji made this choice, and suddenly the man's brows furrowed slightly, as if he was slightly disappointed with such an unchallenging task.

After all, although Wu Ji seems to be from a famous family, he is not very old in the end, and his martial arts are naturally not very powerful, and he has practiced martial arts by himself, and he has been practicing martial arts for decades, even if he is put on the entire rivers and lakes, he can be regarded as a little famous.

However, he knew that Wu Ji was not only not much weaker than him in cultivation, but he was proud of his martial arts, although Wu Ji was a little surprised, but that's it.

Although Wu Ji looks like a weak scholar, he doesn't necessarily have the strength of his body as good as a man who specializes in practicing martial arts, after all, he is cultivating Jiuyang Divine Skill, which can be achieved after Dacheng, and can achieve the peerless Divine Skill of King Kong's incorruptible body, although he is not Dacheng now, but compared to him, he will not go there.

Bang!

With a dull sound, the earthy yellow and fiery red fists slammed together, and the man suddenly felt a pure power rush down the fist to his arm, this power was so powerful and so scorching, that it couldn't be blocked for a while.

"Good boy, sure enough, there are two hits." The man said this, a killing intent converged in his heart, a cold light flashed in his eyes, his feet stepped on the ground fiercely, not retreating but advancing, his body was like a big stone thrown by a catapult, and he crashed into Wu Ji, his fist wrapped in infinite strength, and hit him head-on.

Taking a deep breath, Wu Ji's figure suddenly became illusory, and a few phantoms instantly dispersed, and suddenly launched a fierce attack around the man.

Originally, the man was suddenly startled when he faced an attack that seemed to rain hitting a plantain, but when the attack fell on his body, he suddenly let go, it turned out that Wu Ji's attack this time was more than a step worse than the first finger, and he could basically ignore it with his horizontal kung fu.

"Boy, haven't you eaten?" After a while, seeing that Wu Ji was still attacking like this, the man put his mind at ease and teased Wu Ji.

"Really?" Wu Ji smiled meaningfully.

The man suddenly felt a chill in his heart, but he didn't know where the danger was coming from.

At this moment, Wu Ji's speed of his shot instantly broke through the speed of sound, piercing the air with a stabbing sound and hitting the man's armpit.

Yes!

With a scream, the man was like a punctured balloon, and he fell to the ground in an instant.

Why is this the case, in addition to the time-consuming and laborious practice of martial arts, there is also a fatal shortcoming, that is, before Dacheng, there is a cover door, once it is broken, all of a sudden previous effort is abandoned, reduced to fish and meat, and slaughtered by others.

Just now, Wu Ji's finger was on the man's cover door, and his previous attack looked like child's play, and he was just taking the opportunity to find the cover door, in order to kill with this blow.

After all, they are still on the shore of Dongting Lake, and they are still within the sphere of influence of the beggar gang, so they can't be delayed, and it is inevitable that there will be complications after a long entanglement.