Dominating Sword Immortal

hū hū hū hū...

In a small, flat courtyard, a figure practiced his fists smoothly, and the wind brought by the fierce fisting force blew dust on the ground, spinning.

“Drink!”

After a set of boxing, the figure suddenly burst into force, two boxing in a row on a thick waist hardwood pile, a scratch, the wooden pile could not withstand the damage of the boxing force, from the middle to two truncations, the first half of the truncation plunged out seven or eight meters, the sky collapsed into fine pieces of wood.

“Fist is finally soft. ”

Until the last day of the woodcutter alley, Ye Dust did not create a relaxed thought, wholeheartedly sharpened the skill of Vajra boxing, and powerful soul power made him clearly feel the power of every inch of the body, randomly can merge the forces of various parts to produce a deeper burst force, which is why he can cultivate Vajra boxing to the highest level.

“People who want to create Vajra boxing don't necessarily practice it to the highest realm, which I dominate, but the other side's advantage in martial arts compares me to the other side. ”

Laughing bitterly at his boring thoughts, Leaf Dust shook his head and walked to the stone table not far away.

A white porcelain bottle is placed on a round stone table, sealed with a red wood plug at the bottom of the bottle, exactly one hundred taels of silver a bottle of cream.

Boo!

Leaf dust opened the plug and lowered the mouth of the bottle. Soon, the milky yellow liquid flowed into the palm of the palm of the palm, with a slight light fragrance.

Take off your clothes and wipe your whole body with cream on your hands.

“It hurts so much.” After several breaths, the leaf dust only feels the hot breath slowly penetrating through the surface of the skin, gradually invading the muscles, blood and bones, as if an ant were drilling inside, a little itchy and painful.

Looking down, I only saw the muscular tangles on the surface of the fine body, the oil was bright, like the fiercest leopard, the streamlined shape was extremely explosive, it was hard to imagine that this was a 14-year-old body, of course, compared to Xu Jing's seemingly delicate body, the leaf dust was more than twice as bad.

After a little exercise, Leaf Dust put on his clothes, took a stainless steel sword and walked out the yard door to the advertising plaza in the western district of Liuyun Zongxi.

Bulletin Square is the place where Liuyunzhong will publish some important events. Tomorrow the events that will open in Wooden Lane should have been published. After all, many new people are still in a state of confusion. I don't know what to pay attention to, just like the original leaf dust.

In fact, Leaf dust doesn't have to go there deliberately, he knows what to know, basically there will be no change, but now he is different from the past, can not live passively, everything must be proactive, strive to achieve no great detail, sometimes the details decide success or failure.

Besides, the day before the break-in, the plaza must have gathered a lot of people to take the opportunity to look at the strength of others.

Going all the way through the horse and flower, Ye Dust discovered that for more than two years in the flowing cloud sect, there was no friend to play with. Think about it, it really failed.

With a bitter smile, Ye Du was somewhat envious of the outdoor disciples surrounding the group, see if they said they were laughing, so unhappy.

The plaza arrived, looking at it, a hundred wide, square marble square appeared in sight, and in front of the plaza, a huge wall was erected there, with a giant blank piece of paper on it, writing the five big black letters‘ Trekker Alley Competition '.

As people walk into the square, the ears of the leaves are filled with voices.

“Last year's wooden alley tournament first place was outside disciple Wu Zongming, don't know who it will be this year? ”

“I think 89 out of 10 is Wu Zongming, who knows how far his strength has progressed in six months. ”

“Reasonable, but I prefer the outer disciple to Zhang Hao Run on the first day. ”

“Zhang Hao Run! The 13-year-old, a rare genius who reached the 10th floor of Qi practice! ”

“No, I heard that he already had the strength to practice Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi ”

One person sneered: “Zhang Hao ran's genius has just entered the tenth floor of Qi practice. Don't forget that Wu Zongming was the tenth floor of Qi practice six months ago, and is now only half a step away from Condensation Reality. ”

“Hey, sounds good is half a step away, sounds bad is a flush failure, otherwise it would have reached the truth.” The person who spoke had a thin face and a slightly harsh colour.

“You dare insult Wu Zongming.” The outside disciple speaking for Fang Zongming looked angry.

Fang-faced disciples showed no weakness. “I know you are a friend of Wu Zongming, but I am not. I just want to be honest and say that everywhere you go, it makes sense. ”

“Hmm, good one makes sense. ”

Suddenly, a cold sound came through, followed by a powerful momentum, sweeping like a cyclone.

Everyone looked down, more than a dozen steps away, a young man in blue with a long sword on his back stood tall, staring closely at those who ridiculed him.

It is the Outer Sect First Disciple - Wu Zongming.

Ye Dunrao stood aside with interest and said, "There's a play.

The facial disciple who had previously described Wu Zongming as worthless seemed to be frightened by the momentum of the other party, stammering: “I... am I not talking about... facts? ”

Wu Zongming smiled, “Do you know who I hate the most? The coward who said bad things behind his back now gives you a chance to redeem yourself. If you can take my hand, this matter will be revealed, dare not! ”

One palm! The disciple's eyes flashed, his cultivation was on the eighth floor of Qi practice, two layers apart from Wu Zongming, but the next palm shouldn't be much of a problem, at most slightly injured, if you don't accept, then you really are a coward, you will not be able to lift your head in front of everyone.

“All right, one slap at a time, no fear! ”

After that, his body slightly bowed up, his right arm drooped, his clothes were windless and automatic, apparently in the convergence of the internal air into his right arm.

“This is the start of the Night Fork!” Some people can't help but say that they are famous.

The disciple smiled proudly. Xiao Night Fork was a high-ranking martial arts technique. He should not have been able to obtain this martial arts technique in his capacity. However, his uncle was the elder of Liuyunzheng Gate. Preparing a high-ranking martial arts technique for him was not a hand capture.

With Xiao Night's Fork Palm, he was confident to take Wu Zongming's move, maybe he could still stay out of the wind, then his fame sounded.

Wu Zongming's color remained the same. "Ready? ”

The square-faced disciple lifted his eyes, “Always waiting. ”

At this time, everyone held their breath and looked at the two people without turning their eyes, one being the first disciple of the outer gate and one being the disciple of the eighth level of Qi practice. Although the two sides only handled each other, they should be able to see some of their strength, even if they can't see it, the long term vision is fine.