Facing the shadowless feet of Foshan that everyone was amazed by, Ning Yuan only had a four-word evaluation of this.

Insect carving skills!

Just when Zhao Wuji's legs were like a blast of wind and kicked violently, Ning Yuan blocked it very casually.

Immediately, it was easy to unload all his attacks.

Zhao Wuji's heart was suddenly shocked, he never expected that Ning Yuan would be able to take over his Foshan Shadowless Foot so easily.

Just when Zhao Wuji realized that the situation was not good and wanted to withdraw and retreat, he suddenly found that his ankle had been tightly grasped by Ning Yuan with two fingers comparable to steel drills.

Zhao Wuji was horrified, but he didn't have much panic about this.

Instead, he calmly pulled out the soft sword wrapped around his waist, and made a "thunderclap" sound that broke the air, like a dormant poisonous snake, suddenly opened his bloody mouth and bit towards Ning Yuan.

"Hmph, playing with a sword in front of me, you're still too tender!"

Ning Yuan snorted disdainfully, and a sword intent popped out of his hand, and slashed straight over.

"Dang Qiang!"

The soft sword in Zhao Wuji's hand was broken on the spot!

At the same time, Ning Yuan's two fingers also exerted force suddenly.

"Click!"

There was a crisp sound of bones breaking, and suddenly it sounded!

Immediately, Zhao Wuji let out a terrible scream of "ah".

His ankle bone was shattered.

Even if you are able to walk upright, you will become a lame.

This is even more uncomfortable for Zhao Wuji, who pursues perfectionism, than killing him.

Before he Zhao Wuji could react, Ning Yuan raised his hand again, like throwing a dead dog, and threw him out of the whole person.

"Bang dang!"

Zhao Wuji slammed straight into the beautifully decorated wall, leaving a clearly visible human-shaped pit on it, and then rolled down, vomiting blood.

He felt like all the bones in his body were about to break, and he couldn't speak.

Seeing such an unbelievable scene, everyone present was stunned and full of disbelief.

Zhao Wuji, the young master of the Zhao family, was actually abolished?

Ning Yuan clapped his hands and said with disdain: "What bullshit, it's just a waste!"

"Your Excellency broke into my Zhao family and hurt my son, isn't it too much of a deception?"

At this moment, a thunderous and angry voice came from the inner hall.

Hearing this voice, everyone present couldn't help but look sideways.

The person who came was about fifty years old, with a thin figure and deep and sharp eyes.

This person is the Zhao family's current home in Zhao Shanhe!

In addition to this, there are two people who accompany them.

To Ning Yuan's surprise, these two were still old acquaintances.

Zhao Jia and Zhou Yong!

Zhao Jia was also shocked when he saw Ning Yuan coming.

"Ning Liheng, I haven't settled the account with you yet, I never expected that you would dare to find Jiangbei. It's true that there is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no way to go to hell!"

Ning Yuan smiled coldly and said, "The people who should go to hell should be you." Didn't you see that I came here to bring you the bell (final)?"

As he spoke, Ning Yuan also held the bronze bell high and showed it to Zhao Shanhe, Zhao Jia and others.

"Arrogant boy, you are looking for death!"

Zhao Shanhe was completely enraged by Ning Yuan's words.

I saw that his gloomy eyes burst out with a cold light that was even more fierce than a sword, making everyone present shudder and tremble.

The murderous voice was still floating in the air.

Zhao Shanhe lifted his robe and took a step forward.

The marble floor, unable to withstand the pressure of this foot, immediately appeared mottled cracks like spider webs.

This mottled crack quickly stretched towards Ning Yuan.

Seeing this scene, there was an old man with a hooked nose, who seemed to sense something, and shouted in surprise: "Half-step Grandmaster?"

Another gray-haired old man also nodded again and again, exclaiming:

"I never expected that after only two years of not seeing each other, this Zhao family master had already touched the threshold of the grandmaster. In time, in less than twenty years, a true Grandmaster will appear in their Zhao family!"

Hearing the conversation between the two, Chen Ruoxue asked like a curious baby:

"This old man, what are you talking about the grandmaster, why can't I understand?"

The hook-nosed old man saw that Chen Ruoxue was really beautiful, so he was very happy to solve her doubts.

External strength, internal strength, grandmaster, great grandmaster, Tongshen, this is the level of martial artists.

According to the level of proficiency, each level is roughly divided into four realms: small success, large achievement, peak and consummation.

As long as you have good physical fitness and are willing to work hard, basically everyone can become an external martial artist.

However, if you want to become an internal martial artist, it is not so simple, this requires a certain amount of talent, and there is no one in ten.

As for the grandmaster, it is invulnerable, invulnerable. Sit on one side and overlook the existence of a domain.

The great master can resist tanks and artillery, open up a mountain and establish a faction, and lead a coquettish world.

As for the gods, this has become a legend, and there are only a few records in ancient books.

After listening to the old man with a hooked nose, Chen Ruoxue's face was suddenly shocked, as if a new door to the world had been opened.

After digesting the information of these martial artists briefly, she swirled lightly and asked, "What realm is that Ning Liheng as seen by the old man?"

The old man with a hooked nose squinted his eyes slightly, and said: "That Ning Liheng's talent is good, far above Zhao Wuji, the young master of the Zhao family, it must be the peak realm of the late stage of internal strength." ”

"At such a young age, there is such an achievement, and the future is limitless, it is a pity, what a pity!"

Chen Ruoxue heard the old man's words turn around, and said two "pity" in a row, her pretty face couldn't help but change slightly, and she couldn't wait to ask:

"Uncle, what do you mean by a pity?"

The hook-nosed old man smiled coldly and said, "What's not to understand about this, he abolished Zhao Wuji, do you think Zhao Shanhe can still let him walk out of the gate of this Zhao family alive?"

Chen Ruoxue's eyes widened suddenly, and she asked, "But Ning Liheng, he won't necessarily lose, right?"

The hook-nosed old man shook his head with a smile and said, "Little girl, you don't know the horror of the grandmaster!"

"In our martial arts world, there is a saying, do you know what it is?"

Chen Ruoxue immediately shook her little head into a rattle, saying that she didn't know.

In the cloudy eyes of the hook-nosed old man, there was a light of infinite yearning.

"The grandmaster is like a dragon, ten thousand people are invincible, and thousands of troops are easy!"

"That Zhao Shanhe, the head of the Zhao family, although he is not a real grandmaster, can be regarded as having entered the threshold of the grandmaster realm, and he is a half-step grandmaster. ”

"The peak of the late stage of internal strength and the half-step grandmaster, although it is only one step away. But this step is like a ravine. Many martial artists have exhausted their life's work and have not been able to take this step!"

Speaking of this, the old man with a hooked nose was full of sadness.

He himself was a martial artist at the peak of the late stage of internal strength, but now he was past his prime. I'm afraid that there is no hope for the realm of the Grandmaster in this life, which is really embarrassing......

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