Lao Sun opened his mouth wide and looked at her in astonishment, saying, "Junior brother is that Wu Feng."
"Yeah." Fang Xueer smiled, and immediately recounted what Wu Feng said, and then said: "Master, I think he is a genius."
Old Sun was stunned and speechless. This exquisite Dragon Elephant Fist was actually improved by that disciple who had just started. Could it be that he was really a martial arts prodigy? If so, then everything would be explained.
No wonder he could learn the first three levels after just one look. No wonder he was so bad at the fourth level. It turned out that he thought the original Dragon Elephant Fist was too bad!
Is it really bad?
Lao Sun smiled bitterly in his heart. This was passed down from his ancestor. After studying by the boxing masters of all generations, including himself, he was also constantly pondering. With the refinement from generation to generation, in his opinion, this set of boxing techniques is already perfect.
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However, in Wu Feng's hands, this boxing technique was improved again, and the extent was so great that it was simply unbelievable!
This is the legendary talent
Lao Sun was silent for a long time and suddenly said: "Xue'er, what do you think of him?"
"You mean..." Fang Xueer saw his expression and asked doubtfully, "Do you think this junior fellow apprentice is a spy planted by another sect?"
Lao Sun nodded slightly and said: "To be honest, such martial arts talent is too terrifying. There is only one possibility, and that is that the strength of this junior brother is far beyond our imagination, and may even be stronger than me!"
"How is that possible?" Fang Xueer quickly shook her head and said, "Junior brother is a very good person. If he was a jealous person, how could he help me? If I was a jealous person, I would definitely hide myself deeply. He is like this
Come on, wouldn't it be exposed?"
Lao Sun sighed lightly and said: "This is also what puzzles me. Either he really has martial arts talent, or his scheming is too deep and terrifying!"
"Scheming" Fang Xueer thought of Wu Feng's face in her mind, that face that always smiled, relaxed and indifferent, full of a sense of optimism. A person with such a sunny smile would be a scheming person.
She couldn't convince herself, she shook her head and said: "Master, my junior brother, he is not such a person. Besides, if he is really stronger than you, he will go directly to the inner sect and become a spy. Won't there be more information eavesdropped on?"
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Lao Sun smiled bitterly and said: "That's true, and he didn't participate in the competition this time. He didn't mean to show off at all, and he didn't have the slightest feeling of wanting to break into the senior management. So I was thinking in my heart, maybe he really is a martial artist.
He is a genius in learning and has a sincere heart!"
"Innocent Heart"
"The so-called innocent heart means that the heart has no distracting thoughts, is not greedy for fame, and is devoted to cultivation. Such people can become great people whether they are practicing martial arts or practicing law." Lao Sun looked at the night outside the window and waved his hand.
He said: "It's getting late, you have a game tomorrow, go back and rest."
Fang Xueer nodded, his words still echoing in her mind.
A pure heart?
No wonder my junior brother doesn’t care about anything!
Fang Xueer's mood immediately improved and she said goodbye with a smile.
…
On the second day of the competition, Wu Feng came to Fang Xueer's competition stage to watch as usual.
"Benefactor, benefactor!"
Someone from the crowd suddenly shouted.
Wu Feng looked back and saw a thin-faced young man squeezing through the crowd. He looked at Wu Feng with surprise on his face and said, "My benefactor, thank you very much for yesterday. If you had taken advantage of me, I would have lost everything!"
Wu Feng thought about it and realized that this person was the guy who placed the bet yesterday. He was probably thanking himself for not placing a big bet on him at that time. He smiled and said, "Why, I still want to bet today."
The face of the thin-faced young man turned red and he said in embarrassment: "I won't bet anymore. I lost all the money I made from yesterday's bet. I'm just here to be a spectator today. By the way, my benefactor, do you think Fang Xueer will win again?"
Wu Feng smiled and said: "Of course I will win."
"Really?" The thin-faced young man was a little surprised and couldn't help but said: "But her opponent today is the third senior brother Meng Jin of the Flesh Style. This man is very powerful. With Fang Xueer's strength, even if she hits him with a hundred punches, it will still be a loss."
It may not hurt him at all!"
Wu Feng smiled noncommittally and said nothing.
At this time, it was Fang Xueer's turn to appear on the stage. This match was the key to winning the top eight. Shangguan Tan'er and Zhou Yuxiang, who were with Fang Xueer, had both been defeated yesterday. They could only serve as spectators today. At this moment,
Stand on the other side of the ring and cheer for Fang Xueer.
Fang Xueer stood up from the competition seat and came to the center of the ring. Her delicate cheeks and slender figure made everyone in the audience cheer.
A tall and strong man slowly walked up from the other side of the ring. People who practice the body style are as tall as giants, with muscles bulging like coils, which is very scary.
"Junior sister Xue'er, I accept." Meng Jin grinned, showing two rows of white teeth.
Fang Xueer smiled calmly and said, "Senior brother, please give me some advice."
boom!
The drums roared loudly, and the battle began quickly. Fang Xueer did not move, but slowly opened her stance. Her thin and delicate body stood in the center of the ring, just looking at her opponent quietly.
Meng Jin looked at her flawless posture and shook his head slightly. He strode over without making any moves. When the two were half a foot apart, he rushed out in vain and punched her hard.
boom!
Fang Xueer's figure swayed slightly, two white lotus-like arms wrapped around Meng Jin's thick arms, twisted her waist, sank and pulled her elbows down, and then pushed suddenly!
Meng Jin's powerful blow was instantly removed and turned into a silent drizzle. Moreover, under Fang Xueer's strange technique, the center of gravity of his body was a little shaken and he leaned forward slightly. When Fang Xueer suddenly pushed out, he took the opportunity to move his arms.
Press, trying to use force to stabilize the body.
But at this moment, Fang Xueer's hands that were suddenly pushed out suddenly turned into boneless bones and relaxed lightly, and at the moment of release, she quickly punched three times!
boom!
Three punches were thrown, but Meng Jin's chest only sounded. The next moment, amid the astonished expressions of everyone in the audience, Meng Jin's body suddenly leaned forward and fell to the ground.
Just like that...win
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This is Meng Jin who flows from the flesh body
There was total silence around the ring. Everyone stared at Meng Jin who was throwing himself on the ground with a pair of bull's eyes. They even wondered if this guy was going to be killed and he would definitely bounce up the next moment.
However, as time passed, Meng Jin seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, motionless.
An old man, the hall leader, looked at it and could only announce the result of the competition - Fang Xueer won!
Just win!!
Do you believe it?
Everyone in the audience looked as if they had eaten flies. This is a piece of shit. It’s as brittle as paper!
Especially some disciples of the physical form under the ring, their expressions were even more ugly. They wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. They secretly regretted why they didn't challenge this guy before and let him come out with the title of third senior brother to embarrass himself!
In the Body Refining Peak, the seniors are not ranked according to their seniority, but according to their strength. This is the rule set by the Patriarch. In the prosperous world of immortality, it is not about relying on one's elders to show off one's abilities, but rather that strength comes first!
The only surprises in the audience were probably Shangguan Tan'er and Zhou Yuxiang. The two hugged each other excitedly, causing the eyes of everyone around them to glow green.
For these two people, it doesn't matter how they win, as long as the result is good. Women originally like to see the results, not the process.
The old man who was the leader of the hall listened to the discussion below, and seemed to know that such a simple verdict would not convince everyone. He came to Meng Jin's side, squatted down and took a look, and his calm face immediately showed a solemn look.
He stood up and said loudly: "Meng Jin's chest ribs were shattered, and the air points were shocked, causing a brief fainting, and he will wake up soon."
"Damn, my ribs will be shattered like this."
"Is this still physical flow? Let's call it paper flow!"
"Ouch, why is this fleshy person next to me staring at me like crazy? I accidentally knocked you into pieces!"
There was a lot of noise in the audience. Most of the people who had a problem with the body style were talking openly and contemptuously. Only a few people looked at Fang Xueer in shock. There is no doubt that Meng Jin is not the only one to show the strength of the body style. The competition in the ring has been going on till now.
, several people from the Flesh Stream shined brightly, and Meng Jin was definitely not lucky to be able to obtain the status of Third Senior Brother!
This can only show that this girl’s punching power is really terrifying!