"Drink!"

After a set of punches, the figure suddenly exerted force, and a series of two punches hit the waist-thick hardwood stake, and the stake could not withstand the destruction of the fist, and it was broken into two from the middle, and the upper half flew out seven or eight meters, and the volley disintegrated into fine wooden strips.

"The fist is finally rigid and soft. ”

There was still the last day before the competition, Luo Yun did not have the idea of relaxing, and honed his Huoyanquan skills wholeheartedly, and the powerful soul power made him clearly feel every inch of his body's strength, and he could integrate the power of various parts at will to produce a deeper level of explosive power, which is why he was able to cultivate Huoyanquan to the highest level.

"People who want to create the Fire Flame Fist may not necessarily cultivate it to the highest level, and I have an advantage in this, but the advantage of the other party's self-created martial arts compares to me. ”

Smiling bitterly at his boring thoughts, Luo Yun shook his head and walked towards the stone table not far away.

On the round stone table was a white porcelain vase, the mouth of which was sealed with a mahogany stopper, which was a bottle of body refining paste for one hundred taels of silver.

Kiss!

Luo Yun unplugged the stopper and put the mouth of the bottle downward, and soon, the milky yellow liquid flowed into the palm of his hand, and a faint fragrance spread.

Taking off his clothes, Luo Yun wiped his whole body with his hands dipped in body refining cream.

"It's so painful. After a few breaths, Luo Yun only felt that the fiery breath slowly penetrated from the surface of the skin, gradually invading the muscles, blood and bones, as if there were ants drilling into it, a little itchy, and painful.

Looking down, I saw that the muscles on the surface of the sturdy body were tangled, shiny, like the most ferocious bear, the streamlined body was extremely explosive, it was hard to imagine that this was the physique of a fourteen-year-old boy, of course, compared with Li Jing's seemingly delicate body, Ye Chen was more than twice as bad.

After exercising for a while, Luo Yun put on his clothes, took the refined sword, and walked out of the courtyard gate towards the announcement square in the west district of the Liuying Sect.

The announcement square is the place where the Liuying Sect releases some major events, and the event of the opening of the competition tomorrow should have been released, after all, there are many newcomers who are still in a state of confusion, and they don't know what to pay attention to, just like Luo Yun at the beginning.

In fact, Luo Yun doesn't have to go out of his way, he already knows everything he should know, and basically there will be no accidents, but now he is different from the past, he can't live passively all the time, everything must be in his own hands, and strive to do everything in detail, sometimes it happens that the details determine success or failure.

What's more, the day before the competition, there must have been many people gathered in the announcement square, just taking the opportunity to watch the strength of others.

Watching all the way, Luo Yun found that in the more than a year since he came to the Flowing Eagle Sect, he didn't have a single friend who could have fun, and he really failed to think about it.

With a wry smile, Luo Yun was a little envious of the groups of outer disciples around him, seeing that they were talking and laughing, he was so unhappy and wanton.

When the proclamation square arrived, a wide and square marble square appeared in sight, and in front of the square, a huge wall was erected there, on which was pasted a huge white paper, with the words 'jousting competition' written in four large black characters.

As the flow of people stepped into the square, Luo Yun's ears were filled with all kinds of sounds.

"The first place in last year's martial arts competition was Wu Zaoming, the first disciple of the outer sect, I don't know who it will be this year?"

"I think it's still Wu Zaoming out of 10, who knows how far his strength has progressed in the past six months. ”

"That's reasonable, but I'm more optimistic about the outer disciple's first day Zhang Mengran. ”

"Zhang Mengran! It's that thirteen-year-old rare genius who has cultivated to reach the peak of Huang Jie's late stage!"

"No, I heard that when he joined the Flowing Eagle Sect at the age of twelve, he already had the strength of Huang Jie's mid-stage Great Perfection, and now it's only been a year, and he has jumped from the Great Perfection to the peak of the late stage, and his cultivation speed is incredible. ”

One person sneered: "No matter how talented Zhang Mengran is, he has only just entered the peak of the late stage, don't forget that Wu Zongming was at the peak of the late stage half a year ago, and now he is only half a step away from Xuan Jie." ”

"Hehe, if you say it well, it's half a step away, and if you say it badly, you will fail to rush through the level, otherwise you would have reached Gensuke a long time ago. The man who spoke had a thin face and a slight meanness.

"You dare to insult Wu Zaoming. The outer disciple who spoke for Wu Zaoming looked angry.

The square-faced disciple did not show weakness, "I know you are Wu Zaoming's friend, but I am not, I just said truthfully, it makes sense everywhere." ”

"Hmph, that makes sense. ”

Suddenly, a cold voice came, and then, the fierce momentum came out of nowhere, like a whirlwind.

Everyone looked fixedly, and more than a dozen steps away, a young man in blue with a long sword on his back stood tall, his eyes fixed on the person who was mocking him.

It is the first disciple of the outer gate - Wu Zaoming.

Luo Yun stood aside with interest and said secretly: I watched a play.

The square-faced disciple who had previously said that Wu Zaoming was worthless seemed to be frightened by the other party's momentum, and stammered, "I...... I'm not talking about ...... Is it true?"

Wu Zaoming sneered, "Do you know who I hate the most? It's a coward who says bad things about others behind his back, now I give you a chance to atone for your sins, if you can take my palm, this matter will be revealed, dare not!"

One palm! The square-faced disciple's eyes flickered, his cultivation was at the peak of the middle of Huang Jie, and there was a full two layers of difference between him and Wu Zaoming, but it shouldn't be much of a problem to take the next palm, at most he was slightly injured, and if he didn't accept it, he would really be a coward, and he would not be able to raise his head in front of everyone in the future.

"Okay, one palm is one palm, what's the fear!"

After speaking, his body arched slightly, his right arm hung down, and his clothes were windless, obviously gathering internal qi into his right arm.

"This is the starting style of the Yaksha!" someone couldn't help but say when he saw the fame.

The square-faced disciple smiled proudly, the little Yasha palm was a human-level high-level martial art, and he should not have been able to obtain this martial art with his identity, but his uncle was an elder of the Outer Sect of the Liuying Sect, and it was not easy to prepare a one-level high-level martial art for him.

With Xiao Yasha's palm, he was confident that he would take Wu Zaoming's move, and maybe he would not be left behind, and his name would be known at that time.

Wu Zaoming's face remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "Are you ready?"

The square-faced disciple raised his eyes, "Waiting for you at any time." ”

At this time, everyone held their breath and looked at the two of them intently, one was the first disciple of the outer sect, and the other was the disciple of the outer sect at the peak of the middle stage.

On the empty field, Wu Zaoming didn't deliberately raise his breath, and slowly walked towards the square-faced disciple.

Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps,...... Five steps!

Surprisingly, it was not Wu Zaoming who attacked first, but the square-faced disciple, his legs bounced slightly, he rushed out with one stride, and his hanging right arm drew a strange arc in the air, striking at Wu Zaoming from the bottom up.

Burst!

The sound of the air shattering sounded, and a faint dark light flashed on the edge of the square-faced disciple's right hand, which was a sign that the internal qi was about to break through the middle stage.

"Go back!"

Wu Zaoming let out a low cry in his mouth, and put a palm on the right hand of the square-faced disciple.

Bang!

The vigorous square-faced disciple lifted the soles of his feet off the ground, and was simply knocked back to the same place, and then he took more than ten steps backwards in embarrassment, almost falling down.

Coughing out a mouthful of blood, the square-faced disciple pointed at Wu Zongming, "You, you ......" and only one word was spoken, and the person fainted