The faces of Su Xiaomo, Tian Qi and other disciples changed slightly.
There is too much difference between the fourth grade and the eighth grade. Can the second senior brother win?
Lu Qianqian frowned slightly and said in a low voice: "Master, the opponent is too strong, so let me fight."
Mo Shangfei's strength made her not believe that the second junior brother could win in the battle.
Jun Changxiao took out the seat from the space ring and sat down, tapping his fingers on the armrest, and said: "As a senior sister, you must have enough confidence in your junior brother no matter where you are."
Lu Qianqian remained silent and stood behind with her junior brothers.
"Although Li Qingyang has good qualifications, Mo Shangfei from the Shengquan Sect also has high-grade spiritual roots. There is no chance of winning if he is sent here."
"Isn't this the only disciple of the Iron Bone Sect who can do it?"
Leader Qin and the heads of various factions sneered.
Such a great opportunity, if I didn't ridicule the Iron Bone Sect, how could I have received such a bad breath when I came out of Xingyue Tower.
certainly.
They don't think Li Qingyang is bad.
But with the same qualifications and the same excellence, Mo Shangfei is much better than the other party in terms of resources and mentors.
"If the number one genius in Qingyang City joins the Cangshan Sect, he will definitely be an inner disciple, and his achievements will definitely be better than what he is now."
"Hey, such a good qualification was wasted."
Big bosses from all factions were filled with regret.
What is the reality?
It's just a different way of mocking the Iron Skeleton Sect, mocking you for your tireless laughter and your tirelessness in destroying others.
Xie Guangkun said secretly: "More than two months ago, Li Qingyang was only at the tenth stage of his pulse opening. Now he has entered the fourth level of martial arts. His growth rate is already good. You guys are really blind."
This is not blindness, it is blackness for the sake of blackness.
Jun Changxiao ignored the ridicule of others, looked into the distance intentionally or unintentionally, vaguely saw a light flashing away, and said to himself: "The sinner is here too."
Yes.
Xiao Sinji is also there.
He was lying on a high slope 800 meters away, his body wrapped in grass, one eye pressed against the lens, and the muzzle of the Type 88 sniper rifle was already pointed at Mo Shangfei.
While practicing in the wild, Xiao Sinji heard the news about the battle and came early.
He had been crouching in the grass all day and night, and even the three martial arts masters who followed him had never thought that there would be a ghost sniper lurking in the darkness.
Head.
The gun is ready.
Whoever you point at will be beaten by the disciples.
Ye Xingchen lay on a stone in the distance and thought to himself: "If I hadn't used the Taixuan Sutra to hide your aura, would you really think that you would be unaware of the ghosts lying in the grass?"
…
"Holy Spring Sect, Mo Shangfei."
Mo Shangfei said his name calmly, his tone and eyes were dismissive.
He had heard of Li Qingyang, but he didn't take him seriously. After all, if he joined an unworthy sect, he would surely be slowly assimilated into trash.
Names were exchanged and the battle was supposed to begin.
However, the third elder said: "You, the leader, have no eyes for your fists and feet. If my disciple hurts your disciple, please be more patient."
Is this telling myself that the guy will attack very violently later?
Jun Changxiao shook his head, cupped his hands and said, "If my disciple hurts your disciple, I will ask your sect to be more considerate."
Qin Haoran and others all rolled their eyes.
It is absolutely a joke that a fourth-grade person can damage an eighth-grade person.
The third elder was too lazy to chat with Jun Changxiao, but said lightly: "It's time to start."
"Brush————" As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Shangfei stepped forward, gathered spiritual power with his right fist, and struck with a powerful and heavy force.
Very quickly and suddenly!
"Bang!" Li Qingyang had no time to dodge, and hurriedly crossed his hands to receive the opponent's punch.
“Ding-deng-deng!”
He took more than ten steps back and barely managed to steady himself.
Judging from the amount of spiritual energy rippling in the air, that guy's punch weighed at least 20,000 pounds!
"call!"
Li Qingyang shook his slightly numb arm.
"Huh?" Mo Shangfei retracted his fist and said in surprise: "If you can withstand my wind fist without changing your expression, your physical defense is pretty good."
"but."
He smiled and said: "How many times can you resist?"
"brush!"
Charge forward with your body skills!
Before the person arrived, his left and right fists were thrown out frequently, and with the blessing of spiritual power, they turned into shadows of fists.
The mid-level wind fist of the ordinary grade is famous for its speed and fierceness, and Mo Shangfei has understood it to the extreme. This performance made Alliance Leader Qin and others marvel.
Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi's expressions changed with shock.
With such fast punching speed and power, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to dodge at all, and I would definitely be blasted into a panic!
Li Qingyang frowned slightly and crossed his arms again, but after hearing a few "bang bang bang" sounds, he took down all the powerful and heavy fists and retreated step by step.
"tread!"
It wasn't until he retreated to the edge of the martial arts arena and stepped on the stone slab with one foot that he stabilized his body.
Mo Shangfei, who was unreasonable and unforgiving, quickly followed up, rose into the air, and with the blessing of spiritual power from his right fist, flashing light came towards him.
This blow is very strong!
Leader Qin and the heads of the various factions instantly judged that Li Qingyang could not dodge from left to right now and had to either retreat or confront him head-on.
Retreating equals defeat.
And after resisting several punches in succession, and then trying to catch them forcefully, you will definitely be injured!
At this time, they wanted Li Qingyang to retreat even more, because it would mean defeat. He had lost without even making a move from the beginning, and they could definitely be laughed at.
Jun Changxiao tapped his fingers regularly, not because he was panicking, but because he was really in a stable state of mind!
"tread!"
At this moment, Li Qingyang suddenly stepped on the ground with one foot, and put his right fist into his abdomen. Spiritual energy rushed into his arm from the meridians, and the dazzling light gathered in the fist.
"Explosive punch!"
With a cold drink, his right fist suddenly shot out. At the same time, the light flashed, and a wind whirlpool instantly formed about one meter below his feet.
“Bang bang bang!”
The sound of explosions resounded throughout the martial arts arena, like a string of firecrackers being lit, shocking everyone.
"boom!"
In the blink of an eye, Li Qingyang's fist with explosive power directly hit Mo Shangfei's fist and knocked it away.
“Ding-deng-deng!”
The inner disciple of the Shengquan Sect staggered to the ground and fell back more than twenty meters before he managed to regain his balance. He felt intense pain in his right fist and his eyes were filled with shock.
The strength of the Gale Fist that I had condensed reached 22,000 kilograms. When I faced him head-on, I was completely defeated!
Leader Qin and others, who had already planned how to laugh at the Iron Bone Sect's lines, were stunned when they saw Mo Shangfei being beaten back.
It's incredible that the situation just now can be turned around!
Exploding punch?
What kind of martial arts is this? Why haven’t I heard of it?
With the cultivation level of a fourth-grade martial arts disciple, could he repel an eighth-grade martial arts disciple who used the Swift Wind Fist? Could it be a middle-grade martial arts technique?
Ye Xingchen, who was standing on a high slope and watching, was secretly shocked and said: "This boxing technique is by no means simple!"
"Brush!" Suddenly, Li Qingyang stepped forward and rushed over. At the same time, his right fist turned into a palm knife, pouring spiritual power into the palm of his hand, and swung it in the air like a knife falling.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
In an instant, three crescent-like streams of light, dragging arcs of light, burst out from three directions, leaving faint light and shadow wherever they passed.
This is……
That’s right, I’ll kill you!!
Xie Guangkun exclaimed: "Spiritual martial arts!"
Qin Haoran and the heads of the various factions widened their eyes, finally showing shock!
Even the three elders of the Shengquan Sect who were sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai almost couldn't help but stand up when they saw Li Qingyang slashing out three crescent streams with his sword in his hand!
Psychic martial arts.
They also have the Holy Spring Sect, but the lowest level is the middle and high level, which can only be controlled by a martial artist. The weak cyclone in Dantian, a martial arts disciple, is absolutely difficult to display!
Jun Changxiao imitated the fifth elder, put one leg on the other, and said with a faint smile: "You're not so surprised, are you?"