Thunder Martial

On the battlefield, Purple stands indifferently, opposite is Weilin with a smile.

Under the battlefield, there are many disciples to gather the lively inner door, gathering hundreds of people in front and back, first because the gambling of ten real Qi Dan is huge, stimulating them. Second, they also want to see and test the first person.

An inner door rivalry, many talented brilliant generations, but hard-boiled by the purple fierce flashes, five layers of authenticity, understood the true essence of third-rate warfare skills, also merged warfare skills, the strength of the enemy Wang and Wu Sheng, of which Wu Sheng's qualifications, is more like that of Brother Chen Feng in that year.

Though not entering the core, Ziyin has a high reputation in the inner door, and his talent can be compared to the first genius of the inner door, Su Mengyao.

Everyone came with anticipation, hoping that purple would be brilliant again, but this hope was only modest, because many people speculated that the six layers of authentic Qi Weilin had broken through again.

“Humph." Under the battlefield, Wang Xiong and others gathered and looked at Zilin and laughed. The difference between the seven and six layers of the real qi was huge. The purple qi was strong and capable of defeating Wu Sheng, but could not defeat Weilin, because Weilin's second-rate fighting skills had long been understood.

“I want not only your true Qi Dan, but your life as well.” Wang Xiong's eyes flashed a cold light.

The battle had not yet begun, and the crowd suddenly had a minor riot. Only Romen came from afar and the inner disciples gave way.

“Brother Romain.” Wang Xiong's eyes shine as he sees Romain walking his way.

“Well, that's good.” In the eyes of awe, Romen walked next to Wang Xiong, and there was a glimmer of appreciation in his eyes.

Zixiang did not give him face in front of the public. Naturally, he had to teach Zixiang some lessons, which could kill him the best. Now Wang Xiong took the lead against Zixiang, and Roman was very satisfied.

“Brother, thank you, this purple dog is simply a mad dog, it is not possible to teach him a lesson.” Wang Xiongdao, and the others nodded continuously.

“Well, I heard that this kid is going to bet on eight real Qi Dan, I don't know, you should promise him, not eight real Qi Dan.” Roman said faintly.

“Yes, Brother Romain said extremely, but it's too late, but if Zijuan dies, his other true Qi Dan belongs to Brother Romain.” Wang Xiong nodded, but his heart whispered darkly. Roman guarded a place full of oil and water, exclusively deducting the contribution of others, natural wealth and grandeur, what they are, nothing.

“Well, let's see the fight.” Roman nodded and was very satisfied with Wang Xiong's answer, turning his eyes to the battlefield.

On the battlefield, Weilin was already accumulating momentum, but Purple was immobile and his eyes were calm.

“Kid, I'll let you know today that a little guy in your district just walked into the inner door, the gap with us guys.” Weilin grinned and the aura around him became solidified, while the true qi of the lane surrounded the body surface.

True Qi Layer 7, Weilin definitely broke through.

For this scene, Zixuan has no accident. The inner disciple is not a human brain. He has no strength to arrogate in front of Zixuan, but, similarly, Zixuan is not stupid. Bet that nature has the certainty to win.

Faced with seven layers of true qi, purple motionless, but surrounded by a momentum, the general momentum of the tiger, the appearance of the tiger fist.

“Hmm, third-rate warfare tiger fist, look at my second-rate warfare rolling stone fist.” Wei Lin laughed and the seven layers of true qi fluttered instantly, then waved his double fists towards the purple.

The battle sounded instantly.

The boxing wind rolled out, the layers truly struck out, and the Dao boxing shadow appeared, like a giant rolling stone, in front of the purple.

Rolling Stone Fist, second-rate combat technique, attackable, attackable like a rolling stone, getting bigger and bigger, boxing wind impervious, defensible in the attack, defensive in the defense, if the first period can not be suppressed, the later period can not be cracked at all.

“Good boy, rampant enough.” His own boxing wind has appeared, and it has become larger, and the purple remains immobile, and Weilin sends a disdainful praise, and the boxing wind turns again, becoming denser and more dense, pressing toward the purple.

On the battlefield, the wind whistled and a repressive aura appeared.

“What is Zixuan doing? Why hasn't he done it yet? Don't he know that if he doesn't suppress the first stage of Rolling Stone Fist, the second stage can't suppress it? ”

“What the hell is going on here? ”

Under the battlefield, people were confused. Even Miao Sky frowned slightly, and Lin Xue was anxious.

“Humph.” Just after the rolling stone fistwind had become massive, Purple snorted coldly, and the surrounding breath suddenly burst like an awake tiger.

Six layers of true qi surrounded the body surface, fists clasped, blood poured in the body, like a fierce beast.

“Ho!”

Tiger tsunami shook the mountain forest, the king's power was exhausted, type 2 tiger fist was like running cloud water, directly triggered type 3, between moments, purple seemed to turn into a tiger, rushed into a rock-like boxing wind.

Touch the hard with the hard with the strong.

“Boom.”

The blast burst out suddenly, the entire battlefield began to shake, the surrounding stones fell, and there was a crack in the earth.

Weilin just felt a strong force, coming from the opposite side with a strong to just breath, instantly breaking his own cloudy wind fist, impacted himself, after which his body did not listen to the call to fly back.

Until he flew out of the battlefield and landed with a bang.

Strike one, lose.

After the victory, he stood where Weilin had previously stood, at the foot was a spreading crack in the lane, white clothes floating due to the strength, his figure was extremely bright, not knowing how many eyes underneath.

Under the battlefield, death-like silence, before the battle, they conceived all kinds of predictions, but every predicted result, purple failure, but the real result, far more than expected.

True Qi 7th level Weilin, once defeated.

“Six layers of true qi, purple only overnight, broke through.” After the silence, there was a shock at last.

They discovered the wrong place, and the moment of purple action, it was like a freshly fierce beast.

“Impossible, the day before yesterday he was still five stories of authenticity, and not yet at the peak of authenticity, why today he suddenly broke through.” Wang Xiong is also incredible.

Why does he believe that Weilin can win? Naturally, it can be seen that Zijuan has just broken through the fifth level of the real Qi. Even if there is a real Qi Dan, it is not possible to break into the sixth level of the real Qi in a short time.

All calculations are well founded. It is entirely Wang Xiong's years of experience in refining and refining Zhenqi Dan, but how could he not have predicted that the speed of purple refining and refining Zhenqi Dan is timed with an engraving clock, and is still completely refined without wasting a trace of energy.

Purple stood on the battlefield, completely ignoring the defeated Weilin, looking down at Wang Xiong, reaching out his hand, indifferently said: “Give it to me. ”

“Pfft." Weilin was ignored and angry, finally unable to suppress the air and blood fluttering in his chest. After spitting out, he fainted for the first time.

“Give me what?” Wang Xiong knowingly asked, clearly there was remorse in his heart.

“What, do you want to repent?” There was a smile in the corner of the purple mouth, sarcastically: “The district is just five real Qi Dan, it doesn't matter if you want to rely on the account, just kneel on the ground and climb around the battlefield to learn a circle of dogs. ”

“You...”

Next to Wang Xiong, everyone was furious, their eyes sparked, they wanted to tear up the purple, but they were blocked by Wang Xiong.

“Good boy, you got balls.” Wang Xiong grinned and took a porcelain bottle out of his arms.

“Wang Xiong, don't you...” next to, the others stunned, one person said.

“May the gambling service lose, the district five real Qi Dan is nothing.” Wang Xiong smiled softly, and the porcelain bottle in his hand suddenly threw away towards the purple clay.

Next to it, there was a glimmer of appreciation in Roman's eyes.

“Pfft." Purple grabbed it easily and opened it, just the right amount.

“Well, that's kind of funny.” Purple smiled and walked straight to the battlefield. He never went to see Wang Xiong again.

Beautiful to leave.

“So handsome, Wang Xiong had no choice.” Some disciples, their eyes lit up again.

But after seeing a Qian shadow catch up with Purple, each one also showed envy and jealousy.

“Violet, you're amazing.” Lin Xue praised and sighed, his eyes equally glowing.

“Thank you." Purple smiled.

“What are you doing now?” Lin Xue asked.

“Go back to practice or someone else will kill you.” Purple Dao.

“Oh, boosting strength is the most important thing.” Lin Xuedao.

Purple looked at some of the lost Lin Xue and asked: "What are you doing? ”

“I want to see the tactics, see if I can exchange a second-rate walk, and I want you to go with me.” Lin Xue lowered her head and dared not look at the purple.

Purple smiled lightly. “I don't think anyone's bothering me today. Go, I'll go with you. ”

“But your time now...” Lin Xue hesitated.

“Rest assured, I have my own arrangements.” All of a sudden, purple seemed to remember something, "he asked.“ You just entered the inner gate, where did you get the contribution point? ”

“Sister gave it to me.” Lin Xuedao.

Purple clear, Su Mengyao's position in the inner door is very high, there are extra points of contribution, nature is very normal.

“Then let's go. ”

Through the loft, under the finger point of the disciples of the inner gate, Purple arrived yesterday to understand the contribution point, but turned into the Martial Arts Cabinet.

The Martial Arts Pavilion is divided into three layers, the first is third-rate combat skills, the second is second-rate, and the third is first-rate combat skills.

Of these, third-rate warfare skills are most common and are arranged in rows on bookshelves.

Next to the Martial Arts Pavilion, an elderly man in red sits there, he is the elder guardian of the Martial Arts Pavilion and is also responsible for registering something.

The two of them went straight to the second floor, where there was a lot of second-rate fighting.

Blast Star Fist, Overlord Step, Mountain Palm Opening, Rolling Stone Fist, Rift Stone Palm... and so on, more than a hundred battle moves.

There are more than a dozen ways to walk, such as hegemony, frost, blast, cloud, etc.

But when Lin Xue came in, she didn't look at the second-rate walking method, but went to see some warfare skills. You should know that she herself already has second-rate warfare skills.

Before, Zixuan didn't care, thought Lin Xue was just curious, but when Lin Xue Station went to the front of the powerful boxing, and intentionally made a contribution point exchange, Zixuan finally understood what Lin Xue meant. He couldn't help but ask: “Aren't you watching gait, what are you doing watching warfare skills? ”