In the middle of the meadow, the green grass is dense and abundant, and with the north wind blowing, the blades of grass sway with the wind, and everywhere it goes, it is green, like waves in the deep sea.

This forage grass is a special alfalfa grass in the far east, and its vitality is extremely tenacious, not only cold-resistant, but also drought-resistant, and it is the favorite forage of the black wildebeest, so even if it is still a cold winter, it still grows vigorously.

Huang Jiu's majestic figure stood in the green grass, confronting Feng Han on the opposite side, at this time he already had a master's demeanor, quiet as a virgin, calm as a mountain, at the same time, his thick hands were put together into palms, faintly shining with the color of green iron, although he did not take the initiative to attack, but he would not relax his vigilance.

Feng Han's figure is not tall, but his momentum is unusually high, his eyes are full of battle intent, and when he sees Huang Jiu's iron palm, there is a trace of burning in his eyes, this feeling, pure power, not mixed with true qi, no spiritual power, it is pure physical power, so strong.

Slowly put his hands in front of his chest, and then put one hand on his left heart to pinch the fist print, one finger tip drooped, palm outward, as if there were countless Buddhas chanting, sealing the cold mouth muttering, and his eyes suddenly released light.

As soon as his body moved, the surrounding wave-shaped qi waves rolled, making his body improve rapidly in the qi waves, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Huang Jiu's body, pinched the fist mark with his right hand, and slapped Huang Jiu's waist and abdomen into a palm with his left hand, the force seemed to be soft, but in fact, there was endless true qi brewing and erupting in his palm.

Thousands of waves of mudra, practice is wave energy, hand pinching the law seal, in the dark in the void to generate wave qi waves, in the rolling waves can be superimposed palm power, increase the speed and weirdness of the body, can accumulate majestic momentum to break the enemy's mental barriers, and win without a fight, it is indeed a rare martial art, even Huang Fu Xu is also admired in his heart.

The martial arts of this world are indeed extremely bright, Wu Liuzhi's Nandou Impermanence Divine Sword, Wu Zunzhi's Tiangang Yuan Qi Hand, and this is only the acquired realm of Feng Han's Thousand Waves Great Mudra, although it is not the strongest and invincible divine skill, but they all have their own uniqueness, which opened his eyes.

Feng Han's offensive was so swift and fierce that Huang Jiu didn't have time to react at all, or rather, it wasn't that he didn't have time to react, but his mind had been attracted and trapped by the hidden means of the Thousand Waves Great Mudra, and he couldn't react in time to make a move, and by the time Huang Jiu reacted, Feng Han's left palm had been lightly imprinted on Huang Jiu's body.

An endless stream of true qi rushed into Huang Jiu's body along Feng Han's left hand, impacting towards the meridians of the whole body, although it would not kill him with one blow, but he obviously wanted to win with one move, so that Huang Jiu would lose his combat effectiveness, so as to win the victory in this competition.

Tang Tong glanced at Huang Fuxu with a slight smugness, if Feng Han was an ordinary master, how could he be so serious, and even rest assured that he would protect his son?

It is precisely because he is a rare master and a strong man, so once he enters the innate world, with his big mudra martial arts, Feng Han is enough to beat many masters of the older generation, such as Cui Qiushi, who fought with Lu Chuan at the beginning, will not be his opponent.

Huang Fuxu is mouth smirked, not worried, Huang Jiu may not have time to react, this is a lack of combat experience, and it is also Feng Han's martial arts mastery, but he is wearing an iron cloth shirt with strong defense, and he wants to kill Huang Jiu in seconds, it is a fool's dream.

Sure enough, although Huang Jiu didn't have time to react, the clothes that Feng Han printed on his body also made a sound of tearing cloth, but the exposed dark abdomen was glowing with blue and black light, blocking Feng Han's unexpected palm, and the true qi was blocked by the strength of the iron cloth shirt, as if the turbulent river was facing the obstruction of the embankment, and it could not go further.

At the same time, Huang Jiu woke up and saw that he had been slapped, his ugly face was full of anger, and his right palm slammed towards Feng Han in front of him.

The iron palm is the only martial arts against the enemy in the iron cloth shirt martial arts, there is a double change of rigidity and softness in the palm, the rigid one, can burst out of the magic power, a move is like nine days of thunder, the broken stele and the stone are as straight as idle, hitting the person, it is even more tyrannical, leaving a whole corpse are a few, this palm is a fierce palm.

The soft, similar to Tai Chi four or two dialing a thousand catties, can listen to the six ways, see the eight directions, and reverse the enemy's offensive with amazing judgment, containing the anti-shock mystery of the golden bell jar.

When Feng Han saw this palm from Huang Jiu, he wanted to retreat and avoid it in an instant, this was the natural reaction of his body, the first feeling in the face of danger, but in his heart he didn't want to retreat.

The limit withdrew the left palm pinching seal, and the right hand changed to a palm slap towards Huang Jiu's right palm, and the wavy air patterns around the arm were superimposed, although the palm power was hastily launched, but the strength was not weak, and he faced Huang Jiu's iron palm and went straight up.

With a muffled bang, Huang Jiu and Feng Han were one high and one low, and their palms were larger, like magnets, just sucking together, and the blue-black light in the middle was constantly surging and colliding with the wave texture.

The tables and chairs beside Huang Fuxu and Tang Tong shook suddenly, the wine glasses scattered and rolled down, and the dozen or so black wildebeest in the distance seemed to be frightened by something, and they couldn't stop neighing, no matter how the servants of the guards appeased, they were not quiet.

Around Huang Jiu and Feng Han, a blank mud ground appeared out of thin air, and as for the previous alfalfa grass, it was all swept away by a strong force with its roots.

Tang Tong's face was shocked, looking at the two of them who were fighting for palm power, he was a little incredulous, first Huang Jiu was hard to be slapped by Feng Han and was unscathed, and then the two of them rose up to fight with their palms, and the strength was so fierce that he was a little surprised, but he didn't expect that he would look away and treat the Qilin as a stupid donkey, this Huang Jiu was so powerful.

He saw it clearly, Huang Jiu's true qi cultivation was not high, and he would only be at the seventh level of the day after tomorrow if he died, but his physical qi and blood were extremely strong, and he had cultivated a clever horizontal practice method, which was very difficult.

In the center of the mud, Huang Jiu's complexion remained unchanged, and the iron palm power was endless, no matter how exquisite Feng Han's palm power was, it was difficult to shake him a bit.

His background is so deep that no one else can contend with it, and he has been able to compete with all the people of Huangfu Xu's forces, except for Huang Fuxu, who has a perceptive understanding against the sky, and he is unsurpassed in talent, and Zhang Rusong can't do it.

Feng Han is face is flushed, the green tendons in his palms are bursting up, and his eyes are full of incredulity, his thousand waves of big mudra are not only his own skills, but also can use the power of heaven and earth to urge the means when he pinched the magic seal, compared to consumption, fighting palm power, he has never met such a perverted person as Huang Jiu among the martial artists of the same level, no, strictly speaking, Huang Jiu's martial artist level is far lower than him, how can there be such a person in the world?

Feeling that he was getting more and more struggling, Feng Han's left hand seal changed, his thumb stretched out, and the other four fingers were held weakly, and he suddenly let out a long roar, the sound wave changed, and a golden light and shadow appeared and surged towards Huang Jiu, this was unable to beat Huang Jiu, and he couldn't fight the palm power, and he was afraid that he would suddenly withdraw his palm and be injured, so he used the sound wave power containing spiritual power to force Huang Jiu to withdraw his palm.

Tang Tong looked at Huangfu Xu, who was as steady as Mount Tai, and sighed, "Huangfu Gongzi's subordinates are very unusual, this kind of potential and performance, if it grows up in the future, it is immeasurable." ”

He is a person who has followed the existence of a grandmaster like Qiu Lige, and his vision is very high, but Huang Jiu is a Xuanqiong martial artist, with superb qualifications, and Huangfu Xu's words and deeds, there is no shortage of resources and martial arts, and when it comes to potential, Qiu Lige may not be as good as Huang Jiu.