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Chapter 34 The one who wins you, the king of Hudaomen wins!

Lingwu, a weapon made of spirit iron.

Not only is it extremely hard, but it can also enhance the internal energy released by the warrior, greatly increasing the combat power of the warrior.

Even the zhenqi cultivated by the congenital master can be strengthened through Lingwu.

Because the building material is the spirit iron that is exclusively produced in the spirit iron vein, it is extremely precious.It is usually only possessed by the innate master.

Those in the Body Tempering Realm who can hold Spirit Martial Arts are basically either directly from the sect, or direct descendants of the grand master's family.

The Thunder Tribulation Gauntlet is a very famous spiritual martial art of Jinquanmen.

Its material is the most precious and rare thunder iron crystal ore in the spirit iron ore.

And it took several years to cast it by a famous forging master in the capital of the Great Shu Kingdom.

Lei Jie, as the name suggests, the inner qi or innate qi released by this glove has its own power of thunder and lightning.

When the enemy touches it, the weaker ones will be paralyzed and stiff, and the stronger ones will also feel electric shock and numbness, which will affect the battle.

Spiritual martial arts with special powers have already broken away from the category of ordinary spiritual martial arts.

The last owner of this treasure was Wu Guangyu. With this glove, he once severely injured the old master of the Changquan sect and died as a result.

This is why Hong Xiang was extremely angry after seeing this Lingwu.

It's just because the old suzerain is the master of Zhongxing Changquan sect, and his cultivation has reached the seventh level of innate.

If he hadn't been seriously injured and died, the Changquan Sect at this time would have been the number one sect in Longling County.

At that time, the two were evenly matched in strength, if Wu Guangyu hadn't relied on the Thunder Tribulation Gauntlet, it would have been impossible to injure the old master of the Changquan Sect.

This is also the fundamental reason why the Changquan School has been staring at and hating the Golden Fist School for decades.

The Thunder Tribulation Gauntlet is the top treasure in Lingwu, and it is not qualified to be owned by a Jingyuan warrior at all.

Even a body tempered martial artist might be robbed by the innate master at any time if he wears this kind of spiritual martial arts when he goes out of the city.

Give such a sensitive spiritual weapon to a disciple of the Jingyuan Realm in public.

Coupled with Zhang Yinfeng's words of encouragement, it was like slapping Changquan Zong in the face.

"Humph……"

He shouldn't have spoken at this time, but Hong Xiang couldn't help but get angry.

Zhao Wuyang, who was behind him, stared fiercely at Chu Ren, and his junior disciple Zhao Wuheng, who was beside him, also had a gloomy expression.

This move can be regarded as completely embarrassing for the three of them.

Situ Kong murmured: "Why did Master give this treasure..."

Lu Yuesheng was full of envy.

As direct disciples, they all received the ceremony of apprenticeship bestowed by the master at the apprenticeship ceremony.

However, several of them are ordinary spirit martial arts, although they are precious, compared with the Lei Jie gloves, the gap is too big.

Not just because of its preciousness and power.More of a symbol.

It represents the unrivaled glory of Jinquanmen, as well as the glorious record of the old master of Changquan who was seriously injured.

The several masters who were present at the ceremony were also whispering and whispering.

No one knew what kind of tricks Zhang Yinfeng was playing. Since the death of his eldest disciple, Zhang Yinfeng has become very low-key.

Even if the four apprentices were beaten to death in the mining area, they didn't get mad and find fault.

"Is he so confident in this new apprentice? Confident enough to think that his future achievements will not be inferior to Wu Guangyu's?"

Hudaomen Zheng Yan's eyes flickered.

Gu Xijun, the innate master of Spirit Sword Sect, frowned slightly.

Although the Tianjiao who broke the five pillars has strong aptitude, but the Tianjiao who has not grown up is always just a Tianjiao.

Wouldn't it be flattering to kill so high?some unwise...

"Praise it... I will let you fall into the abyss later!"

Hong Xiang and Zheng Yan looked at each other slightly, and their eyes were full of sternness.

Today, he planned to give the Golden Fist School a blow, but now he can't wait to send his disciples to the stage immediately.

"Thank you master for your generous gift, this disciple will definitely live up to this treasure."

After bowing and saluting, Chu Ren solemnly took over the gloves.

The body of the glove is blue-black, with a faint blue-white halo on the surface.

He put on the gloves, and felt the warmth from his hands, permeating his whole body.The killing energy in the body is slowly rising.

The inner qi circulated to his hands, and in an instant he roughly understood the preciousness of Lingwu.

"Good baby!"

This was the first time he had come into contact with such a supernatural treasure, and he was excited.

When he ran into Zhao Wuyang in the Qingfeng Building before, he saw a pair of metal gloves on his hands.

Although he noticed it at the time, he didn't take a closer look.

Now that he recalled it, he realized that it was actually a pair of Lingwu gloves.

"Gu Qiankun's sword can glow. It seems to be a spiritual weapon. I don't know its quality."

Gu Qiankun's treasured sword was still lying in his storage bag, when the tip of his eyes noticed the glint of the sword.

His chest was slashed with a sword, and even though he was physically strong, it took more than a week before he began to heal slowly.

Until now, there is still a scarlet sword mark on the chest, which is shocking.

Zhang Yinfeng said with a smile: "Apprentice, offer incense to the patriarch, kowtow three times, and the ceremony will be done."

Chu Ren nodded, and solemnly walked to the statue of the patriarch, and a disciple of the Jinquan School next to him hurriedly handed over three sticks of incense.

He took the incense and lit it, and inserted it into the incense burner.

He knelt on the futon in front of the statue and kowtowed three times.

"Boom... My personal disciple, Mi Ren, formally joined the Golden Fist School, a ceremony!"

The bell rang and spread throughout the entire sect, and Chu Ren officially became a direct disciple of the Golden Fist School.

The process of apprenticeship has been completed, and the next step is the process of observing the ceremony.

Zhang Yinfeng walked off the stage and sat in the head seat.

The eyes of the audience were all on Chu Ren, who was the only one standing in the audience.

The direct disciples of the major sects at the viewing table looked like torches, and several of them were even more eager to try, with malicious intentions.

"Today, I entered the Golden Fist Gate, and I am the sixth personal disciple of Master. Thank you for watching the ceremony."

Chu Ren looked around and said with a smile, "Now...who wants to come up and help me?"

After finishing speaking, he looked at the seats of Hudaomen and Changquan sect.

Today, only these two families brought Jingyuanjing disciples here, and the purpose is self-evident.

Among them, the direct disciple of Changquan Sect, who was at the Jingyuan Realm, was even more aggressive and looked impressive.

Chu Ren had heard his senior sister mention it before, and this person seemed to be called Zhao Wuheng, who was Zhao Wuyang's younger brother.

He is a genius who has cultivated Huang-level best boxing techniques to the perfection level in the Jingyuan realm.

"Let me weigh it."

The disciple of Hudaomen with a long sword on his waist stood up abruptly and walked out from the auditorium.

This person is about the same age as Chu Ren, seventeen or eighteen years old.

Wearing gray clothes, long hair shawl, black forehead, sharp eyes.

The two stood still in the middle of the field, and Chu Ren cupped his hands: "The direct disciple of the Golden Fist School, Mi Ren."

"Listen well, the one who wins you will win the Tiger Knife Gate King Zhong."

Wang Zhongsheng drew out his saber, without saying a word, he slashed straight at him.

Chu Ren's eyes were like lightning, his fists were clenched tightly, and he stepped on the windy steps, facing Wang Zhongsheng without avoiding or dodging.

"Want to use a boxing knife? Overestimate your own strength, my tiger knife door's subduing tiger knife technique is so easy to handle?"

Seeing Chu Ren stretching out his fist to meet the long knife, Zheng Xiuhai, a direct disciple of Hudaomen, sneered.

"It seems that my younger brother doesn't need to go up."

Zhao Wuyang also showed a mocking look, his genius younger brother Zhao Wuheng was much stronger than Wang Zhongsheng.

"Young."

Iron Master Yang Zhiqi also shook his head slightly. As soon as Chu Ren made a move, he knew he would suffer a loss.

"Little Junior Brother..."

Lu Yuesheng, who was watching the battle, raised his head slightly, worried for this junior who had just met a few times.

Between lightning and flint, the two people in the field greeted each other.

"Fuhu!"

Wang Zhongsheng suddenly showed a cruel smile, and his body exploded with strong internal energy.

The inner energy turned into a looming tiger, which merged into the blade, and with the roar of the tiger, slashed at Chu Ren's fists.

"Earth Sha!"

Chu Ren didn't back down, let out a loud shout, the air in his fists was steaming, crackling, and he hammered directly at the long knife that was cut above his head.

"Clang!"

There was a sharp sound of metal clashing.

The long knife in Wang Zhongsheng's hand collapsed!
"what!"

"how so!"

The direct disciples of the major sects stood up one after another.

Several congenital masters showed expressions of surprise.

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