Toad Kung Fu, this name can be said to be extremely simple, and sometimes even saying it will make people who don't know what it is about laugh inexplicably.

But this name has been with Wang Haichan for a long time.

Ever since this name became popular in martial arts and was known to many people of a certain generation, he has been associated with it. Until it becomes outdated, outdated, unknown, and unknown, he is still trapped in the evil fate and cannot escape.

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Before becoming a samsara person, he was the successor of the Xiangtang Boxing Toad Kung Fu.

Eight-year-old Wang Haichan was led by his neighbor's grandfather on this road when he was obsessed with the five skills of the Condor Shooting on TV.

Although it was not the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms that he most wanted, in his mind when he was young, this martial art named after toad was also full of powerful, mysterious, fun and exciting connotations.

Maybe it was because he was exposed to such things at a young age, and somehow, practicing this kung fu became a habit for Wang Haichan.

Twelve years of diligent practice is equivalent to being distracted by fun and even neglecting studies. When I grow up, I can only go to the construction site to move bricks.

Twelve years of hard work, but apart from being able to withstand beatings in his upper body, in other aspects, even moving bricks, he doesn't have any advantages compared to other workers.

I am also afraid of getting my toes smashed when doing Toad Kung Fu.

I accidentally smashed the brick, and the steel bar accidentally rolled and got stuck. At least I had to rest for a few days, and I had to work hard, and I also lost a lot of wages.

After moving bricks for half a year, he finally decided to go back to a technical school. During that period, Wang Haichan sighed countless times.

"Toad Kung Fu is useless!"

But after becoming a reincarnation person, that little bit of resentment, for some reason, turned into an inexplicable paranoia.

I have been practicing the useless Toad Kung Fu for twelve years. How far can I practice the really useful Toad Kung Fu?

He practiced hard.

I don’t know how many types of Toad Kung Fu I have practiced before I mastered the true meaning of this Kung Fu.

Toads are things that hide in the soil for a long time. They sleep when winter comes and come out in spring.

When it chirps, winter passes and spring comes. It is the master of hundreds of insects and the first of the four seasons.

Relying on the wonderful essence of this martial arts, he made himself more cheerful, his mind more flexible, and his character more courageous.

In fact, although Wang Haichan had the intention to destroy the evil god's ritual at that time, he never thought about usurping the evil god's divinity, which looked very strange at first sight.

He didn't want it, but the evil god's projection, after being angered by Feng Jun, "fancyed" him.

Just like the shadow exists because of the light, the despicable always loves to slander the simple, and the poisonous water will definitely want to corrode the solid rock peak pillars. This is just a natural attraction.

Cold and sinking, yes, winter passes and spring comes!

Boom!!!!!!

Wang Haichan's regenerated arms were strong and slender, nearly four-fifths of his height. His fingers were thick, with slippery and strong translucent membranes growing between them, and they hit Feng Jun's chest first.

Feng Jun's whole body was shaken. After possessing the evil god's divinity, his cold and quiet body actually showed signs of "warming up" under this blow.

Especially the chest area.

Under this seemingly ordinary skin, the real structure of Feng Jun's body was actually very different from that of human beings. However, after being hit by these palms, he actually felt that the position of his chest had that change again.

An old, mundane feeling, similar to the pain of a broken rib.

Wang Haichan's attack was an attempt to knock him back to earth.

When their eyes met, Wang Haichan's eyes were like the most stubborn and angry stone carvings. The aura on his body was extremely condensed, the martial arts energy, the evil god's divinity, and even a looming magic bead on his forehead were all unified.

, there is a vague tendency to jump to six stars.

Feng Jun raised his eyes.

"The divine words of the deep sea, gather blood from the Nine Tombs!"

In the blink of an eye, nine large ice hill tombs suddenly appeared in the surrounding fields.

Wang Haichan's momentum, which was originally about to rush to a higher realm, suddenly felt like it was being pulled away and torn in nine directions.

Immediately, the traction forces from nine directions merged and converged on Feng Jun.

Wang Haichan fell forward involuntarily, shrank his body, and quickly disappeared from Feng Jun's mouth.

Even Edward, who had just defeated Foxfire, was affected by this suction force, his body continued to shrink, and he flew upside down.

From the deep and huge mouth, a croaking sound suddenly came out, and a spring-green air pillar was thrown out, knocking Edward away.

Feng Jun closed his mouth, and the two rows of teeth touched, isolating the inside and outside.

"I almost broke through."

He closed his mouth, showed a smile, and said, "If I still relied on the incomplete evil god's divinity to barely enter the six-star state at that time, I might really miss. Unfortunately, even if I enter the six-star state

, and I have never slacked off.”

After becoming a reincarnator, Feng Jun came into contact with and learned a variety of ability systems, such as bleeding fighting skills, super power development, zhenqi martial arts, evil spirit magic, ice modeling magic, word spirit magic, etc.

Among them, only a very small part was learned by him at the Samsara Base, where he purchased a complete set of materials at a high price. The rest was learned by himself in the mission world, and he finally accumulated enough information to carry it on his vehicle.

After coming to this world, he was extremely interested in all kinds of demonic magic, especially the Nine Tombs Gathering Beasts Demonic Sound.

As a result, he never refused anyone who came and worked tirelessly. Only then did he come up with this new trick that exceeded the information that Wang Haichan and the others already knew.

Wow!!!!

In Feng Jun's belly, dark blue poisonous water rolled, mixed with countless pale ice spikes, forming an extremely dangerous whirlpool, surrounding Wang Haichan.

In an instant, his whole body was covered with scars, countless bloodshot threads were extracted and melted by the poisonous water, and the aura on his body continued to decline.

At this moment, a dark blue magic bead flew out from his forehead.

This bead was transferred from Jin Congyun. Although the skill contained in it is rich and long-lasting, it actually doesn't have much effect when faced with the suppression of a six-star powerhouse like Feng Jun.

Wang Haichan had reached the peak of his martial arts before, and this magic bead was still swallowed in one gulp, which is proof.

However, at this moment, in addition to the thick green energy in this blue-falling magic bead, thousands of dazzling thunder and lightning suddenly exploded, and the green energy burned into a raging fire.

Thunder and fire intertwined, only avoiding the area where Wang Haichan was, forming a reverse vortex that was constantly expanding and constantly colliding with the poisonous water and ice spikes from the outside world.

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That was not the power of the magic bead itself, but a mighty thought that had come within a hundred miles. Through the use of the magic bead as a medium, the unparalleled spiritual power came directly here.

"If you dare to eat my weapons alive, you have a lot of ideas!"

Feng Jun frowned and looked up. The cyan light in the sky accelerated again, falling down like a thin line.

Just as Xin Luo was about to intercept, a golden light from the side had already suppressed her.

Buzz!!!

The fight between four six-star warriors, even if they were separated in pairs and each fought a move, caused the entire wilderness to tremble violently.

The green grass turned to ashes, and the nine large tombs made of frozen ice suddenly collapsed into powdery ice shavings, drifting away like a heavy snowfall.

Huge waves were set off on the other side of the lake, and the water flowed away wildly, away from the place where the four people were fighting.

So much so that within the area along the river bank, there was not even a layer of lake water left, and the wet mud and rocks at the bottom of the river were directly exposed.

But at this time, Feng Jun had no time to care about how the surrounding scene changed.

Before the first layer of aftermath had even had time to dissipate, Guan Luoyang, who had just exchanged a blow with him, had already launched a ferocious offensive that swallowed up mountains and rivers.

Feng Jun's eyeballs were so stimulated that they trembled. It was just an insignificant flicker when the light and shadow in his eyes changed.

Guan Luoyang has gone from being alone, to avatars, to hundreds of people, creating a dragnet, with nowhere to escape, and then the sky collapses in the offensive.

All the offensive attacks launched by the afterimage are actually similar, they are nothing more than fists, palms, knees, and legs.

Moves like these were actually synonymous with being crude and superficial in Feng Jun's eyes in the past.

But when Guan Luoyang typed it out in his hand, it was as if he was trying to give the thin words "a combination of cleverness and clumsiness" and "a great skill without workmanship" a thickness and weight that had to be taken seriously, and hit the enemy deeply.

heart.

After retreating thousands of feet, Feng Jun already understood that based on physical fighting and physical moves, he might be more than a step behind his opponent.

But it doesn't matter. Martial arts is originally only a relatively weak one among his many methods. Magical powers are the secrets that he patiently studies.

It doesn't matter if the physical body can't keep up a little bit, it's enough if the soul can keep up.

Feng Jun's eyes sparkled, and the cold magic power could not wait to scatter from his body.

But these magic powers are not uniform. Every bit of them seems to have a strong greedy nature and an indelible spirituality, competing and squeezing each other.

As a result, the wonderful magical temperature difference caused heterogeneous distortion of space.

Guan Luoyang looked over at this moment and felt that Feng Jun's left eye suddenly enlarged abnormally, other parts of his body seemed to shrink, and his right foot became extremely slender.

As he moved forward, his eyes only slightly deflected, and he realized that Feng Jun's figure had become a thin piece of paper in his eyes.

At this moment, the space between the two of them is experiencing at least hundreds of different degrees of expansion and contraction. The distance in each direction is different, and the resistance they receive will also be extremely different.

What's even more amazing is that space itself also has powerful power, when it twists and curves.

Every time Guan Luoyang punches, he not only has to fight against Feng Jun's magic power, but also has to overcome the gap in the curvature of space.

"Oh?! Did you actually learn some of the characteristics of the earthly immortal realm in this world in such a short period of time?"
To be continued...