Ten days later, news came out of the Qingtian Temple, which shocked the entire martial arts world.

Since Xie Ying, the Tiangang Fist, killed three punches in the Chongyang Mausoleum, the Yu Taoist Wang Teng made a battle agreement with the Southern Fist Song Tianming.

A year later, the top of Mount Tai can determine both the superiority and the inferiority, and the life and death.

The entire martial arts world in the Southern Region was in full bloom! Who is Song Tianming? One of the six masters in the world! The strongest boxing master! It has overwhelmed the top warriors of an era!

But now he has made a war agreement with a junior to decide life and death, which has led many masters to misunderstand, and the name of the Jade Taoist resounds throughout the world again.

Jade Emperor Mountain, in the Qingtian Temple.

"He really wants to fight Na Nanquan to death, and he doesn't want us to interfere?"

Under Gao Miao's statue, incense ignited, and a purple-robed Taoist stood between the clouds and mists; staring at the old Taoist in the green robes in front of him.

"Indeed, Wang Teng is extremely talented and is not even his opponent; with the inheritance of Chongyang Real Person, he may not be able to fight against Nanquan in a year."

Elder Qi lowered his head slightly, with a respectful look and was very optimistic about Wang Teng in his words.

"If you say it, I believe it, then wait; a year later, the top of Mount Tai, haha..."

The Taoist robe nodded, and a pair of deep and distant eyes appeared in the clouds and mists.

Capital city, military camp.

The guest Huang Long, a guest of the straw raincoat, held a heavy face, and placed a large iron gun aside.

After entering the second-rate master realm, he followed his second uncle to practice, and his status in the military camp also increased; but suddenly he heard the news that his friend Yu Daoren had a life-and-death battle with Nanquan, which made him a little difficult to control himself.

"Brother Wang, I hope you are really sure."

He sighed softly, the candlelight swaying by the table, reflecting the traces on the letter; the two words Wang Teng are central and peaceful.

One month later, there are three mountains and four rivers in the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

Wang Teng's palm was facing the sky, and he set off the stand for the practice of Hunyuan Gong, and stranded white mist gushed out from his mouth and nose; the qi and blood in his body rushing among the twelve meridians, connecting the Ren and Du meridians, and were as red as red jade.

He sat quietly, and there was a light blue light curtain in front of him.

Host: Wang Teng (Human/Male)

Lifespan: One hundred years

Realm: Second-rate expert

Evolution level: not level

Fighting method: Jade true skills {Enter the hall (Jade Skin Level 3/Hunyuan Surgery Bonus, Recoil Level 1)}

Hunyuan Gong {Small accomplishment (When Hunyuan Qi and Blood are infertile, the five senses are strengthened at two levels, the Taoist true skills are strengthened at two levels, and the understanding is strengthened at one level)}

Magical skills: Seven-star steps, Jade-breaking fist

Body: Sublimation of flesh and blood once (jade skin)

Soul: Sublimation of essence once (Sky Eye)

Evolution point: 165

"Southern Fist Song Tianming..."

Wang Teng's eyes were slightly cold, and his entire upper body was shrouded in a jade-white color. With the increase of Hunyuan Gong, his jade skin was able to attach his upper body, and his head was no longer a weakness.

"System, strengthen the Yuzhen skills to great success!"

[Did, it takes fifty evolution points to strengthen the Jade True Kung Fu to achieve the ultimate success, and the host's body will be transformed. Is it confirmed?]

"confirm!"

As the words fell, the column of the evolution point on the light curtain flashed suddenly, falling from 165 to 115.

What followed was a burst of blood and flesh-torn pain, and the muscles on the surface of the body piled up like cramps; trembling.

Wang Teng's face was distorted, and the jade-white color on his skin slowly spread, extending his lower abdomen all the way down; gradually covering his entire body.

Accompanied by the severe pain, Wang Teng's body twisted wildly on the snow, his eyes terrifyingly as if they were sparks.

"Southern Fist Song Tianming..., a year later, the top of Mount Tai, waiting for me!"

His face was twisted and laughing, and his whole body was shrouded in the white color, like a jade man born and raised, transcending the world!

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In a year, it was spent in the expectation of the martial arts world in the entire martial arts world, and the warriors flocked to Mount Tai wildly; they wanted to witness that battle.

Is it that Song Tianming of the Southern Fist beats the contemporary times and kills the Jade Taoist, or is it that the Jade Taoist defeats the Six Jues and kills Song Tianming of the Southern Fist?

People have their own answers in their hearts, heading towards the top of Mount Tai, and even many martial arts celebrities appear to witness this battle.

At the foot of Mount Tai, the sound of horse hooves roared, and dozens of cavalrymen were carrying long spears in an orderly manner.

In front, Huang Long, a guest in the raincoat, was wearing a battle armor and carrying a large iron gun; the eyes looking at the top of the mountain were hopeful and worried.

In front of half a stick of incense, a green robe was slightly raised, and the Taoist stood in front of the horse; he said goodbye to his old friend with a smile.

"Brother Wang, is it necessary to fight?"

The war horses neighed, and the yellow dragon's face was bitter, so he could not imagine the consequences of this battle.

"It's necessary to fight. Song Tianming has worn the name of Nanquan for too long, so it's time to change someone."

The Taoist was very calm and determined to win, and he was bound to win the battle.

"Brother Wang, Wu Yun is prosperous!"

Huanglong took a deep breath and bowed to say goodbye.

The sun rose, and she was wearing a green robe and climbed up the steps, and the clouds were flowing, like a heavenly being.

On the top of Mount Tai, a middle-aged man stood early, his face was cold and hard; his fists were covered with calluses, and he stood there, and there was a general gathering.

"Nanquan, Song Tianming."

On the top of the mountain, the green robe was flying, and the Taoist spoke coldly.

"Yu Daoist, Wang Teng."

The middle-aged man's eyes were plain. Looking at the famous young man, he stepped on the bones of his apprentice and made a name for himself.

"If you kill Xie Ying, you should have such a disaster."

He slowly clenched his fists, and a strong airflow burst out, rolling up dead leaves.

"It's not as good as a person, and it deserves to die."

The Taoist sneered, with the jade-white color shining, reflecting the rays of light that were particularly bright.

"Well said, today, I will kill you!"

Song Tianming shouted loudly, and the strong wind whistled under his feet, and he took nine steps in a moment; he punched him in front of his head.

Bang!

The sky exploded, and he had already used his true energy in this punch to tear Wang Teng to pieces.

"Okay! It's both the best and the worst, and life and death!"

Wang Teng laughed loudly, and his body was instantly covered with a layer of jade-white color, like a stone man born to raise; his fists were pounding, and the strong wind whistled, and his muscles and bones were roaring together.

"The great success of Yu Zhengong, is this your confidence? Do you think it is enough to resist my true energy?"

Song Tianming's black hair danced wildly, the air flow around him roared, and his strength was thriving; the fist attached to the true energy hit him, colliding with the jade iron fist, and roaring with a sonorous sound.

"You are too naive and don't know that you are the best and powerful. The power of the Dantian Qihai is not something you can imagine!"

He refused to give in, and the wind blew from his feet, and his fists were like a dragon. In an instant, he punched ten punches on Wang Teng's jade body. The strong wind whistled, and the Taoist hummed and retreated.

"I'm noisy and capable, so I'll try to kill me!"

Wang Teng was not afraid, the jade body was extremely hard, and the other party's fist that wrapped in true energy could only make him feel a little tingling.

He sneered, and the five-style broken jade fist was displayed, with great ingenuity and calmness and strength; it was like an ancient sacred mountain, heavy and vicissitudes.

Thirty feet away, the warriors watching the battle were shocked. The Jade Taoist actually fought with Nanquan!

You know, that is the first-class culmination of the Dantian Qihai!

Once the true energy comes out, it can increase the killing several times. If it is not the best, it will be difficult to compete!

Now, the Jade Taoist who came out of the Qingtian Temple actually used his great success to shake his true energy! He never fell into a disadvantage even if he had fought for half a stick of incense.

"Is this jade master really that mysterious?"

Some warriors were stunned and murmured.

"It's hard to say, even in the Qingtian Temple, no one has ever practiced this Jade True Technique to great success; this Jade Taoist is the first in history."

A martial arts celebrity spoke in contemplation, which caused a burst of exclamation. The first Yu Zhen master in history is the first to be successful in Yu Zhen! No wonder he can beat the true energy and fight against Nanquan.
Chapter completed!