"Elder Huang, that's the disciple." Xia Chen responded quickly.
There was no one in the group, so Xia Chen didn't feel confused because Xu Tianhong had already told him where he was going.
Huang Yunchao said coldly: "You are very special. Feng Lei and others jointly recommended you to join the team that prohibits the extension of the great formation. From a cultivation point of view, this is a great opportunity, and you must be very proud of it.
"
Xia Chen couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart when he heard something in his words, and replied: "Disciple has some knowledge about the restriction. Elder Mengfeng and the others love him so much that they don't dare to have any pride."
"I don't like listening to these useless nonsense, and I don't like the submissive guy. Moreover, you used the back door from the beginning, which makes me dislike it very much." Huang Yunchao said coldly, "Although Feng Lei and the others jointly recommended you to the Extension Formation Team
I reluctantly agreed, but without my permission, you can only stay here honestly, do you understand?"
Xia Chen's heart moved. It seems that Elder Huang likes to make things difficult for others, but he said what he had to say directly and he was not angry: "May I ask what conditions Elder Huang must have before he agrees to go?"
"Take my punch." Huang Yunchao said expressionlessly, "Whether you are dead or alive, you can go to the extended formation team. Of course, I won't beat you to death, but you will inevitably have to lie down for a few days."
"The disciple will learn Elder Huang's boxing skills." Xia Chen said calmly.
Huang Yunchao nodded slightly, showing a bit of satisfaction: "Yes, I'm a bit brave, I'm not afraid, and I don't know the heights of the world. Don't worry, just take my punch. Even if you lie down for a month, it will be worth it."
He hit him as he was told, and with a loud shout, the air exploded, and he punched Xia Chen in the chest without any warning.
This punch was just a simple punch. Although the power didn't look weak, it definitely didn't look like the power possessed by a third-level magical monk. It was about the same as a tenth-level monk the day after tomorrow.
The disciples were watching the third-level elder take action with great expectations, but they couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Xia Chen's eyes narrowed sharply, and his heart was shocked.
This punch seemed ordinary. But in fact, it was a repeated punch composed of countless fist shadow combinations. In other words, Huang Yunchao punched thousands of heavy punches in an instant.
The posture, gesture, and force of each punch are exactly the same. So when they overlap, it looks like one punch.
The reason why the top disciples were disappointed was simply because they could not understand the mystery and complexity of this punch. One punch only has a force of several thousand kilograms, which seems very weak, but what if thousands of heavy punches are stacked?
That’s millions of kilograms of power!
With one punch, any tall building will collapse instantly!
And he can perform thousands of actions exactly the same in an instant without making any mistakes, which is enough to reflect Huang Yunchao's terror.
Among the people present, only Xia Chen and ten instructors with second level magical powers could see the mystery and terror of this punch.
Xia Chen did not dare to neglect, and the innate Qi circulated several times in his body in an instant. It burst out like a sea of gang, but when it reached the surface of his fist, it was restrained and transformed into a jade-like essence, and he fiercely faced it.
He had punched this fist thousands of times, and every time it was invincible and his skills were close to the mark. However, facing Huang Yunchao's fist at this moment, he became less confident for the first time.
Although there was no expression on the faces of the ten second-level magical power instructors, there was a hint of joking in their eyes. Although this disciple named Xia Chen looked good, it was foreseeable that he would be beaten to the ground by Elder Huang in a moment.
On the ground.
The disciples watched carefully, although they were looking forward to it, but there was no suspense in their hearts.
Although they knew that Xia Chen was very strong and could even defeat the King of Kings with the second level of supernatural powers. But how could someone who was in the first level of supernatural power be the opponent of a monk who had experienced hundreds of battles and had a third level of supernatural powers?
Bang! The two fists intersected and made a soft sound. The two indestructible iron fists were pressed together, but they only made a slight sound.
There was no explosion, no energy, no earth-shattering, just like two small rocks colliding together.
The disciples opened their mouths wide and looked a little dazed. Is that the end? Is this a punch from a third-level magical monk? It’s too inconspicuous.
Huang Yunchao's face was still cold, but there was a hint of a cat-and-mouse smile in his eyes. The force of this punch was very small at the beginning, because the power of thousands of punches did not accumulate at once, but accumulated slowly.
process.
This disciple named Xia Chen probably thought that he was being merciful and saving face for him, so he received this punch effortlessly.
In fact, he asked Xia Chen to take a punch from him, not because he meant to make things difficult, but because the newly arrived disciple walked up to the back door and entered the extended formation team. His starting point was higher than him, so he looked down on him and wanted to teach him a lesson.
It dampened Xia Chen's spirit.
Of course, this punch implies many experience skills and strength such as superposition, quantification, sending and receiving, etc. Xia Chen's experience was not in vain. He not only learned lessons and setbacks, but also learned a lot, which naturally left a deep impression on him.
It can be regarded as an opportunity to break and then build again.
After the two fists collided, the two of them were like stone and clay sculptures, never moving again. Their fists were still tightly together, as if they were practicing attack.
It was only when the two fists clashed that there were slight popping sounds from time to time, which seemed to be a little unusual.
All the disciples had unknown meanings in their eyes and watched attentively, but no one dared to say a word.
At this time, they had already felt the extraordinaryness of the two punches, but they felt it was just a feeling, but they could not tell what was extraordinary about it.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
In the blink of an eye, ten breaths of time passed.
The expressions of the ten instructors with second level magical powers gradually changed. They looked at Xia Chen with extremely shocked expressions in their eyes.
In ten breaths of time, Huang Yunchao fired at least a thousand punches, which means that a million kilograms of force hit Xia Chen's fist. This is beyond what a monk with the first level of supernatural power can bear, even with the second level of supernatural power
Even the monks couldn't bear it.
But seeing Xia Chen's calm expression, he seemed to still have some strength left. It seemed that even if Huang Yunchao exploded again, he would still be able to take it on. How could this be possible?
They are all alliance monks. They are strong, confident, and proud enough, so they naturally disdain the monks from the outside. Therefore, although the alliance selection has a great influence in the Yanzhao area, it has no influence within the alliance, and few people
Know.
In the eyes of Huang Yunchao and the ten second-level magical monks, Xia Chen was no different from other ordinary disciples, except that he seemed a little stronger, but that was all.
Another ten breaths of time have passed.
Huang Yunchao's heavy punches finally reached their peak. Thousands of heavy punches came down together. Not to mention Xia Chen alone, even a small mountain would be shattered without any suspense.
However, Xia Chen followed calmly, without a trace of trembling under his feet, and his body remained motionless. His face remained calm.
Huang Yunchao's expression also changed. He originally thought that when the number of punches reached 10% or 20%, Xia Chen would be unable to bear it and fall out.
But now that the punches have been stacked to the highest level, the opponent took them calmly.
How could this not shock him.
Whenever he stacks a heavy punch, Xia Chen's fist will generate a stream of Gang Qi to dissolve it. How many punches are stacked, Xia Chen will generate a number of Gang Qi.
The punches are endless, and the energy is also endless.
Huang Yunchao looked into Xia Chen's eyes and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Xia Chen's eyes were as deep as the sea, just like the wild innate power under calmness, which was immeasurable and irresistible.
In his three hundred and fifty-one years of practice, Huang Yunchao has never seen such a powerful first-level monk with magical powers.
He even had the illusion that the person standing in front of him was not a thin and calm young man, but an ancient monster with endless power. To him, those heavy punches were just a joke.
Huang Yunchao's eyes couldn't help but become intense. Xia Chen's unexpected strength aroused his strong desire to win, and he shouted: "Be careful, I want to go all out, don't force it."
Bang! There was a violent explosion in the air, followed by the power of thousands of punches. Huang Yunchao superimposed them all at once, and a bright light suddenly burst out from his fist.
A slight amount of energy leaked out. It swept through the whole place like a storm. Except for the ten second-level monks with magical powers and a few monks from the four heavenly kings, all the other disciples fell down.
Boom! Xia Chen's body shook, and he shot backwards like a straight line. He took a few steps back before he regained his footing. His face turned slightly pale. He adjusted his breath for a while before bowing and saluting: "Thank you, Elder Huang, for showing mercy.
Moreover, he taught his disciples personally and learned a lot from him, so they are very grateful."
The second-level monk with the top ten magical powers looked at him dumbfounded and was speechless for a long time.
Although Xia Chen was defeated by this punch, he was able to block Huang Yunchao's powerful punch and exploded with millions of kilograms of power, but his face turned slightly pale and he was fine after taking a few steps back. How could anyone do this?
things.
At least they absolutely can't.
Is this guy really a monk who has just broken through the first level of supernatural power?
The disciples were sitting on the ground twisted and twisted. Most of them were in a daze and had no idea what had just happened. However, after seeing Xia Chen's words after his defeat, it suddenly dawned on him. It turned out that Elder Huang was merciful. No wonder
Even if Xia Chen loses, he can still be so relaxed.
Even though he was defeated by a monk with a third level of magical power, it was only a single punch, but it was still an honor even though he was defeated.
Only a few people, including the Four Heavenly Kings, were sensitive to certain clues. They all had strange expressions on their faces, but they were not sure.
Huang Yunchao's expression kept changing. He stared at Xia Chen as if he were staring at a monster and didn't speak for a while.
Not only did Xia Chen follow up with the last punch, but his innate energy exploded even more violently. However, he restrained himself at the last moment and did not rebound. Otherwise, he would have been the one who took a few steps back and turned pale.
Huang Yunchao has never seen such control of Gang Qi freely in his life.
And he understood that the reason why Xia Chen admitted his failure was obviously not to make him, a majestic third-level elder with supernatural power, lose face in public, but also to hide his cultivation.
This young man is really unfathomable and has a deep scheming mind. He cannot be seen through at a glance like other disciples.
And from Xia Chen, Huang Yun was super sensitive to smell an extremely deep murderous intention. It was a deep temperament that could only be developed through countless life and death trials. Only people like him who had experienced life and death crises could vaguely feel it. To. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!