"Three punches to blow me up? Hahahaha... Fei Wuque, I thought you were really smart enough to date Murong Tian, ​​but it turns out that you are just crazy! Why, you have been a waste for ten years and you can't stand it anymore?
Haha, waste is waste. It’s okay to daydream occasionally, but you have to remember to keep your tail clamped, otherwise I may not be happy one day and crush you to death with one finger! Hahahaha..."
The scar on his left cheek shook violently, and Murong Tian looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. To his ears, Ye Wuque's words were as funny as an ant trying to swallow an elephant.
Ridicules rang out one after another, and the five or six disciples of Murong who came with Murong Binglan couldn't help laughing. They all had the same expression, and they glanced at the tall and independent Ye Wuque with disdain and contempt.
Murong Binglan also moved her red lips slightly, with a playful smile on her delicate face. She felt ashamed that she had been engaged to Ye Wuque, and she had been brooding about this matter all these years.
She is the daughter of Murong Changqing and the princess of the Murong family. She has privately approached Murong Changqing countless times to ask her to take back her engagement with Ye Wuque, but she has never been successful. With repeated failures, Murong Binglan has become more interested in
Ye Wuque's disgust also accumulated time and time again.
She determined in her heart that the reason for the failure must be that Ye Wuque was unwilling to terminate the engagement with her. Ye Wuque still fantasized about waiting until he was eighteen years old so that he could marry her.
No one else could get involved in the matter of the engagement. Even though she hated and resented Ye Wuque in her heart, Murong Binglan was still helpless until Murong Tian appeared.
Murong Binglan had a good impression of Murong Tian, ​​her clan brother. His talent was obvious to the entire Murong family and he was handsome. In addition, Murong Tian deliberately tried to please her from time to time. Murong Binglan's heart had long been tied to Murong.
Tian's body, and Murong Tian also logically stated that he would help her terminate her engagement with Ye Wuque.
Only then did the scene on the martial arts field happen, but God is not as good as man. Although everything developed in the direction he hoped for, the expression of humiliation, unwillingness, and madness that Murong Binglan originally expected from Ye Wuque was not there.
He appeared, but instead he felt relaxed and happy, and even uttered words begging Murong Changqing to take back the engagement.
In full view of everyone, Ye Wuque's words made Murong Binglan so angry that she almost fainted. Her resentment towards Ye Wuque reached its peak. Unexpectedly, this young man who had been disabled for ten years actually dared to challenge Brother Tian.
Although everyone thought this was just Ye Wuque's senseless resistance after being forced, Murong Binglan didn't think so. She thought it was Ye Wuque's disgust for her to terminate the engagement, and she was disgusted by Murong Binglan.
"Ye Wuque, a loser like you dares to humiliate me in person, and even more dares to date Brother Tian. Today, Miss Japan will let you know what regret is!"
There was a chill in her eyes, and thoughts were surging in her heart. Murong Binglan's joking smile slowly turned into a sneer. She wanted to watch Ye Wuque being stepped on the ground like a dead dog with her own eyes.
"Have you laughed enough? Either start fighting or get out of the way. It's so early in the morning that a good dog doesn't block the way. It's really unlucky."
While everyone was laughing, Ye Wuque spoke slowly, lowered his raised right fist slowly, stood with his hands behind his back, and became calm and indifferent again. The brilliance and sharpness just now seemed to have disappeared, but his bright eyes remained.
Translucent, the breeze blows, the black martial arts shirt is blowing slightly, the young man is independent and has a free and easy temperament.
In Murong Hai's eyes, Ye Wuque's whole body at this moment was filled with an incomprehensible aura. Compared with the unruly and domineering attitude of Murong Tian in the martial arts arena yesterday, the current Ye Wuque gave him a profound and incomprehensible aura.
The feeling of measuring.
Seemingly startled by his own thoughts, Murong Hai suppressed his smile and glanced at Ye Wuque. His expression slowly became cold, his muscular body was taut, his fists were slightly raised, and a trace of malice flashed in his eyes.
"Yesterday in the martial arts arena, I was afraid that I would accidentally kill you if I hit you too hard, so I defeated you with three moves. Since you said that you can kill me with three punches, I don't have to show mercy today."
"Boom" and "Buzz"
"Watch the moves! The Earthly Fiend Tiger Bend Fist!"
Qi and blood roared, Yuan Li oscillated, Murong Hai's body suddenly jumped up, his tall body took three steps forward, clenched his right fist, followed by a loud shout, a faint roar of a tiger, and behind him,
What's more, a statue of a tiger about one foot in size emerged, with qi and blood penetrating through the skin, flesh, and tendons. Murong Hai, who had entered the eighth level of body training and achieved bone refining, was merciless!
"Roar"
The stone slab under his feet shattered into pieces and turned into a tiger descending from the mountain. Murong Hai punched Ye Wuque straight away, and the punch was so powerful that the void rang out!
"The middle-grade secret skill Earth Demon Tiger Ben Fist? Doesn't Murong Hai think too highly of Fei Wuque?"
"To deal with a rubbish from the fifth level of body building like Fei Wuque, it would be a waste to use the Earthly Evil Tiger Ben Fist!"
"Who says it's not the case! But he deserves to be in bad luck because of his words! I think this punch made him lie in bed for three months."
Those five or six years of Murong's disciples were a little surprised when they saw that Murong Hai had mastered the middle-level skills as soon as he started. They didn't understand why Murong Hai was so serious about just teaching a little useless person.
Her red lips kept sneering, but Murong Binglan, who was crossing her arms, could faintly see that Murong Hai seemed to be doing more than simply teaching Ye Wuque a lesson.
"Lie down!"
As Murong Hai shouted, the evil flashing in his eyes was undisguised, and his fist had already collapsed within a foot of Ye Wuque's body!
Ye Wuque still stood quietly, his eyes remained calm. As Murong Hai took action, his right hand slowly clenched into a fist, and he slowly raised it from behind, just as Murong Hai's fist was about to hit him.
The moment it hit him, Ye Wuque punched without any dullness.
In Murong Binglan's eyes filled with pleasure, Murong Hai and Ye Wuque, who were carrying tiger statues, struck each other with their fists!
Instantly the sound of fists clashing echoed out!
"Bang"
However, in the next moment, a look of disbelief flashed across Murong Binglan's beautiful face!
"How can this be?"
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"How can this be?"
The same words rang in Murong Hai's heart, but his face was even uglier than Murong Binglan's, because he felt a strange but terrifying power from the ordinary fist of the boy opposite!
"呲呲呲"
The soles of his feet rubbed violently against the stone slab. Murong Hai was retreating at the same speed as when he attacked Ye Wuque before. He tried his best to control his body shape, but the strange strength made it impossible for him to do so!
"Deng Deng Deng"
After taking six steps back, Murong Hai stopped. Coincidentally, he stopped exactly where he was standing at the beginning.
With both fists clashing, Murong Hai took six steps back!
On the other hand, Ye Wuque didn't even shake his body.
"hiss"
The sound of gasping could not be stopped. The expressions of the five or six Murong disciples all changed drastically, and they could hardly believe their eyes.
"This, this, this! What did I see? Fei Wuque forced Murong Hai back with one punch?"
"Is this an illusion? The power of the Disha Tiger Ben Fist is to concentrate all the energy of the whole body into the two fists, which can produce a force twice as strong as one's own body, but Fei Wuque didn't even move his body? This...
How can this be?"
"Could it be that Murong Hai showed mercy?"
Murong Binglan, who had been holding her arms across her chest, had a flash of disbelief in her beautiful eyes, and then looked at Murong Hai, she wanted to know what was going on?
Trembling.
Murong Binglan immediately noticed that Murong Hai's right arm was trembling. It was obvious that the punch he just punched was not a deliberate act or a sign of mercy, but that he was really forced back by that trash-like young man's punch!
The expression on his face changed drastically. Murong Haihu stared at the boy opposite him with wide eyes. The scar on his left cheek almost started to become congested with blood at this moment. He felt the pain and numbness in his right arm. Murong Hai felt as if he had been struck by lightning at this moment!
"The power of the holy way's fighting spirit is really exciting."
He murmured in a voice that only he could hear. Ye Wuque looked at his right fist, and his calm eyes suddenly became excited, sharp as a knife!
"Ye Wuque! You are not the fifth level of body training! You are the sixth level of body training!"
A voice full of surprise rang out from Murong Hai's mouth, and there was no need to express the shock in his heart. Through the punch just now, he suddenly discovered that Ye Wuque's cultivation level was not at all the fifth level of physical training, but the sixth level of physical training.
The strength of heaven is perfect.
But just yesterday, Ye Wuque was only training for the fifth level.
No, it should be said that in the past ten years, Ye Wuque has been cultivating the fifth level of body training.
But this is still not the point. The point is that Ye Wuque, who was in the sixth level of body training, knocked back himself who had already advanced to the eighth level of bone refining with one punch. This was what Murong Hai couldn't believe in his heart.
A cross-level challenge across two realms?
How can this be?
"I don't believe it! It was just a coincidence! I don't believe it! How could I, Murong Hai, be forced to retreat by a loser! The evil tiger's fist! The tiger will destroy the world!"
"Roar"
A huge roar of a tiger roared from behind Murong Hai, his eyes turned scarlet, Murong Hai stepped on the spot with his right foot, his whole body rose into the sky, and the tiger statue behind him opened its head and swallowed him up!
A tragic aura emerged from Murong Hai. With Ye Wuque's punch forcing him back, Murong Hai finally no longer held back, summoned his whole body's cultivation, and launched the killing move of the Earthly Evil Tiger Fist!
"Roar"
Like a gust of fishy wind blowing towards his face, Murong Hai transformed into a ferocious and colorful tiger. His fists were like tiger claws, falling from the sky and tearing at Ye Wuque!
The fluctuations in the cultivation level of the eighth level of body training caused the expressions of Murong Binglan and the five or six Murong disciples present to change. It was obvious that Murong Hai was still extremely powerful.
To be continued...