"The White Lotus has descended into the world, and the gods are invincible!"

Inside the Chaotian Temple, the core White Lotus Sect disciples, who had originally rested for a while, were affected by the crazy fights on the altar that were cruel to masochism, and their eyes were red and they shouted wildly.

Jiugong Zhenren shook his spirits and played a game of mutual harm with Lei Hu.

The two seemed to have a tacit understanding, no longer fighting each other, gritting their teeth and fighting each other, smashing their fists and fists on their chests and shoulders, and the muffled sound of banging made people's hearts tremble.

After more than ten punches in a row, whether it was Jiugong Zhenren or Lei Hu's face, he no longer had the ease he had at the beginning, his expression was solemn and his breath was rough, and his chest and shoulders were full of hot pain.

The internal organs were shaken again and again, and an unbearable vomiting thought came to my heart, and the qi and blood were running around, and it was no longer possible to continue to maintain the peak state.

How can it be?

The more Jiugong Zhenren fights, the more frightened he becomes, and Nima Leihu's ability to resist beating is too exaggerated, right?

He practiced the unique kung fu of the White Lotus Sect, and he cultivated both inside and outside with strong lethality, because his temperament was extremely accomplished in external skills.

If it weren't for the purpose of bewitching the sect and guarding against the surprise attack of the official army, he would have placed an iron plate on his body, not to mention this kind of unseemly means, his own hard skills are quite good.

The resources of the entire White Lotus Sect are to be squandered, as long as they are ruthless and work hard, they will always achieve something.

He is quite confident in his own strength, even against the famous Lingnan Ten Tigers, it may be difficult to win, but he is not worried about failure, unless the Lingnan Ten Tigers are all grandmasters with strength above the late stage of dark energy.

I didn't expect that the disciple of Huang Feihong who suddenly appeared in front of him was also quite good at hard work, I am afraid that he is not weaker than him, and even has a hidden victory?

As soon as he thought that he might be defeated in such a confrontation without the slightest fancy, Jiugong Zhenren couldn't help but give a cold war, once his invincible image collapsed, the consequences would be quite serious.

Also, my chest hurts.

Lei Hu's bastard's fist strength is stronger than wave, even if he has an iron plate in his chest, but the pain is unbearable, I don't know where this guy got such a big fist?

Compared with the hard work of the real people of the Nine Palaces, Lei Hu is full of fighting spirit and full of interest.

Although he was also uncomfortable, the hot pain in his upper body stimulated his nerves at all times, but he was high-spirited at this time, and he couldn't care about so much, and kept urging the qi and blood in his body to speed up the circulation, punching out one punch after another, and each punch was filled with majestic punch strength.

Four or five of the ten punches landed on the iron plate on the chest of the Jiugong Zhenren, and the knuckles of the fingers were already numb with pain, after all, there was still a big gap between flesh and blood and steel.

But he was extremely excited at this time, and he was not affected by the strong discomfort on his body at all.

Without it, in the process of punching to the flesh and the fist slamming the iron plate, he gradually realized a trace of dark charm!

In particular, the fist slammed on the iron plate, and gradually sensed the traces of the dispersion of the fist strength on the iron plate, which made him feel agitated and hated to look up to the sky and howl.

It's the subtleties!

If you subdivide the three-layer realm where Neijiaquan is the most widely spread, you will find a very interesting phenomenon.

That is the three-layer realm of inner boxing, which is obviously a change in strength from the outside to the inside, from macro to micro.

When Ming Jin blindly pays attention to attack power, the more domineering and powerful the fist, the better, but no matter how turbulent the strength is, just blast out with a fist and foot attack.

But when it comes to dark energy, you have to start to appreciate the subtle changes in strength, if you can clearly capture the law of change, there will be no hindrance in stepping into the dark energy level.

It's not that he hasn't worked hard before, but the interference caused by the peak of Mingjin is too great, and he has become accustomed to the feeling of surging strength, and it is difficult to taste the different changes of strength in a nuanced way, at least he has no clue before coming to Chaotianguan.

What made him miss out was that the battle with the real people of the Nine Palaces, the previous fists and feet bombarded each other, and then there were more brutal and dangerous hard skills fighting each other, which actually made him slowly feel the subtle changes in the strength of his body during the dangerous and tense battle!

Although the blood was churning and his body was extremely uncomfortable, he still keenly captured this little difference.

His heart was suddenly ecstatic, and he immediately immersed himself in feeling and comprehending the subtle changes in the strength of his body, and the discomfort in his body had long been left behind.

His iron-shirted kung fu, which has been brutally tempered by madness, is no joke.

In addition, he had reached the peak level of Ming Jin at this time, and he had his own set of defenses for Ming Jin, and he was not afraid of the repeated bombardment of the Nine Palaces Zhenren like a hammer.

I don't feel good, is it true that the real people of the Nine Palaces feel better?

After hundreds of rounds, Lei Hu also figured out the details of the real people of the Nine Palaces, the same Ming Jin peak cultivation, and a skilled outer door hard skill, which should not be under the level of his iron cloth shirt.

It's just that the age gap between the two is there, and Lei Hu's bone age at this time has been strengthened by time and space travel, and he should be less than twenty years old.

And the real people of the Nine Palaces just look at the face, at least thirty-five or sixteen, and they have already passed the peak period of their bodies.

The physique of the two is not at the same level, Lei Hu is 1.82 meters tall, with thick and strong bones, and strong muscles and bones.

But Jiugong Zhenren is only one meter and seven years tall, although he is fierce, but the difference in physical strength is quite obvious.

In a protracted battle, Lei Hu's victory is even greater, not to mention that at this time, he is immersed in capturing the subtle changes in the strength of his body, and he has gradually figured out a little bit of dark energy.

Jiugong Zhenren couldn't stand it, he suffered a series of heavy blows to his chest and shoulders, and the severe pain was that with his strong endurance, he couldn't hold on.

The skin at the corners of his mouth and eyes twitched again and again, looking at Lei Hu, who looked like a mad demon who was not tired at all, and even a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and the qi and blood in his body were extremely suffocated, and he had an urge not to vomit or be unhappy.

He already had the idea of stopping in his heart, but he couldn't take the initiative to speak, otherwise it would be a heavy blow to his prestige in the White Lotus Sect, so he could only continue to insist on it.

"Hahaha, I understand, I understand!"

The frequency of the two punches slowed down visibly, and the discerning person knew that they were both at the last minute, and whoever could hold out until the end would be the winner.

But suddenly, Lei Hu looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and he didn't care about the two heavy punches of Jiugong Zhenren in a row, his eyes lit up and he punched out.

In the eyes of the 'audience', Lei Hu's move was naturally a manifestation of his inadequacy, and even the real people of Jiugong, who had been fighting against him for a long time, showed a look of joy.

It's just that the next moment, the fluttering fist slammed into the iron plate on Jiugong Zhenren's chest, and the smile on his face suddenly dissipated, and his body stiffened as if he was frozen......