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Chapter 841 Fist Might (Eight Watches)

Chapter 841 Fist Might (Eight Watches)

"Ruyan, give, this is your one million Xuanshi, cold frost is yours......" His eyes didn't blink, and the two million Xuanshi had already been divided, "As for you, I didn't promise to give you a reward, so the remaining one million belongs to me, you have no opinion." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Zifeng looked at Leng Ruxue, the more she wanted, the more Zifeng wanted to tease her.

He didn't know why, this time when he was facing Leng Ruxue, he had a kind of unbearable impulse in his heart, and every time he saw Leng Ruxue's aggrieved appearance, he felt an indescribable pleasure. Of course, there is no malice in this, and it is perfectly possible to think of it as a joke between friends or something.

It's just that Zifeng didn't find a point, in this big environment, he has begun to slowly melt into this role. And from the beginning, the Leng family, including Leng Ruxue, didn't take this matter as a joke...... So sometimes, playing with fire, one day you will only catch yourself off guard.

'Keng' this summer, it was still the original voice, it was still the familiar murderous aura, and a cold and cold long sword rested on Zifeng's neck, "Give or give, you choose." ”

"I'll give. Without saying a word, Zifeng happily handed over the Xuanming Ring in his hand, as if he was not intimidated by others, and his heart was uncomfortable.

From the very beginning, Zifeng knew that he was as cold as snow, unless he planned to consume it all the time, otherwise he would only be the first to admit defeat.

Ruyan, the two of them lit the Xuanming Ring on the side, and couldn't help but be overjoyed......

Taking the Xuanming Ring in Zifeng's hand, Leng Ruxue's eyes didn't blink, "How are you going to deal with that Martial Emperor powerhouse." This question was cold and with a somewhat concerned tone.

Shaking his head, "What else can I do, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, and if you can beat it, you can fight it, but you can't beat it......" When he raised his head and saw Leng Ruxue's right hand pressed on the hilt of the sword again, he hurriedly continued, "If you can't beat it, you can fight it." ”

"Count you as acquaintance!" snorted coldly, and glanced at Zifeng as cold as snow.

This glance was really amorous, which made Zifeng incoherent for a while......

When he came back to his senses, his tone was a little solemn, "Well, I'm going to practice a volume of exercises in the next two days, so find me a quiet place." "Wuyue Fist has already made Zifeng unable to hold it, and the heavy coercion has made him salivate again and again.

Hearing this, Leng Ruxue had no intention of continuing to mess around, so she turned around and walked towards the depths of the Leng family's backyard with Zifeng...... The backyard of the Leng family is a confidential place, and others are not allowed to approach it at will. However, when I saw that the two of them came, they all took it for granted in their eyes, and there was no inappropriate look.

Walk and stop until she stops at a small mound, Leng Ruxue took out the family token left by her father in the morning, and pasted it on the outside of the mound, on the far right side of the rockery, but when she heard a 'boom' sound, the mound in front of her cracked a passage......

The two of them entered it, and the mound closed in an instant after they had just entered, and strangely enough, even the dust on the ground, including the grass stalks on the mound, was exactly the same as before.

The cave is not dark, and a faint light leaks through the gap above, filling the entire line of sight......

This is an independent space, similar to the existence of a cave, and from the fist shadows and palm marks on the walls on both sides, it can be seen that this should be a secret room for the Leng family to practice. On the left side of the space in front of you, there is a small room with a bookshelf on which a variety of exercise scrolls are displayed.

After Leng Ruxue brought Zifeng here, she pointed to the clearing in front of her, "Ah, you can practice here, I have already told the people outside to let them not disturb you." So saying, he walked into the small room inside, and sat on the floor, no more squeaking.

"You, aren't you leaving?" always feels a little uncomfortable being stared at.

glanced at Zifeng, and seemed too lazy to pay attention......

Yes, what else can Zifeng say? He could only slowly sit on the stone platform in front of him, take out the volume of 'Wuyue Fist' from the spiritual void chain, take a deep breath, and the distracting thoughts in his mind were swept away, until his breathing was also soothing, and then he slowly opened the scroll.

The previous breath of the "Novel Field" was updated the fastest again, and the whole text gushed out...... The stone platform where Zifeng was sitting turned into powder in an instant, and the ground of the entire stone room was full of cracks, almost unbearable.

Leng Ruxue on the side opened his eyes, felt the heavy pressure on his body, looked at the scroll in Zifeng's hand in surprise, and secretly wondered in his heart, what kind of exercise is this, the coercion alone is so powerful?

No one responded, and in the empty chamber, only the rock formations could not withstand the heavy pressure, and there was a cracking sound from time to time.

And Zifeng sat there motionless during the whole process, not trying to stop the spread of coercion, but enjoying it very much......

This is a prohibition set by the creator in the scroll, fist power. Fist, power has become a ...... Only those who have resisted the power of the fist are qualified to practice the exercises in the scroll, otherwise they will inevitably be knocked away by the scroll, and there will be no chance to taint the scroll again.

The people who created the exercises were all geniuses in heaven and earth, and that arrogance was destined that they would not let the stupid people learn their hard work! Not to mention that what was placed in front of Zifeng was the late stage of the Xuan Rank exercises.

It's like a mountain falling from the sky and pressing down towards the sub-wind......

There was wind, oppressive from all sides. The wind carries thousands of majestic breaths, wanting to crush everything in the world into powder, and no longer exist......

The first one was as heavy as a hill, making Zifeng's breathing quicker. After a while, the second wave of hesitation came superimposed, sinking like a mountain, and the qi and blood were surging, rushing endlessly. In a moment, the third stream suddenly rained down, thick as a mountain range, clenched teeth, and the sound of rubbing between muscles and bones roared in the body......

However, Zifeng's body was still as steady as a rock, and he did not move.

Followed by the fourth strand, the moment it fell violently, the Yuan Force of the dantian could no longer hold back, and wanted to rush out of the body and fight against the coercion on the top of the head!

When Zifeng clenched his fists and wanted to compete with Tianwei with his own strength.

The fifth strand floated down, very light, light as if there was no trace of power, but the moment it fell on Zifeng's body, there was a loud 'boom', as if thousands of mountain peaks were smashed down......

The high head, under this blow, there was clearly no chance to struggle, Zifeng's whole person was directly crushed to the ground, prostrate, and the stone slab under the secret room also sank more than a foot, the wall shook, the cracks were dense, and he looked precarious.

'Poof' throat was sweet, and a mouthful of sweet blood spurted out directly......