Chapter 779: Comparing Strength with Fatty (Part 2)
"Not very good. [This article comes from]" Yang Chen gave Hou Yun a hard look, knowing that this guy was still dissatisfied with being set up by Yang Chen before, and wanted a small revenge. But how could Yang Chen agree to this kind of thing?
Just shake your head.
"Then what do you think we should do?" Fatty Jing felt that it was unreasonable to bully others after eating other people's food and drinking other people's wine, so he could only ask angrily.
"Let's compare our strength." Yang Chen finally found the time to tell his plan. Hou Yun didn't do anything good, but the topic was just right: "If I win, you can join our Chunyang Palace.
Of course, someone will serve you delicious food and drinks. If you win, I will ask A Ling to entertain you once a year, how about it?"
"That's okay." Fatty Jing had a simple idea. After hearing Yang Chen's suggestion, he nodded immediately, but then immediately added: "But I may not be able to compete with you in terms of strength. I didn't steal the plate from you last time. Why don't you follow suit?"
Hou, see if you can impress me. If you can impress me, you win. If you can't, you lose."
Although Fatty Jinghu is simple-minded, he is not stupid at all. When he was suppressed by Yang Chen when he was trying to grab a plate, he noticed that Yang Chen's power was amazing. However, he just thought that Yang Chen must be similar to Hou Yun.
Because both of them are about the same size now, since Hou Yun can't hit him, Yang Chen definitely can't either.
This suggestion played right into Yang Chen's heart. Hou Yun was only a middle-level warrior in the Yellow Turban body-refining technique. He had reached a high-level level not long ago because of Yang Chen's advice. However, Yang Chen had already reached the peak of his strength when he ascended.
He is just one step away from reaching the realm of Li Che, which is a whole level higher than Hou Yun. He will not even be able to impress Jinghu.
There are many yellow scarf warriors in the immortal world, but even if they have practiced to the realm of overwhelming strength, they can already compete with the masters of the Golden Immortal by relying on brute force. Even if Yang Chen has not experienced the baptism of many heavenly tribulations, his physical strength is still unable to compete with the Xuan Immortal.
It is comparable to the masters of Golden Immortal, but in terms of pure strength, it is no worse. It is even worse.
Yang Chen and Jing Hu stood face to face in the vast space of Shui Mansion. Jing Hu still maintained the form of a fat man and did not return to his original state. Perhaps in his heart, as long as he could withstand Yang Chen's power, Yang Chen would be
No matter how strong he is, if he is not as good as Hou Yun, at most he can attack with Hou Yun's level of power, right?
Because it was a pure contest of strength, Yang Chen had no intention of using the Great Yin Yang Five Elements Flying Sword. Even Hou Yun wanted to lend him the golden stick, but Yang Chen refused. Good opponents are rare, and a target of the eighth-level immortal is even rarer.
, Yang Chen still thought about the addiction of punching with bare hands.
Bang, at the signal of Fatty Jinghu, Yang Chen stepped forward and punched Jinghu's round belly with a heavy punch. This part was almost the fattest part of Jinghu's body, and it was also his.
The place where you are least afraid of brute force attacks.
The voice was as deep as when Hou Yun attacked Jinghu. The moment his fist touched Jinghu's fat body, Yang Chen truly felt the elasticity of Jinghu's body. The kind that could swallow up almost all power and then slowly pass through it.
The method of deforming and buffering to remove force can be said to be Jinghu's most unique method of dealing with brute force attacks.
Jinghu originally thought that Yang Chen's fist would be softly trapped like Hou Yun's big stick, and then bounced away, leaving him unscathed. However, the power carried by Yang Chen's fist frightened Jinghu directly.
A big jump.
The same thing fell into the pit of fat, the same way the fat deformed and buffered the force, but the force on Yang Chen's fist was so great that the fat had deformed to the limit. But he still couldn't completely remove it.
The power. There was still a part of the power that directly penetrated the fat and hit Jinghu's internal organs heavily.
Standing on the spot, Jinghu let out a slightly surprised grunt, and the powerful spiritual power quickly offset the force that penetrated his internal organs. Even so, there was still some faint pain in the place hit by Yang Chen's punch.
Although he was not injured, the heavy punch felt unpleasant.
Hou Yun's eyes widened at the side, fearing that he might miss something. Yang Chen's body refining technique was at a higher level than him, and Hou Yun knew it clearly. How could he not take a closer look at what a high-level body refining technique looks like at this time?
"Your punch is more than ten times harder than Lao Hou's." The person who had received the attack from the two people exclaimed, and he was the most qualified to judge the strength of the two people. Yang Chen only punched Jing.
Hu was very surprised. Yang Chen's figure was inconspicuous and his cultivation level was slightly low, but the force of this punch almost made him lose his composure.
Fortunately, Jinghu endured the pain and was able to stand still without being punched away. Otherwise, he would have lost with the first punch.
Yang Chen's first punch was just a test, and the next one was the real attack. Facing Jinghu, Yang Chen's fist seemed to turn into a big tent, carrying hundreds or thousands of fist shadows, and hit Jinghu's flesh.
On the meat.
At this moment, Jinghu was not as relaxed as he was at the beginning. His face was full of seriousness, and his spiritual power traveled throughout his body, completely protecting his entire body. As soon as he finished this step, Yang Chen's fist had already reached his body.
A series of banging sounds were heard endlessly, and countless dents appeared on Jinghu's body. Each dent was the result of Yang Chen's fist attack. It was just because Yang Chen's attack speed was too fast that the previous dent
Before it could bounce up, the next pit had already appeared, and one after another, such a shocking picture appeared.
Jinghu had almost stretched his body to the extreme, and all his spiritual power was fighting against the forces that were rushing straight into his guts, bombarding him from all directions. On the almost invulnerable fat he had always been proud of,
At this moment, there were waves of pain. It felt like being forcefully blasted by Yang Chen.
However, a master of the eighth level of the Celestial Immortal was, after all, a master of the eighth level of the Celestial Immortal. Even without using any protective magic weapon, he could withstand Yang Chen's series of bombardments just by relying on his body and spiritual protection.
However, even with Jinghu's cultivation, he could no longer maintain his human body at this moment. He completely restored his original killer whale form, and his body also expanded a lot, with a radius of several feet, no longer a small one with only three feet.
appearance.
Yang Chen was also complaining secretly in his heart. The fat man Jinghu really lived up to his reputation. He was so fat that he could even reach the peak of strength. Although he was short of the baptism of the tribulation, his strength would not lie.
, every attack he made was firmly received by Jinghu.
Could it be that my own strength is really helpless against this fat man?