Duan Xu, the younger brother of the monarch of Bai Zhao, the first warrior of Bai Zhao, was named the king of Zhenwu.

Although the inheritance of the monarch's lineage on the road of cultivation has been cut off, this one seems to have found another way, and after the completion of the forging body, he did not take the path of building a foundation in a hundred days, but continued to refine and forge the body, until the internal force penetrates the bone marrow and condenses the outside. At this point, it is no worse than the ordinary Nazhen monks. Even compared to the early Nazhen monks who were limited by the limited number of natal spells and had incomplete functions, they still had a great advantage in their fighting methods.

According to Meng Tongchen's martial arts knowledge that has been supplemented recently, this Zhenwu King is actually a real martial arts monk, corresponding to the Xuanmen monk's Nazhen realm, and his current realm can be called the innate realm. It's just that Duan Xu's inheritance may not be complete, and it is really difficult to improve it in the future.

Meng Tongchen looked Duan Xu up and down for a while, and said with a smile: "I heard that the virtuous nephew intends to find me to compete?" Although Duan Xu is obviously much older than Meng Tongchen, but Meng Tongchen and Jiang Xian are peers, so he can only regard himself as a nephew.

"I don't dare to say that I will compete, but I just ask Uncle Shi for some advice. "Duan Xu Lishu did a very thoughtful job, as a monarch, he knew more about cultivators than other body forging martial artists. Although he thought that his strength was not weaker than most of the Nazhen monks, he had always been humble enough in the face of real monks, especially the disciples of the Netherworld.

"It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, Senior Brother Meng might as well be here to point out my nephew in this world. Jiang Xian smiled and said, "Mozhu Hanmei, lead your uncle and brother to the martial arts stage." ”

Two Taoist children led the way, and Meng Tongchen and Duan Xu followed. Bypassing the antechamber and passing through a small bamboo forest, the view suddenly widens. This is a clearing surrounded by bamboo forests on all sides, and it looks like it is just ordinary land that has been leveled and tamped, but Meng Tongchen can see at a glance that this clearing is all paved with Genglingjian soil, and the solidity is not inferior to Jinshi. Although this kind of spiritual soil is not a valuable spiritual material, it is definitely not low to spread it all over the martial arts arena with a diameter of twenty zhang.

Is this kind of expatriate branch deacon so oily? Meng Tongchen somehow flashed this thought in his mind.

Duan Xu had already walked to the other end of the clearing and stood still, looked back at Meng Tongchen, and bowed his hand and said, "Little nephew, I'll ask my uncle for advice." ”

Meng Tongchen put one hand behind his back and one hand in front of his mouth and said, "Please." ”

Since he is now the identity of his uncle, he naturally will not strike first.

"Uncle Shi has paid attention. Duan Xu opened his mouth to remind, and then strode forward, and at the same time waved his fists continuously, and the majestic energy broke through the air.

Dense like raindrops of fist strength attacked, if it was a battlefield against the enemy, Meng Tongchen would naturally not take this fist strength that was barely equivalent to the power of a second-order spell seriously. But at this time, Meng Tongchen still remembered his plan to challenge the martial artist, so he didn't use spells, just transported his true qi, pushed his palms forward, and his own three-foot qi wall condensed, and the majestic fist hit it like a mud cow entering the sea, and all disappeared without a trace.

In the blink of an eye, Duan Xu had already rushed into the distance of ten zhang around Meng Tongchen's body, at this distance, the speed of his punch was slightly slower, but his strength increased. Before reaching the qi wall, more than a dozen fists violently joined and condensed one, turning into a heavy fist mark and slamming on the qi wall.

The qi wall broke in response, but it also blocked the fist mark slightly, and Meng Tongchen immediately waved the sleeves of his robe, and another layer of qi was swung out. The fist mark smashed on it, as if it hit a ball of cotton, and it was weak and forceless, and it held all the strength of the fist.

Meng Tongchen's right hand struck outward, and the fist immediately flew out diagonally, breaking a lot of green bamboo.

At this time, Xu had rushed to a distance of no more than five zhang, and he immediately sank his waist and smashed out with a heavy punch. This punch was swung, and a layer of purple-gold brilliance lit up on the surface of the fist, and in the blink of an eye, it crossed the distance of five zhang and hit Meng Tongchen's chest. At this distance, as soon as Duan Xufang punched, Meng Tongchen felt a strong wind blowing in his face. When the purple-gold fist smashed into front of him, he was almost suffocated by the breath of the fist wind.

It was definitely not a pleasant thing for Monk Nazhen to be rushed to such a close distance by an innate martial artist.

When Duan Xu's punch almost rubbed Meng Tongchen's chest clothes, the ground under his feet exploded violently. The majestic energy rose into the sky, and the foothold collapsed, and Duan Xu's fist was suddenly frustrated.

His fist strength slowed down slightly, but Meng Tongchen had already deceived himself.

This was somewhat unexpected by Duan Xu, although Meng Tongchen was not much weaker than him when he first entered the innate with his powerful divine thoughts. But after all, there is a specialization in the art industry, and in this kind of hand-to-hand combat, the Nazhen monk is always weaker than the innate martial artist. Therefore, even if you don't use spells, pulling away and relying on true qi to attack from a distance should be the standard response.

Although surprised, Duan Xu's reaction was still not slow, he changed his body shape in the air, and kicked his feet in a row. Although he was in mid-air and lacked strength, he tried his best to urge a vicious kick, and the power was still good.

Meng Tongchen's feet slipped, and his body leaned back to avoid Duan Xu's sharp kick. Then the body bounced up and threw a punch.

This punch is not exquisite, it is one of the methods of forging the body in the courtyard of the Netherworld Palace, but the magic is that it can mobilize all the strength of the body and fully temper the body.

Now Meng Tongchen's punch is blasted out, as if an angry dragon is out of the abyss, and the power is unprecedented. Duan Xu's figure twisted in the air, turned his hand and pressed lightly, and suddenly jumped up again with the momentum of his fist. Immediately, his body stagnated in mid-air, and each palm slapped a purple gold palm print, and then his body pounced violently, and with the momentum of falling, he slammed down with a palm print.

The purple-gold light on Duan Xu's right palm was magnificent, and he could barely see the essence of flesh and blood, and he caught up with the first two palm prints in the air one after another, and his power was even more multiplied. Under the shroud of the palm wind, Meng Tongchen almost had the feeling of the mountains pressing down.

This palm is indeed not something that Meng Tongchen's half-baked martial arts can deal with. So he slowly raised his hand, and his life and death true qi was running rapidly, and his palm suddenly became black and white. A palm was slapped out, and the black and white true qi flowed with the trend. Duan Xu's palm was imprinted on it, and the black qi was dead, sweeping away the powerful palm power layer by layer, and the white qi breeded, causing the three palm forces to clash with each other.

It was just a black and white true qi, life and death went hand in hand, and Duan Xu's fierce palm power was wiped out in an instant. There was only an ordinary palm left, and Meng Tongchen raised his hand and struck each other, making a crisp sound.

Duan Xu took advantage of the momentum to jump away and arched his hand: "Uncle Shi is really a good means. The true qi consumed by Meng Tongchen was only fifty percent of the amount of the true qi consumed by his palm, and he didn't use any magic, purely relying on the true qi of life and death to circulate wonderfully. Although it was slightly different from the original intention of martial arts, it was genuine that he easily defeated him with the same cultivation, so he couldn't accept it.

It's just that King Zhenwu is a powerful country, and naturally he has his pride. After saluting, Duan Xu spoke again: "The little nephew once got a mutilated martial arts book in the past, and the remnants of the divine will in it demonstrated a fist technique for the little nephew. The little nephew has been practicing hard for several years, and now he finally reluctantly introduces that style of boxing, and asks his uncle for advice. ”

This punch is also the opportunity for him to step into the innate realm, and it can be regarded as his real trick to press the bottom of the box. After practicing, except for one time when facing a second-order demon beast, he never made a move in actual combat.

"You can just give it a try. Meng Tongchen is also very generous, he has just seen the use of the innate master's strength, which is very valuable for him, and now Duan Xu may use the peerless skill at the bottom of the box, and he is even more happy to see the hunt, so naturally he will not stop it.

"Uncle Shi has paid attention. Duan Xu took a deep breath, shouted again, and slowly pushed out a punch.

Compared to the previous swift fights, this punch was indeed too slow. And with his slow movements, Duan Xu's face was bruised, as if something was pulling his fist, the burden was more than a thousand pounds, and even he, an innate martial artist, felt extremely difficult. At the same time, the majestic wind roared around him, and a dragon with teeth and claws faintly formed.

This punch is a little stronger than expected. Meng Tongchen only had time to think of this thought. Then he saw that Duan Xu seemed to have finally overcome the heavy burden, and his fist quickly crossed the last distance. And the dragon-shaped wind rushed out first, and the blood basin opened its mouth, and it was about to swallow Meng Tongchen in one gulp.

The true air flow of life and death overflowed, and a slight shock crushed the majestic wind. But the fist mark that followed was a hundred times more powerful than it.

With a punch, the purple gold gang slanted out, and suddenly turned into a purple gold dragon, with two horns on its top and distinct scales and teeth. A few zhang away, there was a high aura around Meng Tongchen's body, obviously this blow could only be resisted, and it could not be dodged.

This punch has already gained artistic conception. Corresponding to the third realm of martial arts cultivation of the Xuanmen monks' artistic conception, the artistic conception of the gods.

In fact, Duan Xu said just now that he should have known when he saw the remnants of the divine mind in the martial arts scriptures practicing the boxing technique, and for martial arts cultivation, those who can leave their own thoughts in the martial arts scriptures are at least the great masters who have achieved divine will. Duan Xu forcibly refined this style of boxing that far exceeded his current realm, and if he really got a complete inheritance, his future would be unpredictable.

But those are all things for the future, and what Meng Tongchen is currently facing is a punch that has reached the point in front of him.

In terms of realm, this punch is comparable to a sixth-order spell. However, Duan Xu's body was far from reaching that level, and on the whole, it was probably better than a fourth-order spell.

Meng Tongchen's spell was not too difficult to deal with a fourth-order powerful fist. However, just by sparring with a small cultivator who is equivalent to the first or second layer of Nazhen, the thunder sound calming bell was revealed, and Meng Tongchen felt that it was a bit of a fuss to do so.

Of course, except for the Yansheng Injection Death Mantra, which is the most consistent with the True Qi of Life and Death, Meng Tongchen's comprehension of the True Qi of Life and Death has always been the most intuitive reflection in the Yansheng Injection Death Mantra. And the refinement of the Death Curse will inevitably lead to the advancement of the True Qi of Life and Death, and it would be too much to deliberately seal it without it.

So Meng Tongchen raised his hands and rolled out a circle in the air. The black and white true qi is connected end to end in a ring and flies out.