Two teenagers, facing each other.

One in a black robe, one in an ink-colored military uniform.

The strong aura impact collided in the area between the two of them, stirring up layers of wind and waves, sweeping around.

"You like to kill women?" Looking at the Ninth Young Master opposite, Guan Peng moved his wrist, and his eyes became sharper and sharper.

"Why, you still have to get justice for those little bitches, or do you want to exchange my head for that valuable bounty." The corners of the Ninth Young Master's mouth were slightly raised, his appearance was delicate, handsome and extraordinary, and such a shallow smile was even more fascinated by many women.

"No, I'm not the Virgin Mary, it's not my turn to ask for justice, and as for your reward, I'm not that interested."

Walking towards the Ninth Young Master, Guan Peng's steps were calm, his breath was heavy, and every step he took when he landed on the ground would cause the ground to tremble, as if he wanted to crush this piece of land.

"I'm just innocent, I just see that you're not happy!"

The words fell, Guan Peng stepped out of a pit, and the whole person instantly appeared ten meters away.

Guan Peng approached in an instant, and the huge coercion made the faces of the three people beside the Ninth Young Master change suddenly, and in a panic, even the weapons fell to the ground.

"Useless stuff, get out of the way." Glancing at the person beside him in disgust, the Ninth Young Master scolded, stretched out his arms, and flew towards Guan Peng, who was attacking.

Bang!

Two fists slammed together.

The sudden explosion of air waves, the explosion like thunder.

Like a dexterous Xuan Cat turning over and landing on the ground, as soon as the Ninth Young Master wanted to speak, he felt a heart-piercing pain in his hand.

Looking down, the flesh on the back of his hand was suddenly broken open by Fang Cai's blow, and blood flowed everywhere.

"You bastard!"

"The bastard is your dad!"

Without giving the Ninth Young Master a chance to react, Guan Peng flashed and appeared on the side of the black-clothed young man, raising his hand to learn from Ning Jie's palm knife to fight!

The palm wind is whistling, the blade is sharp, and the powerful palm knife is like a tiger and tiger The green dragon glaive knife, the remnants of the Dao are wrapped in the terrifying power of the split.

As long as the Ninth Young Master is hit by it, the quasi-skin will open the flesh, and the bones will be broken and the tendons will be broken!

"The Ning family's wind-chasing sword? Isn't this the secret skill of the Ning family to pass on women but not men? Leaning over to avoid the palm knife that was as fast as thunder, the Ninth Young Master's eyes narrowed slightly.

He has traveled north and south for so many years, and has fought with countless masters.

Guan Peng made the knife, and he could see its root routine at a glance.

"Your set of palm knives was learned from that little sao lang hoof of the Ning family, it is obviously a vicious and tricky knife technique, but you beat it so brutally.

Since that's the case, then I'll show you what a real killing technique is! ”

With a squint of eyes, the Ninth Young Master's body bowed, like a crocodile slaughtered out of the water, suddenly passed through Guan Peng's knife shadow, and blasted out with a punch, tricky and Indian, stabbing Guan Peng in the chest.

The pale pupils trembled at high speed, Guan Peng's footsteps were pulled, and at the same time the center of gravity fell, he turned his palm into a fist, and the shadow of the fist surged out.

Very similar to Yang Qing's point sword attack!

Bang bang!

In an instant, the two figures collided several times and punched each other more than fifty times.

The four arms collided endlessly, the black robe and military uniform exploded one after another, and the fragments flew in all directions like fluttering, and the last punch collided, and the two figures quickly retreated and slid away.

Guan Peng lowered his eyes and looked at the bruises on his elbows and wrist joints, which were caused by some hidden fingering techniques in the attack when he and the Ninth Young Master were fighting each other.

If it weren't for the level 8 ordinary punches and kicks that he had just upgraded to not long ago, he would have the defensive power of hard qigong.

I'm afraid that there are not only these bruises on his hands, but also his wrists and elbows have been completely removed by this Ninth Young Master.

"Hard Qigong?" Looking at Guan Peng with a gloomy expression, the Ninth Young Master's tone was full of surprise.

Hard qigong is a kung fu that is difficult and time-consuming to practice, and very few people set foot in this way.

But in fact, this kind of concept is deliberately spread by some secular big families and sects.

Although on the surface, hard qigong is just an ordinary technique that increases the body's defense.

But in fact, after the hard qigong is practiced, the density of the physical body will become more vigorous.

The only benefit of such a call.

That is, the total amount of qi and blood will be nearly 20% more than that of those who have not practiced hard qigong.

"At this age, you have practiced hard qigong, which family are you, report your name, if I know, I can spare your life."

Moving his hands that were shocked by Guan Peng's heavy punches, the Ninth Young Master slowly spoke.

"Grandpa's surname is Guan, when you get down, don't sue the wrong one." Urging the qi and blood to wash and smooth the bruises on his arm, Guan Peng's voice did not fall, and his body had already rushed forward again.

"Off?" Quickly searching the memories in his mind, the ninth young master frowned.

There is a big family with a surname in Qing'an Province, and there is no one with a surname, is it from other provinces?

Here, the ninth young master had an undecided thought in his heart, and the rolling gale was blowing in his face.

Guan Peng pressed down with one palm, like a thousand catties grinding disc on his head, raging the strong wind, blowing on the ninth young master's face was slightly deformed.

Knowing that the strength of this palm was terrifying, the Ninth Young Master gave up the hard connection, flipped his right hand, and the middle finger of his index finger was slightly bent, and the strange fingering technique that was mixed with the fist technique before was about to strike again.

Snort –

Arching his shoulders in front, the Ninth Young Master's chest shrank back, and the whole person shrank by nearly a foot out of thin air, avoiding Guan Peng's mighty and domineering battle, he pointed out, Sen Ran was ruthless, and poked straight at the door.

"I'm just waiting for you to do this!"

With a sharp look in his eyes, Guan Peng's muscles and muscles suddenly tightened, obviously the embarrassment that the old strength had been exhausted and the new strength had not been born, but with the exquisite control of the muscles of the whole body, he squeezed out a force, turned over and spun back, like a battle axe rolling and splitting, and smashed the whip leg on the arm of the Ninth Young Master with a blow.

"Ahh

After being hit by this heavy blow, the Ninth Young Master screamed miserably, and his entire arm was bent at ninety degrees, and he was broken by Guan Peng's kick.

Holding his broken arm, the Ninth Young Master's lips turned white, cold sweat rolled on his forehead, and he stepped back quickly.

Underestimate the enemy!

Although this guy has learned and used ordinary vulgar things, he is extremely simple, but his fist instinct is sharp and scary.

His previous palm was terrifyingly powerful, but the door was wide open, thinking that he was inexperienced and rushed to attack.

Now it seems that it was a trap he set up in advance, leading me to be fooled!

"Very good, since my debut, in the past seven years, I have never been hurt to this point.

In Xia Meng Jiuhai, dare to ask Your Excellency's surname. Holding his broken arm, the Ninth Young Master stared at Guan Peng and spoke seriously.

Looking at Meng Jiuhai, the ninth young master who reported his real name, Guan Peng's expression was calm, and he raised his hand to tear off a few rags on his shoulder:

"I told you, grandpa's surname is Guan."

"Brother Guan's martial arts, simple and powerful, Meng is ashamed of himself, so next, Meng can only use some abilities that do not belong to martial arts, if there is anything wrong, please also ask Brother Guan Haihan."

As he spoke, Meng Jiuhai took out something from his arms.

Looking at the object held in the palm of Meng Jiuhai's hand, Guan Peng's pupils shrank, and his heart was shocked.

This is...... Relic?!

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