The bloody anger on the Wanfeng Platform gradually dissipated, and the brute bones that had lost their fighting spirit fell on the Wanfeng Platform, their tongues licking their wounds. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info His strongest battle intent was so rudely broken that he had already lost his combat power, and he could only fall to the ground weakly.

There was silence on the holy mountain, and a dragon roared past and dissipated on the battle platform. Let the exclamation that had already subsided be climaxed again. The dragon travels the world and closes the momentum. Matthew looked at the big stupid bear and said slowly: "It's a little heavier, I hope you have a longer memory." ”

"Uh......h I'm going to find my mother......" The brute bone completely lost the momentum just now, dragged his injured arm, as if he had been greatly wronged, and ran off the battlefield.

Matthew Yuan rolled his eyes, whether this big guy still needs to nod his face.

The blood-stained battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood. It seems like a crazy war, but it lasts for a very short time. The dragon descending style was originally a fist intent, but in Ma Xiuyuan's hands, it evolved into a palm technique, which is not the point. Produced by the system, coupled with Matthew's cultivation of Buddha in the past hundred years, the perception of Buddhist skills, this Fuhu Arhat Boxing, whether it is the dragon descending style or the Fuhu style, is extremely powerful.

The priest on one side seemed to be still on the shocking palm of Matthew Yuan just now, standing there woodenly, and the battle record in his hand fell to the side.

Gesa, who was on the Wanfeng Terrace, also frowned. Ma Xiuyuan's strength was beyond his expectations, if it was pure luck to win Wang Ke, then the palm that had just competed with the strength of the brute bones, he had seen it with his own eyes, it was definitely a competition of strength.

This is too terrifying! Even he, in a state of brute blood and anger, does not dare to fight him hard. However, Ma Xiuyuan did it, and he still couldn't understand this palm.

"That's the hole card you rely on?" Ghasa muttered to himself, "Well, you're going to have to die!"

Matthew walked over to the priest and helped pick up the battle record.

"Hello. ”

"Hmm. Wait a minute...... Do you have any instructions?" As a priest, his transparent body was just one more spark tempering, more condensed, and even he didn't dare to make sure that he could take the palm just now.

Matthew Yuan asked, "There are still a few more." ”

The old priest secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly, "There are about ten more than that." ”

Matthew nodded and waited for the battle to begin. The subsequent competition was much faster. No matter who came up, Ma Xiuyuan only used one palm or one punch, and never had an extra palm.

More and more people under the mountain began to pay attention to this one-handed boy. There are a lot of great things to make progress, but there will be some obstacles. Some people win badly, almost always lose, and have to give up the next game. However, you can advance to the top 1,000, and it's worth it.

However, like Ma Xiuyuan, every game is solved with one palm, and I am afraid that only the strong people of hundreds of clans who have stood on the four spiritual platforms at the highest peak have the strength.

The strength of the brute bones was originally bound to occupy a spiritual platform, but Ma Xiuyuan cut off an arm like this, and then fought against Ma Xiuyuan, all of them were afraid, for fear that they would lack arms and legs.

"I throw in the towel. ”

When the last opponent was knocked off the stage by Matthew Yuan.

In the Wanzu Lion Fighting Club, there are only five figures left, and they are still standing on the Wanfeng platform. The other five are the places produced among the hundreds of clans.

It is impossible for all the priests on the sacred mountain to be served by people from hundreds of tribes, so often the lion fighting of all races, hundreds of tribes take fifty percent of the quota, and the remaining tribes compete for the remaining places. Whether it is the baptism of the Holy Fire for 1,000 people, or the last ten places that can really touch the Holy Flame, it is all distributed in this way.

Even with such an unfair distribution, none of the tribes had any doubts. After all, the strength and heritage of hundreds of clans are all placed there.

Slowly descending from the holy mountain, the first person Ma Xiuyuan met was the son of the Wang tribe.

Wang Ke hesitated a little, but still lowered his head, like a student who had been reprimanded by the old master, "Excuse me, can you tell me what the name of the move that defeated me before?"

Matthew didn't look for trouble from afar, and his tense face relaxed, this world still seems to be dominated by normal people, "What moves do you matter?"

Wang Ke's eyes dimmed, and he turned his head to leave.

"The moves can be simple or complex, but the important thing is the mentality when you took the move, whether you used all your strength, whether you looked carefully? If you even have distracting thoughts about a competition, then what moves do you still learn? Go back and learn to meditate now. ”

"Thanks, Brother Shi. ”

Matthew Yuan tugged at the corners of his mouth, the names of this girl's stone and so on, it is estimated that he can't get rid of it in this small world, and replied boringly: "You're polite." ”

He continued to walk forward.

Many tribes on the Holy Path saw how the young man defeated the brute bone with one palm, and with awe-inspiring eyes, they did not dare to provoke in the slightest. Originally, those who came to see the jokes also closed their mouths, not daring to have half a word of mockery.

Shi San's original posture of asking for guilt also eased. This is a world that looks at strength, and no one will offend a person who can break the hand bones of the genius of the Red Bear Clan with one palm.

"Is there anything else going on with the patriarch's grandfather?"

Shi San was still in a daze, but Ma Xiuyuan was already standing in front of him.

All the people on the holy path looked this way. Shi San recalled that just a moment ago, the brute bones of the Red Bear Clan, the bloody arm, could not have imagined that he was actually injured by Ma Xiuyuan's palm.

"You...... You did the brute's arm?"

Ma Xiuyuan frowned and asked, "Is the Red Bear Clan also looking for trouble?"

"No ......" Shi San looked at Ma Xiuyuan's somewhat gloomy little face, and said secretly, how big is this heart, is it really not worried at all to provoke these big tribes?

"Well, I'll leave if it's okay. ”

Shi San looked at the back of the leaving, but after all, he still didn't make it clear that he was not of my race.

"Patriarch, why don't you say it?"

Shi San narrowed his eyes and muttered, "Do you think that with our attitude of going to contact the Hundred Foot Clan, this child is not from our Shicun, and they will let us go?"

"What do you mean?"

"This kid is not simple. ”

......

The peak of the sacred flame has always been a forbidden place of legends.

No one can set foot here.

"That light just now. ”

"It's dazzling. Another voice said slowly.

"After waiting for 10,000 years, is it luck coming?" said the man, with some excitement.

The stone hall is hidden under the top of the mountain. The flame of the angry lion and Buddha spewed thin, beating in the center of the stone hall, like a roaring lion.

"I don't know. What we have to do is to guard this last station, wait for the flame to render the earth, and return to the peak of glory!"

"Gu Zun, how about the collection of sparks?"

The hunchbacked old man pinched his fingers and said, "That's enough." I've been waiting for this day for 10,000 years! I'll see the light of day again!"

"The journey has just begun. ”