Lin Hao didn't use all his strength for the punch he had just struck.

Only thirty percent of the power of the true dragon has broken a thousand catties.

The killer of the Goryeo dark list, 'Black Crow', was abolished by such a punch.

Feng Zhihong, on the other hand, resisted this punch stubbornly, only three meters back.

Seeing this, Lin Hao nodded and sighed secretly.

'They are also mid-level martial artists, Feng Zhihong's strength and defense are far better than those of black and white crows. This must have something to do with his long-term practice of Taoist minds.

Compared with the two, the martial arts of Goryeo are obviously inferior to the ancient martial arts of Huaxia!"

The world's martial arts, out of China.

This sentence is not groundless!

Opposite, Feng Zhihong frowned in contemplation.

In just a few seconds, several thoughts had flashed through his heart.

'The surname Lin has a lot of strength. I used 700 pounds of strength for the punch just now, and he was still able to catch it. I was even repelled several steps by him.

Don't...... He's also a martial artist?'

No, no way!

When I was thirteen years old, I entered the Taiyue Sect and practiced the authentic Taoist mind.

At the age of fifteen, he started boxing, and when he was thirty years old, he stepped into the threshold of martial arts.

After that, it took another twelve years to become a mid-level martial artist.

Among them, the hardships are not enough for outsiders.

And Lin Hao, a teenage doll, even if he started practicing martial arts from his mother's womb, it is impossible for him to become a martial artist!

Among them, there must be fraud!

"Hmph, Feng wants to see what secrets you are hiding!" Feng Zhihong shook his spirit and rekindled his fighting spirit.

He roared angrily, kicked his feet to the ground suddenly, and his body suddenly jumped eight or nine meters high.

With the help of the lifting power of his strength, Feng Zhihong briefly stayed in the air and stopped for a few seconds.

His two arms were shrouded in a faint white aura.

The muscles bulged suddenly, like molten iron poured out, full of power.

"Handsome, this is Feng Ye's real strength. If I were so powerful, I would be willing to die!" Several bodyguards looked at them with admiration and couldn't help but praise loudly.

Meng Xiang crossed his hands on his hips, triumphant.

"Haha, the top master of the Taiyue Sect is not in vain.

Lin Hao, today next year will be your death day! Lao Tzu will burn incense and paper to pay tribute to you!"

In the eyes of several bodyguards and Meng Xiang, Feng Zhihong was repelled by Lin Hao just now, which was purely an accident.

Now, Feng Ye has shown his real strength, and Lin Hao will definitely die!

"Suffer death!" Feng Zhihong shouted angrily.

Then, his body fell from mid-air.

It was like a crane in the clouds, with a fierce killing intent, and pounced on Lin Hao.

This style of 'cloud crane singing pine', swift and mighty, is the killer move of Taiyue Sect.

Feng Zhihong tried his best to break through a thousand catties with the strength of his arms.

He believed that even a boulder the size of a grinding disc could be smashed by himself.

Looking at Lin Hao again, he always had an indifferent face and a calm gaze.

I saw that he raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and struck out ......

A series of movements, unremarkable, but lightning fast!

'Ah, that's fast!'

Feng Zhihong's eyes froze, and his face was shocked.

Lin Hao's fist was 'the last to come first' and attacked him first.

Seeing that the fist that was as white as jade smashed into his chest, Feng Zhihong didn't have time to resist at all.

'Bang-'

Feng Zhihong's chest shook violently, as if he had been hit hard by a running bull, and the pain was unbearable.

In the next second, his body was like a kite with a broken string, flying upside down more than ten meters away.

And then, hit the ground again!

Just now, the punch that Lin Hao threw used the power of the real dragon.

The surging energy set off gusts of wind, blowing the grass to fall down.

In the field, the cold wind howled and the dust flew.

The three bodyguards hurriedly raised their hands, covered their eyes, and their expressions became awe-inspiring.

Even after a distance of more than 100 meters, they could feel a chill that chilled through their bone marrow.

That's, murderous!

"The battle of the ancient warriors is simply terrifying!"

"Master Feng, how are you?" Meng Xiang squinted, his voice full of worry.

At this time, Feng Zhihong was lying in the grass, his face was bloodless, and his eyes were dull.

His shirt was completely torn apart by the fierce force.

On the chest, a large hole in the mouth of the bowl suddenly appeared. Bloody, Bai Sensen's ribs, clearly visible!

"That wound is...... Fist print!"

The bodyguards were stunned, their hairs standing on end, and they couldn't believe their eyes.

Meng Xiang was even more frightened and his legs weakened and he sat down on the ground.

"it...... Feng Ye, lost?!"

In the hearts of the Meng family, Feng Zhihong is a god-like existence, representing the safety of the Meng family.

However, he was abolished by Lin Hao!

"One punch injured a middle-level martial artist, Lin Hao's strength is too terrifying!" Several bodyguards were afraid to escape.

At this time, Feng Zhihong used the acupoint technique to stop the bleeding of the wound.

He struggled to sit up and looked at Lin Hao's gaze, full of deep fear.

"Hey, I still underestimated Lin Hao's strength.

The punch he made just now was extremely powerful, not to mention the weight of a thousand catties.

Could it be ...... Lin Hao is not a martial artist, but a martial arts master?'

Martial artist, what he cultivates is external strength, qi strength to protect the body, like gold and iron.

Punch out, and the power is thousands of pounds.

And Wu Zong, what he cultivates is internal strength, his energy is released outward, and he kills people in a hundred steps.

The power of one punch can reach tens of thousands of catties!

'No, Lin Hao can't be a martial artist.

He is only seventeen years old, how can there ever be a seventeen-year-old grandmaster in the world?'

Feng Zhihong shook his head, feeling that his previous thoughts were very absurd.

You must know that the Taiyue Sect where he is located, for more than a hundred years, there have only been two grandmasters in total.

These two people are extremely smart and unborn martial arts geniuses.

And when they stepped into the realm of grandmasters, they were all after the age of forty.

As the saying goes, Wu Zong is like a dragon!

This sentence not only illustrates the terrifying strength of the Martial Dao Grandmaster, but also shows its rarity.

Feng Zhihong believes that Lin Hao cannot be a grandmaster. However, his strength is definitely stronger than himself.

Faced with such a young martial arts wizard, he could only bow his head and admit defeat.

Feng had no eyes and offended Mr. Lin. Please also ask the gentleman to be gracious and let me go. I am willing to give 10 million, please Mr. Lin to calm his anger!"

As he spoke, Feng Zhihong knelt down and kowtowed.

Seeing this, Meng Xiang was dumbfounded.

MMP！

You are Lao Tzu's helper who came to deal with Lin Hao.

Now, you've surrendered and thrown in the towel.

Lin Hao...... The cliff will kill me!

Meng Xiang was so anxious that he stomped his feet and shouted: "Feng Ye, hurry up, you can't admit defeat!"

"Shut up, you know a fart about the ancient martial arts world!" Feng Zhihong didn't look back, and drank coldly.

In the ancient martial arts world, we believe in the iron law of 'the strong are respected, and strength is king'.

No matter what age, origin, status, wealth......

Whoever has a hard fist is the boss!

"Just 10 million, you want me to calm my anger?" Lin Hao scoffed.

Feng Zhihong hurriedly said: "It's me Meng Lang, Mr. Lin, I am willing to give 20 million." Plus...... Ten of the best elixirs of the Taiyue Sect. What do you think?"

The elixir of the Taiyue Sect can improve the strength of the martial artist and help to impact the grandmaster realm.

One pill is worth millions!

Feng Zhihong felt that in the face of such a generous honorarium, every ancient martial artist would be moved.

However, Lin Hao still shook his head.

"Not enough!"