The Strongest Sect of All Times

“Buzzing, simmering. ”

Walk into the center of the martial arts and report your name.

This man is second only to a martial arts disciple in the Gate, and is stronger in overall strength than Hu Zheng.

This is strong, not much stronger.

After all, they are all peak martial arts, so long as they do not cross into the martial arts division, the difference between the two is no less than about two or three thousand kilograms.

“Go!” the referee shouted.

Xinyuang rushed over first for the sake of the owner and the glory of the doorman.

Spirits can erupt completely, not only gathering all over the body, covering several major points, but also into the palms of both hands.

“Brush, brush! ”

In an instant, his hands attacked and his spirit was able to whistle, forming a palm print accompanied by a whistling voice.

This is a tiger whistling dragon bark.

Unique mastery of medium and high order in the valves.

This technique is divided into Tiger Whistling Palm and Dragon Bar. It can be used separately or dragon tiger can come out together to form the Tiger Whistling Dragon Bark!

Xin Yongyang has been majoring in this technique since his arrival.

Cooperate with the spiritual energy of the peak martial arts, once implemented, the air waves and air friction formed will produce the sound of the tiger whistling dragon!

“Brush! Brush! ”

Left dragon right tiger hand print, swept away, like a dragon tiger long whistle.

To attract the compliments of all the elders, it was agreed that the understanding of mastery law has reached the state of pure green, worthy of the genius of Ping Ling Root.

What about Li Qingyang of Iron Bone Pie?

“Brush!”

During the thought, Li Qingyang stepped up, condensed the burst fist and bombarded the past, obviously with the most authentic confrontation to fight the Tiger Tsunami Dragon bark.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The fists collided and the energy fluctuated in the middle of the sky, forming a circle of ripples.

In a few seconds, Li Qingyang and Xinyang fought each other more than a dozen times. From the perspective of the situation, they seemed to fight up and down.

That's right!

That's normal!

The four previous consultations were not intense at all, and we came all the way to see the noise!

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The two fought each other for more than a dozen moves, then tacitly separated and kept a certain distance.

Li Qingyang's face was light and cloudy.

Simon raised his eyebrows slightly wrinkled and his palms loosened, trying to relieve the feeling of numbness that had just rushed up.

“Hao Qi's disciples lost money.” Wang Donglin Road.

Qin Haoran also noticed that his face had faded again.

I'm going to lose again in this fight?

Look, it's all beaten up without confidence, you have to lick your face to continue the fight, and agree with the colorful head. Is there a problem with your brain?

It doesn't matter if we lose this fight!

Li Qingyang, the strongest of his steel pies, is already on the field. The disciples sent in the next two games are definitely not strong. Just take the two games and you can win!

“Brush!”

“Brush!”

Li Qingyang and Xinyuang fought again.

The two men did not disappoint the lively martial artists, wrestled together and fought extremely hard.

This painting is normal.

Previously, it was either kicked with a foot or crippled with daisy blossoms. It was also like sandbagging. In a one-sided position, it looked like there was no fun!

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Blasting sound and Tiger Xiaolong's chanting sounded in the martial arts. The faster Li Qingyang and Xinyang fight, the more intense the fight.

Gun Chang smiled and shook his hand. "Qingyang didn't choose to make a quick decision. He should want to use this peak martial artist as a companion. ”

“Boom!”

That's when the blast came.

Li Qingyang assembled more than 20,000 kilograms of strength fists on Xinyong Yang's palm and took a few steps back from his shock.

“Hao Qi's disciple is down! ”

“Li Qingyang fruit is so tough! ”

“In Mount Lingquan, it is not a privilege to defeat the disciples of the Holy Springs Sect! ”

Everyone appreciated Li Qingyang.

Why is that?

Because the trick is bright and bright, it's very stylish!

Either the first four Iron Bone disciples kick in the temple with their feet or the nasty trick of wrecking them with a daisy flower.

Hearing people talking about their son, Master Li's chest was proud and his face was full of pride.

Xinyong struggled to stabilize his body, his face looked slightly ugly, his right palm came with swelling and numbness, and he seemed to have been bombarded quite a bit.

“Brush!”

Li Qingyang stepped up, condensed the burst fist to strike again.

This time, Xin Yongyang was not given any chance to breathe, frequent bombardment, and the only way to end up bombing each other was to block, retreat, and then… be shot out of the arena.

Steel pie, one more round!

That's five to zero.

Li Qingyang won, and King's smile was no surprise.

Among the seven inner door disciples, Su Xiao Mo and Li Fei mastered grammar and foot strength. Xiao Sin has cultivated his flesh to the extreme, Lu Xu Ling Li pounded.

Although Li Qingyang does not have very bright strengths, it is also not very obvious short board, it belongs to comprehensive and balanced development.

Besides, among the disciples of the inner gate, it is now the highest, has broken into the seven martial arts.

Hu Zheng, the peak martial artist, was knocked unconscious by Xiao Sin.

It would be strange if the Second Disciple could not take Xinyuang, who is also a peak martial artist.

Don't say that Gun Chang laughed. Even the elders watching the war were not surprised by Li Qingyang's victory, because he acted too perfectly and impeccably.

Su Xiao Mo and others won the first four games. There is a feeling of how the plot can be reversed. Li Qingyang Sheng deserves it.

Wang Donglin commented: “There are no previous disciples with flash points, but it is expensive and very stable. ”

“Oops. ”

King Chang laughed and arched his hand: “Master Qin, if I win again in the next round, you will have to come out with ten million taels. ”

“Huh.”

Qin Hao shouted coldly: "Monarch, can you fight my next disciple? ”

Elite all out?

Is this underestimating Benedict?

The stars in the back of the night pulled down their faces and said, “Master, I'm going to fight next! ”

When he came to the Gate, he wanted to fight, even to pick one by one.

“Mmm.”

“'Let's go,' said Jung-chun. ”

“Knock, knock! ”

Night star punched twice, not afraid to shake his head out like a broken neck, his eyes flashed cold.

Qin Hao bluntly said: “Pei Jun, go ahead, remember to win. ”

“Yes.”

Ask Pei Jun's own disciple to come out. He is surrounded by strong spiritual power, obviously the strongest disciple in the valley.

“Master Qin has finally sent this martial arts master to pass on his disciples. ”

“The Iron Bone disciple, at first glance, is at the level of five or six martial arts, with no hope of winning. ”

“In my opinion, the plan of the Kingslayer was to put powerful disciples in the forefront and then use such disciples as cannon dust. ”

Gun ash?

Night stars flame three lengths.

If the Emperor had any previous life to cultivate, he would have crushed all you lowlife ants in the palms of his hands and let his soul fly apart, never to live forever!

It's the Night Emperor. It's a terrible idea!

“Step.”

Pei Jun walked to the central area one step at a time, arching his hand: “Hao Qi Gan, Pei Jun. ”

Night star faded away: “Don't bullshit, let's get started. ”

“Tsk, this cannon dust is pretty draggy. ”

“Doesn't he know that Pei Jun is the most powerful apprentice in the valley? ”

“The weakest consumes the strongest, even if it loses, it's worth it. ”

Every word spoken by the crowd was clearly passed into the ears of the night stars, and the anger burst out of their bodies, instantly spreading in their eyes, as if two flames were raised.

Pei Jun secretly shook: “This guy's eyes are scary! ”

“You!”

The night star turned to the referee and drank angrily: "Hurry up and start shouting, I can't wait! ”

This little tantrum...

“Go!” the referee shouted.

As soon as the voice fell, Pei Jun had rushed over, his hands looked backwards, and the spirit could meet in the palm of his hand, about to...

“Brush!”

Night stars suddenly appeared on the left, coldway: "Boy, you're too slow. ”

“Boo--”