Hearing this, Huang Ying's face couldn't help but show a smug smile.

Even after so many years, Su Lan is still the only weakness in martial arts.

"Uncle Zhan, please make it clear." Chen Qingyang asked, as long as there is still a glimmer of hope, Chen Qingyang will not give up.

"If you can seize this opportunity, it's up to you, Martial Saint, to come here." Wu Zhan suddenly shouted at the Martial Saint behind him.

The Martial Saint stepped forward with a blank face and looked at Wu Zhan suspiciously.

"Your name is Chen Qingyang, right, if you want to ask me to make a move, then defeat my son first." Wu Zhan said.

Chen Qingyang was ready to accept the embarrassment of martial arts, but he didn't expect it to be such a condition, and he couldn't help but feel ecstatic in his heart.

Although the martial saint had a mysterious power in his body that made him very curious, Chen Qingyang believed that once the two of them made a move, he would definitely win.

The martial saint's expression was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes instantly rushed with high-spirited battle intent.

He was already a militant, and after shaking hands with Chen Qingyang and suffering a loss, he was even more eager to fight Chen Qingyang head-on in the ring.

"Uncle Zhan, are you sure you don't regret it?" Chen Qingyang asked with a relaxed smile.

Seeing Chen Qingyang's confident look, Wu Zhan couldn't help but show a sneer on his face, and said, "You seem to be very confident in your strength?" ”

"It's okay." Chen Qingyang said modestly.

"Humph!" Wu Zhan snorted coldly, then turned to look at Wu Sheng, and said: "If you win, I will teach you the fifth style of Qiankun marksmanship, if you lose, you are not allowed to eat for three days, you can do it yourself." ”

The Martial Saint looked at Wu Zhan with blazing eyes and said, "Don't worry, I will never let him do it on purpose, but don't regret it, if you win, teach me the fifth form." ”

"Close the door."

After speaking, Wu Zhan took the lead in stepping into the cabinet, and Wu Sheng first closed the door of the tea house, greeted Chen Qingyang and the others, and then quickly followed.

Chen Qingyang and the others followed closely behind the Martial Saints, and suddenly Wu Zhan opened a secret door from the wall, revealing a hidden corridor passage.

Several people walked down the passage to a basement.

The basement is very spacious, at least 1,000 square meters, the surrounding walls are made of hard stone, and there are many weapons placed around, which looks like a martial arts training ground.

"You can compete here, and the weapon is yours to choose, and of course, you can also choose to use your own weapon." Wu Zhan said.

The Martial Saint rushed forward one by one, picked up a silver spear in a pile of weapons, and shook it vigorously in mid-air a few times, emitting bursts of fierce whistling winds.

"I don't need weapons." After Chen Qingyang finished speaking, he slowly walked to the middle of the martial arts training ground.

After choosing the weapon, the martial saint came to Chen Qingyang with a jump, and at this time, his face no longer had the previous honest expression, but was replaced by a high-spirited and confident face.

Chen Qingyang was slightly shocked in his heart, it seemed that this martial saint was by no means as simple as he imagined.

In this battle, he can't be careless!

"Are you sure you don't use weapons? You may lose money this way. Martial Saint said.

Chen Qingyang shook his head and said, "I'm not used to using weapons, my fist is my weapon." ”

As the saying goes, one inch is long and one inch is strong, one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, even if the martial saint holds a spear, it may not be an advantage for Chen Qingyang.

Once Chen Qingyang gets close, the advantage of the Martial Saint will become a disadvantage.

"Okay, let's get started, you have to be careful."

As soon as the words fell, the momentum of the Martial Saint's entire person climbed to the extreme almost instantly, and there was a violent aura surging around him, like a roaring divine dragon, wrapped around the Martial Saint's body, making him appear mysterious and powerful.

At the same time, a terrifying battle intent poured out from the Martial Saint's body, crushing towards Chen Qingyang like a mountain and a sea.

Half-step congenital, and the realm seems to be even higher than Chen Qingyang, and he is even about to break through to the innate realm.

Chen Qingyang's heart sank suddenly.

Originally, he had already prepared in his heart, and the strength of this martial saint was not trivial.

But I didn't expect that I still underestimated him!

With such a terrifying momentum, it was not weaker than a first-order martial artist of the Innate Realm at all.

If it weren't for the fact that Chen Qingyang hadn't just broken through to the half-step innate realm, it was really impossible for him to be the opponent of the Martial Saint.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, a sharp sound of breaking the air sounded, and the spear in the Martial Saint's hand instantly turned into a white light, roaring towards Chen Qingyang.

The speed was so fast that Chen Qingyang was a little too late to dodge.

Chen Qingyang did not hesitate, and blasted out a punch, his fist roared, and forcibly suppressed the head of the Martial Saint's spear with violent force.

Although the silver spear in the martial saint's hand was not a divine weapon, under the wrap of his powerful qi, he stubbornly resisted Chen Qingyang's punch and did not break it.

"Bang!"

The spear bent, and the body of the Martial Saint bounced backwards.

However, his feet kicked violently in mid-air, and his body ejected again, and the spear danced in his hand, turning into a sky of spear shadows in an instant.

"Woohoo!"

The wind howled, and wherever the guns passed, the air seemed to explode.

"What a great marksmanship!"

When the pastoral song not far away saw this scene, he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

If it was him, unless he used the space confinement, he would not be able to dodge the Martial Saint's move at all.

However!

In the face of the martial saint's violent marksmanship, Chen Qingyang had no intention of dodging, but rushed forward directly.

"Smack!"

A crisp sound came out, and Chen Qingyang took advantage of the situation to blast out an overlord fist.

The fist wind roared and shook, and the fist strength burst out, sweeping up a terrifying energy airflow, rushing towards the Martial Saint's spear shadow in the sky.

Hard-hitting, among the same level, Chen Qingyang has never been false to anyone.

Even if the Martial Saint has already stepped into the innate realm with one foot.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the furious fist and the overwhelming shadow of the gun collided fiercely, like two high-speed moving mountain peaks colliding, the momentum shook the sky, and the surging and violent power rushed towards the surrounding area in an instant.

"Boom!"

The entire basement was shaking violently, but the surrounding walls were unknown to what kind of boulders, and they couldn't smash and explode under the energy of the two of them.

Although the martial saint's marksmanship is terrifying, Chen Qingyang's overlord fist is also not to be underestimated, no matter how he attacks, he will never be able to break Chen Qingyang's fist, and finally he will be shaken away by the powerful force of the shock.

"Oooo

The Martial Saint's body retreated dozens of steps in a row, leaving a series of footprints on the ground.

And Chen Qingyang also took a few steps back before stabilizing his body.

Obviously, in this collision, Chen Qingyang was slightly better, but the advantage was not obvious and almost negligible.

After stabilizing his figure, Martial Saint's gaze at Chen Qingyang was also full of surprise.

"Brother Qingyang, you are really strong, I have to be serious next." The martial saint grinned, and the battle intent in his eyes became even more high-spirited and powerful.