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The bonfire was blazing, stretching the shadow of the stone sky very long, and he looked at the Zen stone in front of him calmly, wearing a coarse white robe stained with blood, and his black hair was lightly raised.

All around, some clan girls couldn't help but light up, and the stone sky at this moment seemed to have a strange demeanor, which made people sway.

Zen Shi frowned, the young man opposite was a little unusually calm, he was faintly uneasy, but he quickly extinguished this distracting thought, and said, "Didn't you hear me?"

"I've seen you. "Er," Shikong said.

Zen Shi was a little inexplicable, he didn't have the slightest impression of the young man in front of him, when did the other party see him.

On the back of the four-eared elk, the young man sitting at the end moved his eyes slightly, then raised his eyebrows, and said, "Zen stone, go all out." ”

What the!

Chan Shi almost couldn't believe his ears, Chan Shan actually let him go all out, just for the sake of the ordinary-looking young man in front of him, almost fourteen years old, obviously because his physical talent was too weak, and he was not favored by the masters of the tribal mountain city academy and stayed in the clan.

At this time, the elder of the Qiu Chan clan, Zen Dong, glanced at Shi Kong deeply, and from the opening of the Zen Mountain, he seemed to understand something, but he was not sure for the time being, and he could only understand it when the two of them really fought.

"If this Zen stone is shot with all its might, how can this son withstand it. ”

"At a young age, this young man who seeks Zen is too gloomy. ”

This is Wu Zhu of the Flower Shadow Clan talking to several clan elders, and his words are not very polite.

Some clan teenagers also looked sideways, feeling that the teenager on the back of the four-eared elk was a little excessive, and he had already pushed everyone in the Qinglian clan's young generation, and he was so ruthless, it was really a little too much to say.

Qiu Chan Clan's Elder frowned, his eyes swept over the flowers, and his pupils showed a little dissatisfaction, but it was inconvenient to say anything, as long as the young generation of the Qinglian clan was completely suppressed today, most of this clan would be difficult to survive for a long time, and he Qiu Chan was the closest to the Qinglian Clan, and they could undoubtedly get the richest part of this piece of meat.

On the back of the four-eared elk, Zen Shan's eyes moved, he just seemed to see the young man in the blood-stained robe showing a smile towards him, and it seemed to be an illusion, and when he looked again, he didn't find anything, the young man was still calm, just looking at the Zen stone in front of him, without the slightest intention of taking the initiative.

An inexplicable chill suddenly appeared in his heart, Zen Shan was sure that it was not an illusion before, so it seemed that the young man was beyond his estimates.

......

In front of the clearing.

Zen Shi's eyes gradually turned cold, and the young man opposite seemed to be despising him, not taking his words to heart, and talking about other things, which was obviously a kind of teasing.

"I feel very bad about you, you are embarrassing yourself, next, I will go all out, once the fist realm is launched, it will be difficult to stop, if you can't take this punch, you will either die or be injured, you can quit now It's too late, I didn't hear what I said before, but you have to ask me to kowtow to the Zen clan to forgive you for your previous offense." ”

Zen Shi stared at the stone sky, in the sea of Huang Ting's qi, the internal force began to flow, and the qi and blood in the body also began to boil, and slowly, there was a compelling momentum rising from his body, and he was pressing towards the stone sky from afar.

"You have a sense of superiority. Shi Kong calmly spoke, his eyes becoming deeper and deeper, and said, "You only have this one chance to punch." ”

Well!

Zen Shi was stunned for a moment, and then he sneered, the young man's face was a little hideous, and he said coldly: "The victory or defeat is not said, since you insist on this, if you unfortunately die, you are also to blame, and you have no worries about others!"

Call!

As the last word fell, the Zen stone stepped forward, like a storm swept in, and the distance of ten zhang was almost crossed in an instant.

Woo!

He punched out, and his momentum soared, and vaguely, everyone seemed to see a majestic Arhat again, and he raised his fist with a bowl, and where the fist passed, the air suddenly gave birth to a dull roar.

"Be careful!"

A clan girl couldn't bear it and shouted in a low voice.

And more clan teenagers watched coldly, in their opinion, this Qinglian clan teenager was too ignorant of advancing and retreating, how could this punch be so simple, even if he was killed by a punch, it could only be fate, and he would kill himself.

Don't......

The Elder of the Qiu Chan Clan had been secretly paying attention to the Great Elder of the Qinglian Clan and the others, and at this time he finally noticed that something was wrong, they were too calm, and they didn't have the slightest worry at all, did they think that the young man in their clan would not be defeated?

Zen doesn't believe it, even if it's really the boy who came back alive, it's just like Zen stone, he has initially comprehended the artistic conception and stepped into the threshold of the potential.

......

Zen Shi's fist was magnifying, enveloping a strong wind, and there was a white internal force floating on the fist, forming an extremely strong oppression.

Not far away, some clan teenagers held their breath, and the rudiments of the fist derived from the Great Arhat Fist, even if they were a few feet away, there was a heavy mental pressure.

The stone did not move, a touch of coldness flashed in Zen Shi's eyes, is it still a rotten wood after all? In the face of his fist rudiment, he didn't even react at all, this was suppressed spirit, and he felt that he was struggling.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Zen Shi's mouth, his fist quickened, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the place in front of Shi Kong's body.

The black hair was raised back, and Shi Kong looked at the fist that was close in front of him, and his calm eyes finally set off a trace of waves.

He slowly raised a palm, too slowly, almost everyone could catch a clear trajectory, but it seemed to be very fast, because in an instant, it broke through the layers of air, silently, and intercepted in front of Zen Shi's fist.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, and in between, a cloud of air exploded, giving rise to a high-pitched gas.

What the!

Zen Shi was stunned, the other party's seemingly insipid palm, actually ignored the oppression of his fist rudiment, and accurately intercepted in front of his fist, this is unimaginable, could it be that the other party has watched their Great Arhat Fist of the Zen Clan thousands of times?

The most important thing is that at the moment when the fists and palms intersected, Zen Shi clearly felt that his fist power was like a mud cow entering the sea, and he failed to shake the palm in front of him.

"Blocked?"

"Actually ignored the rudimentary fist of the young man of the Qiu Zen clan?"

Several clan elders glanced at each other, and a little surprise appeared in the depths of their pupils, at this time, they also saw that this young man of the Qinglian clan was not simple, and now it seemed that the other party's grasp of the aura was meticulous, so that they had not been able to directly peek into his cultivation before.

At this time, on the back of the four-eared elk, the folds between Zen Shan's eyebrows became deeper, and he felt that something was wrong, since this punch was useless, why did Zen Shi not retreat, but stalemate there with the other party, which was obviously not normal.

Zen Shan didn't know that Zen Shi was bitter at this moment, his fist was pinched the moment it fell into the palm of the opponent's hand, and the other party's five fingers were like iron tongs, clasping his fist tightly, no matter how hard he exerted, it was difficult to break free, and he couldn't even make the opponent's arm tremble.

"I don't think I should kowtow. ”

Abruptly, Shi Kong spoke, his tone was flat, but when he fell into the ears of Zen Shi at this time, it was like a thunderclap, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition. (Ask for recommendation votes, ask for collections!)