The young man looked at him calmly and said slowly: "The Dragon Clan is a race full of power and courage."

"Cong Yun's dragon finger painting is a set of martial arts that imitates the dragon clan. Naturally, he takes a fierce and domineering approach."

"But your Cong Yun Painting Dragon Finger is very different from the original intention of this set of martial arts. It is even different from the cloud and mud."

"So in my opinion, neither fish nor fowl!"

"Shut up!" Murong Xuan yelled crazily: "I don't allow you to insult Cong Yun's Dragon Painting taught to me by Sir——"

Before the word "finger" could be blurted out, Murong Xuan's pupils suddenly shrank into needle-like shapes.

A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from the young man's body!

This breath is like a beast waking up from the wild, wild, domineering, and breathtaking!

At this moment, the young man's dark pupils turned into a magnificent amber color, and his eyes exuded an indescribable wildness.

Being stared at by these eyes, Murong Xuan felt a chill in his heart, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He had an illusion.

The boy is not alone.

But a wild beast.

One head...

Tiger!!!

Looking at these amber eyes, Murong Xuan's whole body trembled.

The next moment, he suddenly felt a terrifying force coming from the thumb held out by the young man.

This force is like a mountain, like a raging wave, thick and deep, turbulent and surging!

Murong Xuan's expression suddenly changed and he lost his voice: "This... this is not Cong Yun's dragon-painting finger!"

"Yes."

The young man looked indifferent, smiled slightly, and said: "I can do more than just Cong Yun painting with dragon fingers."

As he spoke, he calmly turned his fingers into palms and resisted Murong Xuan's "putting the finishing touch" gesture.

This palm was so heavy that it was like it was carrying thousands of kilograms of sand. When it was struck out with one palm, it was like an angry wave crashing on the shore and the mountains being crushed.

Murong Xuan's whole body was shaken violently, and his feet suddenly sank, denting the mud by three inches!

"No, no!"

"The power you have given me cannot be lost to you!"

Murong Xuan shouted wildly, and black smoke surged violently from his body, gathering towards his right arm. The entire right arm doubled in size again!

However, this time, his stronger finger power still did not make the young man move a step.

Not only did it not move, the young man's right palm also slowly moved forward, like a bulldozer, pushing Murong Xuan's entire body backward.

"Give me strength!"

Murong Xuan looked ferocious and kept shouting, "Give me more power, more power!"

The black smoke surged more crazily and turbulently, but the skin of his right arm began to tear open cracks one after another, and blood spattered, which looked shocking.

The young man frowned slightly.

He looked at Murong Xuan and said seriously: "I don't know what your power is."

"But I can feel that it is ominous."

"Besides, it doesn't belong to you."

"Feel sorry."

"It is impossible for such power to defeat me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man stamped his right foot hard, and the sole of his foot fell to the ground, shaking the earth like thunder!

Then, like lightning, he stretched out his left palm and pressed it on the back of his right palm. The strength of the two palms was superimposed, and a terrifying force suddenly burst out!

The third form of the Iron Palm of Mountains and Seas, the combination of mountains and seas!

boom--!

Amidst the sound of a series of bones shattering, blood spurted out from Murong Xuan's mouth. His body flew up to a height of dozens of meters, drawing a bright red arc in the air. He fell heavily to the ground, dragging out a long ravine.

.

"So strong!" Chu Qing swallowed, a look of shock flashed across his eyes.

Although he had already been mentally prepared for the boy's powerful strength, the overwhelming power displayed by the other party was still far beyond his expectation.

"This guy seemed to have said just now that he wanted to eliminate Murong Xuan and I."

Chu Qing lowered his head and thought: "Although I am very reluctant, with my current strength, I am afraid that I will not be able to defeat him."

"but……"

"If you use that trick."

"There should still be opportunities..."

Slowly retracting his palm, the young man stood where he was, quietly looking at Murong Xuan in the distance.

"Power, give me more power."

Murong Xuan struggled to straighten up, with a crazy look on his face, muttering something in his mouth, and limped towards the young man.

But before he had taken a few steps, a look of panic suddenly appeared on his face. Then, he slowly lowered his head, looked at his right arm, and murmured in disbelief: "What...what's going on?"

At this moment, Murong Xuan's right arm was shrinking at an alarming speed. The arm that was originally as thick as a pillar actually became as thin as a bamboo pole in just a few seconds.

Not only that, the black smoke coming out of his body was disappearing, and the strange lines on his face were quickly fading away, leaving only two lines of blood and tears still hanging on his face.

"No, it shouldn't be like this."

Murong Xuan's face turned pale and his body trembled, "I have clearly broken the second seal, why is this happening?"

With a plop, he bent his knees and fell to the ground, with a look of despair in his eyes.

"Sir, I'm sorry." He covered his face with his hands and swallowed in pain: "I have failed to live up to your expectations."

"sorry……"

"sorry……"

"..."

Slowly lying down on the ground covered with fallen leaves, Murong Xuan curled up into a ball, his expression was dazed, his eyes were distracted, and he kept repeating the three words "I'm sorry" in his mouth.

Withered yellow leaves floated down from the sky and fell on him, making him look desolate and desolate, like a child who had failed his parents' hopes.

Looking at this scene, the young man shook his head and let out a long sigh.

After a long time, he turned his head, his eyes fell on Chu Qing, and he apologized: "Sorry, I've been waiting for a long time."

"fine."

Chu Qing grinned and said, "Before we start the fight, can I know your name?"

The young man nodded, raised the corners of his mouth, and gave a faint smile.

"Taibai Mountain, descendant of Mingxin Temple."

"Wu Lie."

"Please enlighten me."

…

This is a dimly lit lobby.

Various precision instruments are arranged in the lobby, and the ground is covered with dense wires. Hundreds of researchers in white coats are busy operating these instruments.

At this time, a white-haired researcher was looking at the huge screen in front of him and said expressionlessly: "Experimental Subject No. 3468, Murong Xuan."

"Failed to break through the second seal, and lost the qualification to be the Son of God."

"Destroy immediately."

"Starting self-destruct program."

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind the researcher, "Wait a minute."

The voice was hollow and cold, like a dead corpse, making people shudder.

Hearing this voice, a look of panic and fear flashed across the researcher's expressionless face. He suddenly turned his head, bowed his head and said respectfully: "Sir!"

The owner of the voice ignored him, but stared at the screen and said: "Experiment No. 3468 was trained by me personally and does not need to be destroyed."

The researcher agreed and said, "What do you mean, sir, to give Murong Xuan another chance?"

"Chance?"

The owner of the voice said coldly: "Such a waste does not deserve a second chance."
To be continued...