Hong Qigong laughed, put one hand back, and made a gesture of invitation to Ling Muyun with the other hand: "Okay, then Lao Yuhua will let one hand accompany you twice, doll, let's make a move!" ”

Seeing that Hong Qigong was going to face the battle with one hand, Ling Muyun didn't feel that there was anything wrong, let alone an insult to him, through these chats with Huang Rong, Ling Muyun already knew that the five peerless capitals in the world had already returned to the acquired and entered the innate realm. Although he is now an acquired master, and it seems that he is only one step away from the innate transformation realm, this step is an extremely difficult level in martial arts cultivation, and many people will not be able to cross it in their lifetime. And although the difference between acquired and innate is only one word, it is the difference between cloud and mud, and Hong Qigong can be regarded as worthy of him if he can meet his challenge.

"Qigong, please take it!"

Ling Muyun broke off with a snort, his body suddenly flew out like a blast of wind, and instantly pounced in front of Hong Qigong, and a big demon fist blasted out head-on at Hong Qigong, and the fist roared, faintly like thunder, and the momentum was amazing.

"Good!"

Hong Qigong cheered, didn't dodge or dodge, and reached out to meet Ling Muyun's heavy punch.

Ling Muyun was slightly shocked when he saw this scene, and said secretly: "Is this going to be a hard fight with me?" Anyway, I want to see how strong your innate realm master is! Thinking of this, Ling Muyun strengthened his fist and bombarded faster.

If it were a different situation, against the great masters of the Innate Realm, Ling Muyun would definitely not be so reckless and hard-working, and the strength of the Innate Realm would go to the innate realm with a hard encounter, this kind of stupid thing that was obviously an egg touching a stone, he would not do it.

It's just that since this time I said that I asked Hong Qigong to teach martial arts, I can give it a try, anyway, with Hong Qigong's character, I will never hurt him with a heavy hand, which also gives him the courage to act recklessly, so that he can really feel the innate strength without worrying about the opportunity to win or lose, wouldn't it be a pity if he missed it?

There was a soft sound, Ling Muyun's heavy fist and Hong Qigong's palm collided in one place, the expected rows of powerful palm power did not appear, Ling Muyun only felt as if he was hitting the cotton bale, he didn't exert any strength, and there was no way to release the surging fist power, which was extremely awkward. Then suddenly a pure internal force poured out, hitting the fist, Ling Muyun only felt a shock to his arm, and the originally strong and violent fist force was suddenly dispersed, and his body involuntarily retreated.

Ling Muyun was shocked in his heart, is this innate true qi? Pure and vigorous, both rigid and soft, it is really a level higher than the acquired true qi, and even the nine yin and nine yang true qi he cultivated does not seem to have much resistance in front of this innate true qi.

Ling Muyun didn't know that Hong Qigong was actually even more surprised than him, the reason why Hong Qigong chose to take a punch from him was to test Ling Muyun's skills, but the result of the test made Hong Qigong take a surprise, Ling Muyun's internal strength was simply amazing, and the palm that received his almost five successful strength was just two steps back, and there was no intention of being injured at all. Considering his age, it is even more terrifying, at such a young age, where did he cultivate such a deep and pure internal force? It's possible that I haven't been able to practice since I was in my mother's womb!

"Boy, you really surprised me with the old man, just shake it out if you have any ability, let the old man see how capable you are!" Hong Qigong laughed loudly and said to Ling Muyun, who was shocked back by his palm. And the title of Ling Muyun has also changed from a little doll to a brat, although it is still not a good name, it can also be seen that Ling Muyun's status in his heart has quietly changed.

"Okay, Qigong will take a look!" Ling Muyun was not polite, his body pounced in front of Hong Qigong again, and his fist shook and slammed into Hong Qigong's chest again.

Hong Qigong reached out with his palm, and grabbed Ling Muyun's wrist with a big grapple, but he wanted to break the move. Ling Muyun's arm shook slightly, turning into several fist shadows, eager to distinguish between true and false, and the fist was tigery. Unexpectedly, Hong Qigong's palm did not stop, and he suddenly probed forward, but he grabbed the forearm behind the fist shadow directly, after all, the fist is an arm, as long as he grabbed the arm, Ling Muyun's heavy fist was naturally like a poisonous snake that was choked by seven inches, and it was difficult to toss anymore.

Seeing that Hong Qigong's shot was as fast as lightning, the last to come first, and then to continue before his heavy punch was implemented, his arm would be held, Ling Muyun immediately withdrew his fist, and his body turned to Hong Qigong's side, and the thunder was faint, and another punch was thrown out towards his ribs.

"Huh?" A hint of surprise flashed in Hong Qigong's eyes, he didn't expect Ling Muyun's body technique to be so agile and fast. However, Hong Qigong was not an innate master who had experienced a hundred battles, he was extremely fast, and his body floated back a few feet on tiptoe, and he happened to fall behind Ling Muyun's side, and his big sleeve punched out towards Ling Muyun's shoulder.

Ling Muyun only felt that the heavy punch that the figure flashed out missed the target, and then the fist wind roared from the side and back, and it was a little too late to turn around and dodge, so he immediately cast a horizontal movement technique, and his body moved a few feet out of thin air to the side, so that Hong Qigong's inevitable punch fell into the air......

Ling Muyun and Hong Qigong fought together, Ling Muyun unfolded the one hundred and eight style of the Great Demon Fist Method, the punch was faint like wind and thunder, and the Nine Yin Body Method was fully exerted, surrounding Hong Qigong to move around like a ghost, suddenly in the east, suddenly in the west, with the big Demon Fist, the sound of the east hitting the west, the guide hit the north, the move was exquisite and powerful, as if the Fu Demon Lux landed in the mortal dust, the momentum was extremely amazing.

And Hong Qigong is worthy of being one of the five uniques in the world, in the face of Ling Muyun's fierce offensive, he always responds calmly, although he only uses one hand, but he does not see any embarrassment, his big sleeves are fluttering, his body is smart, and a set of boxing techniques full of chic and free meaning is waved out of his hands, although he is a beggar in tattered clothes, but it gives people a feeling of floating out of the dust, even if Ling Muyun's offensive is like a tide, he can never hurt him at all, but he can't do anything.

"Boy, what kind of punch are you? Yes, it's really good, it's a rare set of good punches! Hong Qigong praised while fighting.

Ling Muyun was not proud of Hong Qigong's praise at all, but the more he fought, the more depressed he became, he could feel that Hong Qigong actually did not use his real skills, not only pressed the internal force only at a level roughly equivalent to him, but also the martial arts he used were not his best at the eighteen palms of the dragon descending that were known as the first in the fierce world, but a kind of chic martial arts, when it came to the subtlety of martial arts, it was still inferior to his big demon fist, but in the hands of Hong Qigong, it was able to exert great power, so that he had superb boxing skills, But he has never been able to pose a threat to Hong Qigong at all.

At this point, Ling Muyun also really felt the gap between him and Hong Qigong, this gap is not only in terms of strength, but also in terms of understanding martial arts, the same kind of martial arts, in Ling Muyun's hands, may only be able to exert seven or eight points of the power of martial arts itself, but in the hands of Hong Qigong, it can exert twelve points of power, and because of this, Hong Qigong can calmly deal with Ling Muyun's fierce offensive with a fist technique that is obviously inferior to the Great Demon Fist without intentionally suppressing his strength.

Seeing that a set of big demon fists was about to be exhausted, and he still couldn't help Hong Qigong, Ling Muyun was extremely depressed in his heart, he knew that Hong Qigong's martial arts were far above him, and he didn't expect to win Hong Qigong, but at least let Hong Qigong use both hands, otherwise wouldn't it seem that he was too incompetent?

Ling Muyun suddenly came out of the fight, retreated a few feet out of the battle circle, and hugged his fist towards Hong Qigong and said: "Qigong's martial arts are profound, the kid admires it so much, and I want to thank Qigong for giving me the opportunity to show off my fists and feet before, now I still have a set of swordsmanship, I want to ask Qigong to comment on it, I don't know if it's possible?" ”

"Oh?" Hong Qigong raised his eyebrows, and said with a slight smile: "Okay, boy, if you have any skills, just use it, I want to see how much inventory you have!" ”

"Since Qigong said so, then I'm not welcome, kid, then ask Qigong to take the sword!"

Ling Muyun let out a long roar, "choked" The sword came out of the sheath, and his body moved forward, like a gust of wind swept in front of Hong Qigong, and the long sword slashed out a dazzling cold light towards Hong Qigong.

It didn't matter if he made this move, Hong Qigong was taken aback, it turned out that Ling Muyun's sword stabbed out, and the speed was a few points faster than he expected, and it swept in front of him in an instant, and then the sword light flashed in front of him, and the sword blade hit in front of him, Hong Qigong suddenly felt a trace of cold air coming towards his throat, and even the skin on his neck felt a trace of coldness.

"Good swordsmanship!" Hong Qigong couldn't help but cheer, and the soles of his feet stepped on the ground and stepped backwards to the side, trying to dodge the sword.

It's just that Ling Muyun's sword is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and the sword path has changed slightly, and it continues to chase and stab towards Hong Qigong without slowing down, never leaving half a foot in front of Hong Qigong, it seems that as long as Hong Qigong's speed is a little slower, there will be a disaster of breaking his throat.