"Young genius, I want to see how much you can do, let's shoot."

Zhu Feng put his hands behind his back and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of please, looking like a senior master.

Mo Wen lowered his eyes, his figure flashed, and instantly appeared in front of Na Zhu Feng, a dragon and tiger fist suddenly burst out, and the energy swept over, and a tiger roar shook the entire grove, and the leaves fell one after another, like a rain of dead leaves.

Zhu Feng raised his eyebrows, the connoisseur knew if there was one as soon as he made a move, this young man was really not simple, a simple punch, the momentum was amazing, so that he would be affected by something, especially the strange tiger roar, which actually had a sound illusion effect.

A moment of mental trance made him involuntarily move a beat slower, and when he reacted, a punch was already in front of him.

A flash of surprise flashed in Zhu Feng's eyes, his body floated back slightly and then retreated three feet, and after slightly avoiding Mo Wen's punch, he slapped out a palm, and instantly collided with Mo Wen's fist.

Mo Wen's body shook slightly, and he took three or four steps back uncontrollably; And that Zhu Feng also took a few steps back before he stabilized his figure.

"What kind of martial arts are you? Good skills! ”

Zhu Feng looked at Mo Wen with some amazement, the punch just now was not simple, it contained the mystery of Qiankun, which made him feel a lot of restrictions.

The martial arts that hide the sound illusion attack are very rare strange martial arts, and as far as he knows, the martial arts with sound illusion effects in the ancient martial arts world are very rare.

The first move was to fight, but the two were evenly matched.

"Dragon Tiger Fist."

Mo Wen hooked the corners of his mouth, but did not hide anything. His eyes narrowed slightly. Because Zhu Feng in front of him is a master, a master who can threaten him, a rare ancient martial artist in the late stage of the Baodan realm.

If he fights with all his might, he is probably not the opponent of this person.

The reason why he was able to match him with a move just now was that he seized the opportunity, relying on the sound illusion effect of the Dragon and Tiger Fist, he was unprepared to attack this person in an instant, and in a hurry, he exerted fifty percent of his strength at most, but he shot with all his might.

Repair for the top. The gap is too big. With the experience of both lifetimes, it is difficult for the director to cross this chasm.

"Dragon Tiger Fist?"

Zhu Feng frowned, the name was very ordinary, but that punch technique. It's definitely not an ordinary martial arts.

Young age. can cultivate such a profound boxing technique. It's a lot of talent.

"Although you have some ability, you are still a little overwhelmed by resisting the capture of Tianhua Palace. But you're a teenage genius. It's rare. Anyway, I'll convince you thoroughly today. ”

Zhu Feng raised his eyebrows, and a strong qi pressure suddenly released from his body, and the cultivation of the later stage of the Baodan realm was fully revealed, surging like a sea tide to Mo Wen, and the air around him was frozen a little, as if he was in the water.

Momentum coercion is a high-level martial artist's nirvana against a low-level martial artist, with the suppression of cultivation, before he can make a move, the strength of a low-level martial artist is estimated to have declined.

The greater the gap in cultivation, the greater the coercion, not only physically, but also mentally.

Therefore, among the ancient martial artists, unless they are geniuses, it is difficult to complete the cross-level challenge, especially the battle across the great realm.

The air around him seemed to be restraining his body like mercury, Mo Wen's body shook slightly, and a supple and boneless soft force emanated from his body, and the effect of the terrifying coercion on him gradually decreased, and it lost its effect little by little.

He made a gesture that looked very similar to Yun Shou with an expressionless face, waiting for Zhu Feng's move.

He knew that he couldn't be Zhu Feng's opponent now, but he was not a person who surrendered without a fight, knowing that he would lose, but it wasn't too easy for him to win.

Zhu Feng's face became slightly solemn, he thought that if he released the coercion, Mo Wen's weakness would be exposed, and he would be able to defeat him lightly if he was restrained.

But now, he doesn't have that self-confidence anymore, Mo Wen at this time feels like an invisible floating cloud, and his absolute coercion in cultivation doesn't seem to have a great effect on him, or even no effect at all.

It was the first time he had encountered such a strange thing, and it was a little too strange that someone could get rid of the absolute suppression of the gap in internal qi cultivation.

However, although Mo Wen was strange and not easy to deal with, it seemed impossible to win against him, because the gap between the two people's cultivation was too big.

Zhu Feng was just a little amazed, the young man in front of him gave him too much surprise, such a talented young genius is estimated to be barely included in the list. A young man who can have a chance to be on the list, even if he is arrested, it is estimated that Huatian Palace will not punish him much.

Of course, don't ask whether to punish or not, that's not his business, it's not his responsibility. His task is just to arrest Mo Wen back.

Mo Wen waited for him to make a move, Zhu Feng naturally couldn't let him down, if he couldn't win him beautifully, it was estimated that he would lose his identity as a senior.

Therefore, Zhu Feng didn't dare to be careless, took the initiative to take action, and showed his mastery as soon as possible.

His figure flickered slightly, and the person appeared in front of Mo Wen, stretched out his hand to probe forward, and the next moment dozens of palm shadows were layered on top of each other, grabbing Mo Wen virtually and realistically, and in an instant, almost surrounded Mo Wen's whole body.

Mo Wen's pupils shrank, that Zhu Feng obviously performed a martial arts, when the hand shadow appeared in front of him, it was virtual and real, and he couldn't tell the truth from the fake at all, the big hand shadow was the size of a house, and the small hand image was a locust swarming up.

The whole thing was like a cloud, enveloping it head-on, controlling its huge mouth, ready to swallow Mo Wen.

High-level martial arts!

A thought flashed in Mo Wen's heart almost instantly, only high-level martial arts have such an effect, how could ordinary martial arts be so weird.

However, as a human being in two lives, Mo Wen's knowledge is naturally not small, and he has seen a lot of magical martial arts, but there is no fuss, his face is always calm, the pressure is also great, and the more peaceful his heart is.

Wonderful!

In an instant, Mo Wen was like a thousand-armed Guanyin, and endless hand shadows bloomed from him, each hand shadow had a different gesture, like a hand outside the sky, reaching into the endless palm shadow like a cloud.

In the face of such a master as Zhu Feng, Mo Wen also showed the martial arts at the bottom of the box. The Heavenly Wonderful Hand is a peerless martial art that has not been passed down for thousands of years by the Mo family. It is also one of Mo Wen's killer martial arts.

The phantoms are heavy, the hand shadows are all over the sky, and at that moment it is like a sea of clouds and waves, mighty and mighty, containing a wide range of martial arts mysteries.

The collision of completely different martial arts did not cause any earth-shattering momentum, but was quiet, blooming invisibly.

The whole forest was quiet, everything was peaceful, and the dead leaves did not fall.

It seems like a long time has passed. But in fact it was only for a moment.

The next moment. So the apparitions were gone, the clouds were gone, the hands of the heavens were gone, and only two people were still standing in the woods.

Mo Wen's body had retreated a full fifty meters at this time. against the trunk of a towering tree. The face is slightly pale. There was a smear of blood at the corner of his mouth.

And that Zhu Feng is also disheveled, and his clothes are messy. Some wolves retreated more than a dozen meters.

"What kind of martial arts are you?"

Zhu Feng asked with some horror, looking at Mo in disbelief.

Although the two of them fought just now, although it was only a moment, in fact, they had made hundreds of moves, and the martial arts of the two were known for their speed and dexterity, and the similarity was very high.

His Panyun hand is not as weird as Mo Wen's tricks, it should be said that it is far from it, otherwise he would not have cultivated to such a huge difference, he used his stunt martial arts, but he still made him so wolf.

At that moment, countless hand shadows shrouded him, and the 206 bones on his body were strangely dislocated, one after another, almost tearing him down.

Fortunately, his internal qi cultivation was strong enough, and he forcibly blocked those hand shadows with his internal qi cultivation, otherwise in an instant, he would have turned into a puddle of mud.

As an ancient martial artist, he naturally knows the body very well, and there are some things that he can't stop in time, and the moment the bones detach, he rejoins them by himself.

But Rao is like this, his bones are also divided and combined, and he has repeatedly dislocated and joined thousands of times.

Now his whole body is full of swelling pain, and his bones are under such a heavy load, it is a fluke that they are not shattered.

That is, he, an ancient martial artist in the late stage of the Baodan realm, can afford it, and his body is strengthened high enough, and if he changes a person, it is estimated that all his bones will turn into scum.

Such a terrifying technique martial arts, not to mention that he had seen it before, he had never heard of it.

In the face of such a terrifying martial arts, if there is a person with a cultivation similar to that young man, it is estimated that he will be defeated in an instant.

After his Panyun hand was promoted to a four-star deacon, he was rewarded by Tianhua Palace with a profound martial art, and when he obtained it, he was ecstatic and regarded it as a treasure. Compared with that young man's set of martial arts, it is simply a judgment of mud, and the difference is too big.

"You won."

Mo Wen glanced at Zhu Feng expressionlessly, and did not answer his question, Tianmiaoshou is his hole card martial arts, if he can not sue others, he will naturally not sue him.

In the fight just now, although he fought and lost both, he lost after all.

Zhu Feng's cultivation is there, it is difficult for him to cross the gap in cultivation, although he forced Zhu Feng to be unbearable just now, he was also injured a lot, and Zhu Feng has already shown mercy to his subordinates, otherwise he will definitely be seriously injured now.

Just like a child punching an adult and an adult punching a child, his ten punches are not as good as Zhu Feng's punch, although his martial arts have the absolute upper hand, but no matter how subtle the martial arts are, the gap in strength is too big, how can he win.

Zhu Feng smiled bitterly, and his face was a little unbearable.

Although he won, he won so much, relying on his cultivation in the later stage of Bao Dan to deal with a young man who did not have the realm of Bao Dan, and he won so hard, it is not a shame that it is nothing.

"Since you lost, then you should go with me. Don't worry, with your talent, Huatian Palace may not treat you well, and may still cultivate you. ”

Zhu Feng shook his head with some emotion, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, the blue is better than the blue, and it is not good to accept the old.

"I'm afraid he won't be able to go with you."

A strange voice suddenly sounded in the grove, the reason why the voice was strange was because you couldn't tell whether the voice was male or female, empty timbre, like a hollow valley, without any color that belonged to a man or a woman. (To be continued......)