"Eight-rank martial apprentice?"

Su Xiaomo, Tian Qi and the other disciples' faces changed slightly.

The difference between the fourth rank and the eighth grade is too much, can he win the second senior brother?

Lu Qianqian's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "Master, the opponent is too strong, let me fight." ”

Mo Shangfei's strength made her not think that the second junior brother could win the battle.

Jun Changxiao took out the seat from the space ring and sat down, tapped his fingers on the armrest, and said, "As a senior sister, no matter when and where, you must have enough confidence in your junior brother. ”

Lu Qianqian was silent and stood behind with all the junior brothers.

"Although Li Qingyang's qualifications are good, Mo Shangfei of the Holy Spring Sect is also a top-grade spiritual root, and there is no chance of winning by sending him up. ”

"The Iron Bone Sect is the only one disciple who can handle it, right?"

The leaders of the Qin Alliance and the heads of the various factions sneered.

Such a good opportunity, if you don't mock the iron bone faction, how can you stand that bad breath in Xingyue Tower.

Of course.

They don't think Li Qingyang is bad.

But with the same qualifications and the same excellence, Mo Shangfei is much stronger than the other party regardless of resources and mentors.

"This Qingyang City is only talented on the first day, if you join the Cangshan Sect, you must also be an inner disciple, and your achievements will definitely be stronger than now. ”

"Hey, what a waste of such good qualifications. ”

The bigwigs of all factions regretted it.

Actually?

It's just a different way to mock the Iron Bone faction, and sarcastically mock and destroy people.

Xie Guangkun said secretly: "More than two months ago, Li Qingyang was only ten stages of the pulse, but now that he has entered the fourth rank of martial arts, his growth rate is already good, you are really a group of blind people." ”

It's not about being blind, it's about being black for the sake of being black.

Jun Changxiao ignored the ridicule of others, looked into the distance intentionally or unintentionally, and vaguely saw a flash of light, and said secretly: "The sin is also here." ”

Yes.

Xiao Sinji is also there.

He was lying on a high slope 800 meters away, his body was wrapped in grass, one eye was attached to the lens, and the muzzle of the Type 88 sniper rifle was already aimed at Mo Shangfei.

During the training in the field, Xiao Sinji heard the news of the battle contract and rushed to it in advance.

He had been lying in the grass for a day and a night, and even the three Martial Sect powerhouses never thought that there would be a ghost sniper lurking in the shadows.

Master.

The gun is ready.

Whoever you refer to, who the disciple hits.

Ye Xingchen lay on the stone in the distance, and said secretly: "If it weren't for the Emperor Ben performing the Taixuan True Sutra to hide your breath, would you really think that lying in the grass would not know the ghosts?"

......

"Holy Spring Sect, Mo Shangfei. ”

Mo Shangfei reported his name lightly, with disdain in his tone and eyes.

He had heard of Li Qingyang, but he didn't take it seriously, after all, if he joined the Sect, he would definitely be slowly assimilated into garbage.

Names were exchanged and the battle should have begun.

However, the third elder said: "The head of the family, the fists and feet have no eyes, if my disciple hurts your disciple, please bear more." ”

Is this telling yourself that the guy will be very violent when he waits?

Jun Chang shook his head with a smile, and arched his hand: "If my disciple hurts your disciple, I will also take care of your sect." ”

Qin Haoran and the others rolled their eyes.

A four-grade can hurt eight-grade, which is definitely a joke.

The third elder didn't bother to laugh with Jun Chang, but said lightly: "You can start." ”

As soon as the words of "brush ————" fell, Mo Shangfei stepped forward, and his right fist, which gathered spiritual power, bombarded it with a powerful force.

Soon, very suddenly!

"Bang!" Li Qingyang didn't have time to dodge, and hurriedly crossed his hands and took the opponent's punch.

"Oooo

He retreated more than ten steps and barely stabilized himself.

Judging from the degree of spiritual energy rippling in the air, that guy punched over, at least 20,000 catties!

"Whew!"

Li Qingyang shook his slightly numb arm.

"Huh?" Mo Shangfei withdrew his fist and said in surprise: "You can resist my Wind Fist, and your face does not change, and your physical defense is okay." ”

"Still. ”

He smiled and said, "How many times can you resist again?"

"Brush!"

Rush with your body in a hurry!

Before the person arrived, the left and right fists were swung out frequently, and with the blessing of spiritual power, they turned into fist shadows.

The Fan Pin Intermediate Wind Fist is known for its speed and fierceness, and Mo Shangfei has comprehended it to the extreme, and this display has attracted the amazement of the Qin Alliance Lord and others.

Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi's faces changed in shock.

With such fast fist speed and strength, if you change to yourself, you can't dodge it at all, and you will definitely be embarrassed!

Li Qingyang frowned slightly, and crossed his arms together again, but after listening to a few 'bang bang bang' sounds, all the powerful fist shadows followed, and his body also retreated step by step.

"Step!"

It wasn't until he retreated to the edge of the martial arts arena and stepped on the stone slab with one foot that he stabilized his body.

Mo Shangfei, who was unforgiving, quickly followed, volleyed into the air, and his right fist was blessed with spiritual power, and a flashing light blasted over.

This blow is very strong!

The leaders of the Qin Alliance and the heads of the various factions instantly judged that Li Qingyang could not dodge left and right now, and he could either retreat or take a hard connection head-on.

Retreat is equal to defeat.

And after resisting a few punches in a row, if you go to a hard connection, you will inevitably be injured!

At this time, they hoped that Li Qingyang would retreat, because it was equivalent to defeat, and he lost without making a move at the beginning, and he could definitely be ridiculed.

Jun Changxiao has regular finger beating, not panicked deliberately, but the mood is really stable!

"Step!"

At this moment, Li Qingyang slammed on the ground with one foot, closed his right fist in his abdomen, and spiritual power frantically poured into his arm from the meridians, and the dazzling light converged in his fist.

"Burst Punch!"

With a cold drink, his right fist suddenly burst out, and at the same time, a wind whirlpool was instantly formed under his feet about a meter away.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of crackling came, resounding in the martial arts arena, like a string of firecrackers being ignited, which surprised everyone's faces.

"Boom!"

In the blink of an eye, Li Qingyang's fist carrying the power of the explosion directly hit Mo Shangfei's fist and knocked it out.

"Oooo

The inner disciple of the Holy Spring Sect staggered to the ground, retreating more than twenty meters before he struggled to stabilize himself, and there was a strong pain in his right fist that was fighting against him, and his eyes were filled with shock.

The strength of the Wind Fist that he condensed has reached 22,000 catties, and he is completely inferior when he fights head-on!

The Qin Alliance Master and the others, who had already planned how to laugh at the lines of the Iron Bone Sect, were stunned one by one when they saw Mo Shangfei being beaten back.

It's incredible that the situation just now can turn things around!

Burst Punch?

What kind of martial art is this, why haven't you heard of it!

With the cultivation of a fourth-grade martial artist, to repel an eight-rank martial artist who casts the Wind Fist, will it be a medium-grade level boxing method?

Standing on the high slope, watching the night star, he was secretly shocked: "This punch method is by no means simple!"

"Brush!" Suddenly, Li Qingyang rushed over, and at the same time, his right fist turned into a palm knife, pouring spiritual power into his palm, and his hand swung violently in the void like a knife.

"Whoa, whoa!"

In an instant, three crescent-like streamers, dragging arc light, burst out from three directions, leaving a faint light and shadow wherever they passed.

This is......

That's right, I chop!!

Xie Guangkun exclaimed, "Spiritual power-type martial art!"

Qin Haoran and the heads of the various factions widened their eyes, and their eyes finally flashed with shock!

Even the three elders of the Holy Spring Sect, who were sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai platform, almost couldn't help but stand up when they saw Li Qingyang slashing out three crescent moon streamers with his knife in his hand!

Psychic martial arts.

They also have the Holy Spring Sect, but the lowest level is also a mid-grade high-level, and only a martial artist can control it, and the weak cyclone of the martial disciple dantian is extremely difficult to display!

Jun Chang smiled and imitated the appearance of the fifth elder, put one leg on the other, and said with a faint smile: "You won't be so surprised, right?"