"Overlord Seven Flame Palm, First Style, Seven Flame Fury!"

Between the rocks, a cold voice echoed.

A petite figure stood in front of a huge bluestone several feet high, with slightly parted legs, leaning half-leaning, and forming a palm with one hand.

In the next second, only a dull loud noise was heard, and a handprint suddenly bombarded the huge bluestone.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, rubble flew, and cracks like cobwebs suddenly spread from the handprints.

Under the palm of his hand, the hard boulder burst open, and the gravel powder flew and fell.

Looking at the power of his palm, Meng Qing's still somewhat immature little face showed a happy smile.

"The first form of the Overlord Seven Flames, the wrath of the Seven Flames, it's done!"

For three whole months, Meng Qing stayed in place, quietly cultivating the Overlord Seven Flame Palm, for three months, rain or shine, Meng Qing was almost playing with his life. There is not a day when Meng Qing is not tired until he faints, and his palms have been slapped by Meng Qing I don't know how many times.

However, what Meng Qing couldn't understand the most was that no matter how damaged his palm was due to cultivating the Overlord Seven Yan Palm, he would always recover the next day, as if he had never been injured.

It was precisely because of this that Meng Qing's speed of cultivating the Overlord Seven Flame Palm would be so exaggerated, and he would be able to practice the first form within three months. Otherwise, after each tempering of the palm, it would take more than a month just to recover, let alone cultivate the first form within three months.

However, what made Meng Qing even more unexpected, I don't know when, Meng Qing's realm was also mysteriously improved from the seventh grade of entry to the ninth grade of entry, and he was only one step away from the initial realm.

Looking at his palms that had become red and heavy because of his cultivation of the Overlord Seven Yan Palms, Meng Qing pursed his lips, and then glanced at the boulder that was smashed by his palm, Meng Qing was a little relieved.

No wonder the Overlord Seven Flame Palm has such high requirements for ** strength and palm hardness, if the palm hardness and ** strength are not enough, I am afraid that the rebound of the power of this palm alone is enough to make your palm and arm shatter.

It is not a loss that it is a technique created by a generation of overlords, and it is indeed an extremely domineering attack method, Meng Qing has no doubt that the overlord relied on the overlord's seven flame palms to dominate the Fengyun Continent, how domineering it was, how Xiao Ran was.

Lying indifferently on the boulder, Meng Qing slowly stabilized his breath, the blood and qi in his body surged, and his strength gradually recovered.

Recalling the contempt and white eyes he had received in the Meng family in the past four years, Meng Qing smiled indifferently, what a ridiculous expression those people would have if they saw his current strength.

Although Meng Qing was very interested in seeing the shocked and annoyed expressions of the Third Elder and the others, he was just thinking about it casually. smiled self-deprecatingly on his face, his heart that had experienced life and death and a hundred years of tempering was still so impetuous.

"Let's keep going!"

Meng Qing's face was indifferent, he propped up his hands, jumped down from the boulder lightly, and continued to rush forward with great strides.

Although the strength of the entry nine products is hanging among the cultivators of the Fengyun Continent, for ordinary people, entering the nine products is enough to be powerful.

Therefore, Meng Qing didn't have to sneak in the dense forest path in hiding his whereabouts at this time, and walked on the road with meteors.

Along the way, Meng Qing also encountered many blind horse thieves and murderers. saw that Meng Qing was only a young man, dressed like a rich son, and there was no guard by his side. No group of horse thieves is willing to let go of such a fat sheep.

As a result, all the horse thieves were blinded, and this rich boy who seemed to be powerless was simply a terrifying killing god.

Those iron palms are like the deadly Hades in the eyes of the horse thief. Even the sturdy weapon in his hand can be easily smashed, and with every palm, someone will be killed. To the horror of the horse thieves, the boy seemed to enjoy the bloody affair, and the killing was like enjoyment. Every time you do it, you will never leave a single living mouth.

As more and more horse thieves were killed in the hands of the young man, the story of the young man became more and more widespread, and the more bizarre it became, the name of the Iron Palm Hades gradually spread among the nearby horse thieves. For a while, all the horse thieves in the vicinity were rumored to be loud and did not dare to appear at will, for fear of encountering this terrible iron-clapped Hades.

The Iron Palm Hades?

Meng Qing accidentally learned the title given to him by the horse thief from an old farmer, and smiled indifferently.

For these people who are able-bodied but have to make a living by robbing their homes and killing people and setting fires, they are the most shameless type of people in Meng Qing, and they are killed easily, and Meng Qing has no fluctuation. The only thing that made Meng Qing a little unhappy was that the strength of these horse thieves was too low, and they didn't even have a master.

There are not 1,000 horse thieves and murderers who died at their own hands, but there are not even a single late entry, and the strongest is only the strength of an entry five-grade. Under the palm of the Overlord Qiyan, who was comparable to the primary level of the Heavenly Rank, he didn't even have the strength to parry, so he was slapped into a meatloaf by Meng Qing's palm.

Since then, there have been no blind horse thieves who have come to trouble Meng Qing, and now all horse thieves will involuntarily hide away when they see similar children.

Along the way, Meng Qing never touched a "kind-hearted person" who was willing to use his life to hone his palms. ”

At this time, Meng Qing was riding a good horse captured from a horse thief on the mainland, and with a means of transportation, Meng Qing's speed was much faster. Before I knew it, I was hundreds of miles away from Shifang Town.

On this morning, when Meng Qing, who was sitting on a tall horse, was walking comfortably with a jade fan in his hand, a majestic city suddenly fell into Meng Qing's eyes.

"Matchless City ......"

Looking at the towering city wall, three powerful and powerful dragons and phoenixes are hanging high on the main entrance.

Pedestrian people come and go at the door, passing travelers and pedestrians are endless, and there are many sergeants wearing armor on both sides, standing majestically on both sides, and the whole Wushuang City makes people involuntarily breed a sense of majesty when they look at it.

Meng Qing had heard a lot about this peerless city in his previous life, but he never had the opportunity to come.

Wushuang City, the capital of the powerful Tang Empire, is also the most prestigious and prosperous capital on the Fengyun Continent.

With a soft snort, Meng Qing drove the horse into the Wushuang City.

Enter the unrivaled city, bustling streets, dense crowds. It made Meng Qing suddenly feel a shock in his heart. Looking at the dazzling array of goods and pedestrians from all over the mainland, Meng Qing was full of curiosity.

"Get out of the way of the ...... everyone in front"

Just when Meng Qing was leading the horse and wandering curiously in the street, a sudden loud shout sounded from not far away. Hearing the shouts, both the pedestrians on the street and the vendors setting up their stalls consciously dodged to the side and gave way to the main road.

At this time, from the entrance of the city gate, a cluster of flags was unfurled, and then a large group of samurai wearing black cloaks and armor rolled from the city gate on tall horses.

Everyone exudes a solemn evil aura, gathered together, and people can't help but feel their hearts beat faster and breathless.

The sound of horses' hooves rolled in, and the samurai galloped and followed the samurai's gallop, and several majestic beasts dragged a huge and luxurious chariot behind the samurai.

"Dragon-Elephant Beast ......"

The sense of shock in Meng Qing's heart became more and more intense, what kind of force could actually use the dragon elephant beast to pull the cart.

However, the shock of the dragon elephant beast pulling the cart had not yet passed, and a scene that made Meng Qing even more unbelievable fell into Meng Qing's eyes.