The defeat of the Wudang disciples made the scene a little deserted, although everyone was surprised by Mao San's strength, but the game still had to continue. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Senior brother, it seems that this person is the strongest disciple of the Kunlun Sect. I guess they sent the recent disciples in the first place to get a few more points!Look what we should do!" A Shaolin disciple said to Juexin, the leader of Shaolin this time.

"It's okay that the leaders of the other sects are not stupid, they will take action!" Juexin said.

Which Shaolin disciple didn't say anything when he heard Juexin say this.

Of course, the other sects are not stupid, and it is impossible for the Kunlun sect to brush up points like this. This beggar gang sent the strongest of their second-rate disciples!

In the uproar of everyone, the competition between Mao San and the disciples of the beggar gang began.

The disciples of the beggar gang are all wearing ragged clothes and hats, but as martial arts people, it does not mean that they have no appearance at all, and they are basically clean and tidy.

This person slowly walked up to Mao San and said, "Are you the strongest of Kunlun's second-rate disciples this time?"

"Huh??" Mao San didn't react for a while when he heard this, how could he be the strongest? Where are the two perverts standing and watching the play!

Before Mao San could explain, the disciple of the beggar gang said lightly: "Whether you are the strongest disciple of Kunlun or not, you will lose!"

Hearing this, Mao San's eyebrows moved, and he thought: "Who is this person! Although the other party's firm tone made Mao San a little uneasy, this idea was immediately left behind by Mao San, who is Mao San, he doesn't care about these things at all.

"Senior Brother Zhengxin, the strength of the people who came to power this time is not ordinary!" Zhang Jie said to Zhengxin.

Zhengxin frowned, nodded, and didn't speak.

Zhang Jie saw that Zhengxin didn't say anything, and Zhang Jie also looked at the ring!

Just as the two were discussing, the two in the ring had already exchanged hands.

"Ho!"

Nebeg helped the disciple lift his strength, his eyes instantly lit up, and a golden air flow emerged from his clenched fist, like two curved lines wrapped around the hands of the Nebeg Gang disciple.

As soon as his feet moved, the disciples of the beggar gang were faster than seven or eight meters away, and they attacked Mao San with a crazy attack.

"Hmm, Senior Brother Wang Hao, what kind of fist is this, it looks very powerful!" A Kunlun disciple saw this situation and asked Wang Hao.

"This fist seems very familiar, but it is impossible! Where is this person qualified to learn which fist?" replied with a questioning face.

Facing the shadow of the fist in the sky, Mao San took all his faces, drew a circle on each hand, and pushed out horizontally with the magic of King Kong.

Bang!

Violent internal forces erupted, bursting sounds came from the air, and smoke and dust rose from the ground.

At the same time, a figure jumped out of the smoke.

What kind of beggar gang disciple!

He had just jumped up, and on top of his casserole-like fists, two small golden dragons could be faintly seen wrapped around him. I saw his figure stretch out and roared.

"Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending!"

Puff puff..................!!!

The sharp air flow rubbed the air, rendering a faint golden air current, like an invincible divine dragon raising its head. Invincible in the world!

As the referee of this time, Jue Wu was shocked when he saw this scene, and said secretly: "How can this eighteen dragon-descending palms appear on this person?

Seeing this scene, not to mention what happened to the other people of the Kunlun Sect! Even a calm person like Zhengxin was shocked!

Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon! That is a peerless study that has been handed down from generation to generation, and it is the martial arts of the beggar gang town. How can this second-rate disciple who belongs to the secret technique of not being passed on be qualified to learn this mastery, even if he does not care about the qualifications, he is not a master who can learn it! How on earth did this person learn to learn it?

"No!" a voice reached everyone's ears, and everyone looked at it, and the person who spoke was Wang Hao.

"I have the privilege of seeing the Eighteen Dragon Descending Palms cast by Xiao Yuan, the leader of the Nebeg Gang, and its power is incomparable, and what this person has used is really much worse than that. The small courtyard is a yellow dragon that is several feet high. It's definitely not that this person has exerted less than a foot!" Wang Hao seemed to see something!

Finally, it was the abbot of Shaolin who was well-informed!

"This person is really talented! What he performs is a simplified version of the Eighteen Palms of the Beggars Gang Descending the Dragon, which is simplified from Xiao Feng and Xiao Daxia thousands of years ago from the Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon, this exercise can be said to be a mastery that is not a peerless technique!

When everyone heard this, they knew that this exercise was originally created by Xiao Feng, and it seemed that this person was from the Xiao Shi clan!

Not much to say, from the reactions of the audience outside the venue, everyone knew that they were all shocked by the name of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descendant!

In the venue!

Mao San didn't care about him, what was not the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending.

I just think that this person's strength should not be underestimated. So he performed the Vajra Prajna Divine Skill that entered the holy realm. Where did the beggar gang disciples who cast the eighteen palms of the dragon descend fight!

Vajra Prajna is the top existence in a defensive technique. Not to mention the Vajra Prajna Divine Skill that entered the Holy Realm, this technique seemed to come alive under Mao San's performance, and derived many wonderful uses, all of which steadily blocked the eighteen palms of the beggar disciple's dragon descending.

"Rigidity and softness are one, and the magic is endless! This is the realm of transcendent holiness!" shouted a man with vision!

When everyone heard this man's words, they also gasped!

The face of the disciple of the beggar gang was gloomy, at this moment he had already cast the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, I thought that this Mao San should not be his enemy under his palm, but he didn't expect that he could not hurt this hair by casting the eighteen palms of the dragon descending palm. This Mao San's strength was also beyond his expectations!

"Eighteen palms of the dragon! See the dragon in the field!"

This beggar disciple's face was straight, and he mustered up his internal strength and showed a fatal trick to Mao San!

At this moment, Mao San didn't feel anything, but he just felt that this person's strength was really good!

Faced with a dangerous situation, Mao San smiled. After this period of meridian training, Mao San finally opened up a meridian, and Mao San showed all his strength. With the nineteen-layer internal force eruption, the Vajra Prajna Divine Skill blasted at the disciples of the Beggar Gang with a punch!

Boom Boom .......Boom Boom

Clusters of air currents erupted in the arena, smoke and dust rose on the field, and for a while, no one knew what was going on in the ring!

Gradually, the air flow on the stage calmed down.

Who wins and who loses?