In fact, this is the merit of practicing physical exercises through military training. This merit swallows gold and stone and trains the body. It is unique and extraordinary.

Wang Teng has now started, and his body can be as hard as iron as it moves. However, his skill is still weak, and he is still far from the "copper and iron bones" of the Martial King Realm.

Wang Teng withdrew his energy, and his hands became slender and fair again. He sneered: "You are not my opponent."

Zhao Kun's face turned red.

Li Peipei said: "I'll meet you!" He drew out his sword and used a set of "Chongyun Sword Technique". The sword was clever and elegant, and the sword flowers kept flashing, illuminating the night sky.

This Chongyun Sword Technique is an extremely exquisite martial art in the academy. Since she learned it, there have been few defeats in weapon duels.

Unfortunately, she met Wang Teng.

Wang Teng's body used his fingers to replace the sword and used the Qiankun sword technique. He saw that the sound of Dangdang was endless. His fingers met the sword, sparks flew everywhere, and his energy was surging!

Li Peipei was shocked and said, "How did he practice his body?" Wang Teng's palm could be destroyed before. Zhao Kun's wooden spear, the wooden spear was transformed by internal strength, and it was tangible and unreal. But she was a veritable sword, how could the other party still resist it? Even every time she collided, she could feel a fierce force, which came from the sword, which made her arm sore and felt uncomfortable!

Such a solid body is really terrifying.

Just when she was about to retreat, Zhao Kun suddenly shouted: "Li Peipei, he is not strong enough and he is about to exhaust himself."

Li Peipei looked closely and saw that Wang Teng's feet became more and more frivolous, and the strength in his hands gradually lowered. He was overjoyed: "He is powerful in his body, but his practice is very garbage and cannot fight for a long time."

The level of the martial arts symbolizes a person's energy. Some strong people can fight for three days and three nights, but they are still fierce.

Wang Teng has only fought for forty or fifty moves and is exhausted, and his skills are obviously too low!

How could she miss such a good opportunity?

The attack was even more fierce, and the sword light flew, like a storm, wrapping Wang Teng's whole body.

Wang Teng was indeed in a very painful way and thought to himself: "This is the first level of the training of the body of the military training. The internal strength it stores is too little. You cannot delay when facing others, and you must never delay."

He took a deep breath and used the fifth style of the Qiankun sword technique, "Night Battle in Eight Directions" to protect his whole body. At the same time, the finger knife turned strangely, and the sixth style "Transfer Flowers and Wood" was used.

It should be noted that in Qiankun sword technique, this is the most exquisite thing. It has the mystery of using force to attack force, and can bounce the enemy's attacks and its power is very exquisite. Li Peipei immediately felt that the power contained in his sword force turned from Wang Teng's finger knife to himself, and he was shocked.

In desperation, he gritted his teeth and turned to attack and defended his sword light to protect his whole body. But this panic was actually a taboo in martial arts, and the flaws on his chest were immediately revealed. How could Wang Teng missed it?

A bang!

A "tiger fist" hit her chest. She screamed and took four or five steps back.

Wang Teng panted and thought to himself: "This tiger fist is strong and tight. If it is hit at my peak, the enemy will be disabled even if it is not dead. Unfortunately, I will be exhausted and my might is greatly reduced. At most, I will be slightly injured!"

After calming down, he knew that he was not physically strong to fight now, so he could only leave first, so he said coldly: "Go farewell to the next." He turned around and walked out of the valley!

Li Peipei and Zhao Kun looked at each other, their faces alternated with blue and white. They were arrogant and attacked one after another, but they were defeated by this kid. It was really embarrassing.

The more Li Peipei thought about it, the more angry he became, and he wanted to chase after him.

Liu Feiyang shook his head and said, "Don't chase after him. If the skills he practiced are more advanced, even if you go together, you may not be his opponent..." Hearing this, Li Peipei and Zhao Kun looked even more ugly and could not refute.

Liu Feiyang continued: "He is exhausted now. If he fights with you to the death, you will definitely not be able to get better. Take a step back and the sky will be wide open. Let's just forget it."

Although Li Peipei and Zhao Kun were dissatisfied with each other, they could not help but feel cold when they recalled Wang Teng's wonderful moves. They thought to themselves: "If he would rather die than surrender, we will really be unable to resist his tricks. Humph, what kind of identity we have, why bother with a little ghost?"

Thinking of this, they stopped their momentum. After looking at each other, they could see a strange look in each other's eyes! Obviously, in this fight, the little devil had left a shadow in their hearts...

Liu Feiyang looked at Wang Teng's back and smiled bitterly. Unexpectedly, this trip would part in disagreement...

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The next day, the sunny day!

On an old plank road, Wang Teng rode a green donkey. Over the past night, he had recovered all his energy. Looking back on last night, it was the first time he realized the disadvantages of the training of the fusion of troops.

"I didn't care about the strength of Zhao Kun and Li Peipei, but after a while, my internal strength dropped sharply and I almost lost. If I fought for life and death, my life might be in danger."

This kind of martial art that was strong and powerful for a while but could not last long made Wang Teng very upset.

About three hours later, the mountains ahead became steeper and steeper, with towering ancient trees, undulating mountains and thick vines around them, becoming more and more primitive.

Looking around, a long ridge stretches across the end of the horizon. The mountains are magnificent and majestic, like a dragon vein running through the east and west, and it lasts for countless miles, and it is very spectacular.

"I guess it's Qiling." Wang Teng looked into the distance. Qiling is a famous mountain in the Chu State, divided into north and south, stretching thousands of miles and hundreds of miles wide.

When you arrive here, you can see from time to time on the ancient road, and groups of people rushing forward with weapons in their hands.

Judging from their outfits and expressions, they were obviously heading towards the tomb of King Wu.

At the foot of Qiling, there is a naturally formed valley with cliffs around it, like a knife. The valley is filled with people, and the darkness is full of people.

Seeing this, Wang Teng couldn't help but sigh that the tomb of King Wu was so attractive that not only the major forces in Kyoto, but even large families around thousands of miles have arrived. This has led to the desolate mountains and forests that are usually deserted and prosperous.

While these people were guarding each other, their eyes glanced at the front of the valley from time to time, showing a look of fiery expectation.

Wang Teng followed their eyes and saw that the innermost part of the valley was an old stone wall, which was very ordinary. He said in confusion: "What are these people doing when guarding a stone wall?"

After hesitating for a while, he asked others.
Chapter completed!