Chapter 350: The old horse is in the stable and has ambitions for thousands of miles!

When Wen Renxun Yue, who was reveiled behind him, was waiting outside for a long time, all the powerful men who had been waiting outside lowered their heads.

Although they were also envious of Wen Ren Xunyue, their beautiful master, their strength was limited.

Pan Ku saw Wen Renxunyue, who had just been seriously injured, walked out safely. Although there was still some blood on her clothes, the injury had obviously recovered by seven or eight minutes, and he was shocked.

Could it be that the young master next to him not only has a profound cultivation level, but also has such a superb medical skill?

But then he dispelled the idea!

After all, a person's energy is limited. If you want to achieve the ultimate in a field, you must be focused and focus without distraction.

It is precisely because of this that people who study martial arts rarely spend time studying medical arts.

Similarly, those who study medical skills will definitely not be much higher in martial arts.

Those who want to study martial arts and make achievements in medicine will end up being useless.

The young man in front of him has already shocked enough in martial arts. If even the medical sciences are so outrageous, then will he let others live?

Putting these mixed thoughts aside, Pan Ku hurriedly walked forward, "Master Yang, another warrior who went up to fight was killed just now, and now there are twenty-five. I hope Master Yang can fight quickly and save face for my Chinese warriors!"

Tang Muyang turned around and looked at the ring, and saw the short-sized Yuichiro Miyamoto looking at the audience contemptuously.

"In my eyes, you are all pigs, a group of pigs waiting to be slaughtered. Martial arts are not suitable for inferior creatures like you. Today I want to eliminate you all!"

Miyamoto Yuichiro provoked the audience in a bad Chinese language.

Since standing on the arena, he has faced twenty-five Chinese warriors in a row, including one of the Grandmasters of Huajin, five of the peaks of the Dark Power, eight of the late stages of the Dark Power, and eleven of the Cannon Fodder-like Dark Power in the middle stages of the Dark Power.

These people are elites in the Chinese martial arts world, many of them even have been famous for a long time. However, except for the master Wen Ren Xunyue, none of them survived and were killed by him!

At this time, facing the provocation of Miyamoto Yuichiro, tens of thousands of Chinese people in the entire venue dared to fight again.

The sword tip points to the point of thousands of horses!

"I'll ask again, is there anyone who dares to come up and challenge me?"

Miyamoto Yuichiro's gloomy eyes swept across everyone in the venue, but received no response.

"What if I promised to use only three success forces? Is there anyone?"

Still no one answered.

"Not only do I only use three success forces, but also stand here without moving. Who can let me move one centimeter? Even if you win, won't it?"

The venue is still silent.

Seeing this, Miyamoto Yuichiro couldn't help laughing wildly, "It's a group of sheep waiting to be slaughtered. There is no courage to challenge me. In my opinion, there is no need for the Chinese martial arts world to exist!"

Hearing his ridicule, Pan Ku and other masters gritted their teeth, but they just dared not speak out.

The situation is now very obvious. If the strength below Huajin increases, it is equivalent to dying.

It is not easy for everyone to practice to this current state, who would like to be this cannon fodder?

Just when the atmosphere of the huge club was suppressed to the limit, I suddenly heard a slightly old voice saying, "Let me come and meet you."

As soon as they finished speaking, everyone saw a slightly hunched figure suddenly jumping out of the audience and landing on the ring.

The old man was covered in silver hair and the folds on his face layer by layer, like the rings of a thousand-year-old tree.

As the martial artist's cultivation increases, the qi and blood in his body will become stronger and his body's aging will become slower.

For a high-level warrior, even in his seventies or eighties, he often looks only thirty or forty years old.

But this old man is already so old, you can imagine how old he is.

"The late-stage warrior of the Ancient Power, Chen Jingxuan." The old man reported to his home.

His entire hunched body was supported by a gloomy wooden crutch. The crutch was a bit old and was as smooth as a mirror.

Yuichiro Miyamoto glanced at the old man and laughed to the sky, "Is there no one in the Chinese martial arts world? He actually let a silly old man come up, haha..."

Hearing his ridicule, everyone at the scene lowered their heads in shame.

In the Chinese martial arts world, he was bullied by others and not only did not dare to fight, but in the end he had to rely on an old man to save face, which made everyone feel a little embarrassed.

Chen Jingxuan didn't care about Miyamoto's ridicule, but just smiled slightly, "You are challenging the entire Chinese martial arts world. As a Chinese martial artist, I naturally have the obligation to maintain the dignity of Chinese martial arts. There is nothing to be ashamed of."

Hearing his words, many warriors in the venue lowered their heads in shame.

A trace of respect appeared on Miyamoto Yuichiro's face, "I accept your response, and my previous promises still count. I only use three success forces. As long as you can move me one point, I will lose."

Chen Jingxuan had a calm smile on his face, "I hope you can do your best to die at the hands of a strong man, which is the best fate of a warrior."

Miyamoto Yuichiro's face was even more respectful, "Okay, I'm as you wish!"

After saying that, a fierce and fierce true energy swept around, forcing the audience near the ring backwards for several steps.

There was no fear on Chen Jingxuan's face, and a powerful aura also burst out from his body, which was in sharp contrast to his old and handsome appearance.

However, the intensity of his true energy is still not comparable to that of Miyamoto Yuichiro, and it is not on the same level as that of Miyamoto.

Chen Jingxuan's eyes were firm and he shouted: "Thunderhand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw his body rushing forward quickly, and his right hand was as fast as lightning.

It is hard to imagine that such an old figure could have such speed.

There were shouts of shouts in the venue, cheering for Chen Jingxuan.

However, their voices had not lasted for a second and suddenly came to an abrupt end.

Chen Jingxuan's lightning-fast attack was easily intercepted by Yuichiro Miyamoto.

"Your speed is really too slow, like a snail." After Miyamoto Yuichiro said, his right hand suddenly moved.

The people watching the game from the ring did not see clearly the trajectory of his punching, but only saw a few afterimages.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Chen Jingxuan's figure flying out like a broken kite and falling heavily on the edge of the ring.

A sigh erupted from the venue.

Chen Jingxuan is just the cultivation level of the late stage of the Ancient Power, and is not on the same level as Yuichiro Miyamoto.

Although the courage is commendable, the gap in strength is too huge.

Just when everyone thought Chen Jingxuan had no power to fight, they didn't expect that this old man, who was in twilight, would stagger up from the ground and wipe away the blood from his mouth.
Chapter completed!