Wang Meng slept comfortably, and although he got up early the next day, he was still refreshed and energetic. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As usual, the morning run is a two-round run on the eagle's beak cliff, basically just warmed up after running, followed by some strength consolidation exercises.

Lao Liu said that the path he needs to take in the future is no longer consistent with the path of assisting his body with internal strength. The innate path is the cultivation of pure innate qi, and with the cultivation of innate qi, some spells can be used, and once these spells are unfolded, no one below the innate master can fight against them.

For example, the simplest spiritual fire technique, once it is contaminated, it will spread rapidly, as long as the spiritual power in the spell does not disperse, no matter how strong your internal force is, you will not be able to drive it away, if you don't have the determination of a strong man to break his wrist, then you can only watch yourself being burned out. The deterrent power of innate masters relative to ordinary masters is self-evident.

Therefore, after Wang Meng's congenital achievement, Lao Liu wanted to let him get in touch with the cultivation of spells, but he was not so demanding about the exercise of the body. However, Wang Meng himself did not relax, firstly, he had just achieved the innate and there was no magic to cultivate, and secondly, Wang Meng faintly felt that this innate talent did not seem to be so simple, the most basic point was that he only needed to put in hard work to exercise, and his strength seemed to grow infinitely as if there was no limit.

As a result, regular items such as mountain climbing, frog jumping with boulders, and weight-bearing push-ups have become Wang Meng's daily routine. Besides, in fact, he also likes such a wanton life.

Regarding the matter of Wu Wangti, Wang Meng felt that there was nothing. I just feel that the tricks used by the other party can be used by pushing the boat down the river, and there is no difficulty. Especially for the opponent in the head-to-head duel, the more he can see the running path of the opponent's internal force under pressure, and even he can consciously deduce and improve, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is 3D printing technology.

However, internal force is a detour for Wang Meng, and no matter how subtle the move is, it can't withstand a spell, this is Lao Liu's statement. Wang Meng is now the time to see Hunting Xinxi, and if he likes any moves, write them down. Lao Liu doesn't care, anyway, when he sees the power of the spell, he will naturally get on the right track.

In such a cold winter, Wang Meng ended today's morning routine with a steaming sweat.

Today's competition is scheduled at noon, unlike hundreds of people in the previous days, today there are only 25 people in the boxing and foot competition and 12 people in the weapons competition, and there are four big rings competing at the same time.

The opponent drawn today is called Lei Heng, and it can be regarded as a dark horse that suddenly came out, but it is the same type as Wang Meng, and they are all strength players. It's just that he is not as miserable as Wang Meng, and he has encountered agile opponents in a few games in a row, so he can only win by being beaten and not fighting back.

Lei Heng's figure is similar to Wang Meng, and at the age of 15, he looks fierce, full of forehead lines, and is like a forty-year-old uncle.

Lei Heng had encountered an opponent who was relatively mediocre in all aspects, so the foreign family's Henglian Kung Fu was also immune to almost all attacks, and at the same time could repair the opponent very badly, so he was somewhat disdainful of Wang Meng, who always relied on luck to win.

"Boy, I heard that you have been repaired quite miserably, otherwise, you will have a good time today, how about we have a literary fight?" Lei Heng proposed.

Wang Meng was a little strange: "Wen Dou, what kind of Wen Dou method, is it a pair?"

"Who wants to pair with you!" This Lei Heng is really as his name suggests, and he is in a hurry to speak like thunder, and he has some big tongues.

"Wen Dou, that is, you punch me, and I give you a punch back, until one party can't stand it and admits defeat or is knocked out of the ring. The person in charge of the ring did his best and patiently explained.

"Oh, can it be like this? That's great, you can do it first. Wang Meng was not surprised, this is not a tailor-made competition, it is good to give him some sweetness.

Lei Heng originally wanted to say something to hit this first punch, but this Wang Meng actually wanted to give it up.

This seems fair, but in fact it is extremely unfair.

Often the person who hits this first punch is at the peak of his physical and internal strength, and this punch often causes damage to the opponent. Even if he can't defeat his opponent in one blow, it will definitely have an impact on his next attacks. What's more, Lei Heng knows his fist power very well, and there are only a handful of people of his age who can take his punch, of course, this luck guy is definitely not one of them.

"Come on!" Wang Meng didn't say a word, set up his horse, exposed his chest, and looked like he was pleasing himself.

Lei Heng secretly laughed in his heart, but said on his face: "Good spirit! Look at the move!" Lifting his qi and closing his abdomen, swinging his fists on his waist, suddenly speeding up, accumulating his fists between walking, but when he arrived in front of Wang Meng, he attacked with both fists, and instantly turned his fists into palms, and for a while, his strength was flying, and he already had a fifth-order internal force. This wave of incursions, coupled with the surprise attack, was nothing more than the contempt that had been shown before.

"Pai Yun Palm!" Whether it is out of the mentality of a lion fighting a rabbit or premeditated, these palms are still a real hit. Lei Heng himself has an extraordinary physique, coupled with this fifth-order horizontal training internal force, at least a huge force of thousands of catties directly knocked Wang Meng into the air.

Wang Meng thought in the air: "Hey, I finally saw the familiar martial arts, but it doesn't seem to be handsome!"

Seeing Wang Meng flying towards the sidelines, Lei Heng felt a little calmer.

It turns out that all this is really his strategy, and he is not a bad brain in martial arts, from his defeat of the Zhang family's son, it can be seen that Wang Meng is extraordinary, and then he can see that the heirs of the Five Elements Fist can also win without damage, he naturally knows that the hope of defeating Wang Meng is slim.

He asked himself that the real battle was definitely not Wang Meng's opponent, so he came up with this method of fighting. Whether it is to defeat him with one blow or knock him off the field with his strength, a lot of analysis has been done beforehand.

This strength, even if he unloads his strength, he can't unload it, let alone he can't borrow his strength in the air.

It's a pity that this self-confidence soon became stunned.

Wang Meng, who was about to be knocked out of the field, just stabilized his body with a light volley, and then jumped a few feet away and came to Lei Heng: "It's my turn, right?"

The four masters in the crowd sat in front of the stage to watch the competition, and the position of this kind of guest seat was naturally the best, because of this scene, several hall owners looked at the owner of the Zhang family at the same time, and the owner of the Zhang family was also furious.

"The highest mastery swallow with three stacks of legs! The owner of the Zhang Pavilion is really generous, and the ability to take care of the family is also handed over to someone with a foreign surname, it seems that this is the back hand of the Zhang family, right?" Even Tie Shiyong suspected that Wang Meng was a member of the Zhang family.

Zhang Jiaguan advocated that Bufan smashed the armrest of the chair with a punch: "I can't teach such disciples, but I have to ask where I learned from stepping on elastic legs later." ”

Several other pavilion owners looked at each other, seeing that he didn't seem to be a hypocrisy, could there be another hidden secret? Tie Shiyong suddenly came up with an incredible idea.

"This, how is this possible? You obviously don't have internal strength?" Lei Heng was a little speechless, how can you play this? It's completely a look of a RMB player with luxurious equipment bullying a first-level novice.

Seeing Wang Meng approaching, Lei Heng was a little weak-hearted, and took two steps back directly, and then thought that he was also practicing kung fu, and a fist without internal strength could not hurt himself at all, so he came up with a wave of courage, it's a big deal, no one can beat anyone, just a draw.

Thinking like this, his courage also strengthened, and he was wearing a hard qigong body, and he put on a posture and waited for Wang Meng to attack.

Wang Meng just continued to walk forward until he walked in front of Lei Heng and smiled slightly.

Lei Heng was still inexplicable, and he was worried that it was Wang Meng's trick, so he didn't dare to relax.

Wang Meng gently pressed one palm on Lei Heng's chest: "Go you!"

Lei Hengxin said: "Is this the end?" A huge force suddenly struck, and the hard qigong was easily shattered like crispy paper, and the powerful force that followed made his feet completely unable to withstand the force, and flew out of the ring directly, overpowering a group of people watching the excitement by the way. Like dominoes, a bunch of people rubbed their heads and looked forward, unable to dodge, and fell to the ground one after another. The effect of one palm down is extremely impressive, and even the four people on the high platform are amazed.

Anyway, I won a game steadily, and I was not so aggrieved. Wang Meng is still very eager to win the competition like this.