Invincible Conqueror

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Introduction:

The unknown virus infects the world, and the world has changed greatly. Fang Hong, a junior in high school, awakens the five ancient gods, rises against the trend, pushes all the way, and breaks the world!

Chapter One Young Fang Hong

Earth, 2078.

At noon, the sun was shining.

The earth seemed to be scorched, and the entire Chuzhou City was filled with waves of heat.

As humans continue to destroy the earth's ozone layer and the environment, the earth's temperature is getting higher and higher. It is now December, but it is still extremely hot.

In the exercise hall of Chihong Wushu Hall in Chuzhou City, a 17-year-old boy with long hair is practicing his palms over and over again, his palms are powerful and powerful, and every palm brings a strong wind.

The boy’s complexion was bronze, his figure was not tall, he was 1.75 meters tall, with sword eyebrows, star eyes, handsome, thin, and naked upper body, all with strong muscles. As the boy continued to practice his palms, his body flowed. There was a faint red air current.

Just as the young man practiced his palms tirelessly over and over again, a voice sounded: "Yes, Fang Hong, your Xuanyang Gong has finally entered the fifth level."

A middle-aged man in his 40s walked in.

When the young Fang Hong saw the middle-aged man coming in, he stopped practicing his palms and said with a smile: "Master, you are here."

The middle-aged man is the owner of Chihong Wushu Museum, namely Fang Hong's master Yan Chihong.

Fang Hong came to Yan Chihong, scratching his head, a little embarrassed: "I also just broke through last night."

Yan Chihong looked at Fang Hong with a gratified expression: "If Master accepted you as a disciple a few years earlier, you might already be a senior warrior!"

He only accepted Fang Hong as a disciple two years ago. Within two years, Fang Hong had cultivated the Xuanyang Gong to the fifth level, and he could not help but marvel at such a speed of cultivation.

Xuan Yang Gong entered the fifth layer, which meant that Fang Hong was already a fifth-stage martial artist!

At the age of seventeen, a Wuduan martial artist, even among the younger generation of Chuzhou, is still outstanding.

"Have you tested your boxing power?" Yan Chihong asked Fang Hong.

"Not yet, I came to the martial arts gym in the morning and practiced Prajna Vajra palm." Fang Hong said.

"Let's go, let's test your punch strength." Yan Chihong said, and then led Fang Hong to the strength tester.

Fang Hong stood still, running the fifth level of Xuanyang Gong, and suddenly hit the tester with a punch.

Boom!

The tester made a loud bang.

The value continued to soar, breaking through 500 in an instant and stopping at 510.

"510 pounds! That's right, I just broke through the fifth martial artist, and his fist strength is 510 pounds!" Yan Chihong smiled, and then stroked his chin with a short beard, which was his habitual signature.

"510 pounds! Xiao Honghong, that's not bad, I'm almost catching up with your sister and me." At this moment, a fifteen or six-year-old girl with a sweet smile came in from outside.

The girl wore a long braid, which was waist-length, and her skin was as curly fat. She looked very beautiful, especially her eyes.

The girl came to Fang Hong's side, patted Fang Hong's shoulder, and said jokingly: "In the future, I will rely on you to cover her."

Fang Hong smiled bitterly: "Sister, you don't need me to cover it."

The girl is the daughter of his master Yan Chihong, named Yan Wan'er, two years younger than him. However, because he was late in apprenticeship, he called the girl a senior sister.

Yan Chihong smiled and said, "Okay, don't make fun of Fang Hong. However, Fang Hong has come to practice the exercises a long time ago. What a lazy person like you, came here after the sun reaches your toes, so don't look at it. What time is it, it's noon."

Yan Wan'er came over to Yan Chihong and said happily, "It's a rare Sunday today, Dad, you take me to Lushan Mountain."

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