Immortal Martial Arts: Gou in the Mortal World Clone Monster Beast Devours Evolution

Chapter 35 Fighting against the disciples of the Changquan sect

A knife is a heavy weapon, let alone a glove, not even a sword, stick and spear can block its sharpness.

Chu Ren turned out to have only one move, which not only blocked the Subduing Tiger Saber technique for which the Tiger Sword Sect was famous.

It even knocked Wang Zhongsheng's long knife flying.

"it is good!"

"Little brother did a great job!"

Lu Yuesheng and Zhang Qingyin stood up abruptly.

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, Chu Ren took advantage of the victory to pursue, and his fists shot out like cannonballs, firmly imprinting on Wang Zhongsheng's chest.

"puff……"

Before Wang Zhongsheng woke up from the shock of being knocked away by the long knife, he sprayed a lot of blood and flew backwards.

The whole person fell directly under the viewing platform, seriously injured and passed out, with less intake and more output.

Chu Ren withdrew his fist and smiled slightly: "Accept."

An understatement, as if he just slapped a fly to death.

In fact, he really wanted to beat Wang Zhongsheng to death, but unfortunately, it was not suitable for this occasion.

Master Zhang Yinfeng warned him yesterday that no one should be killed in the ceremony of apprenticeship.

When Wang Zhongsheng drew his sword just now, he showed a fierce killing intent, obviously wanting to destroy him with a single blow.

There is no need to be polite to such a person.

Tiger Blade Master Zheng Yan's face was livid: "You are so young, you should attack viciously!"

The Zongmen's stunt was severely injured by the enemy's short attack, which was a shame.

With a dark face, Zheng Xiuhai quickly stepped off the stage, took out a pill and poured it into Wang Zhongsheng's mouth to save his life.

"Take it back quickly for treatment!"

Instructing several Hudaomen disciples who walked quickly from outside the door, Wang Zhongsheng was carried away, and Zheng Xiuhai returned to the audience seat.

Although several masters only brought a small number of disciples inside, there were still ordinary disciples outside the Golden Fist Gate.

Ling Jianzong Gu Xijun's beautiful eyes circulated: "What a strong physique, really amazing talent."

Jian Xuehen beside her stared at Chu Ren with a trace of surprise in her cold and beautiful eyes.

"It's only been taken for ten days, right? This Earth Sha Fist seems to be small enough?"

Yang Zhiqi, the head of the Iron Palm Sect, sighed: "Using the Xiaocheng boxing method to defeat the Dacheng sword method, tsk tsk."

"It's just the advantage of using weapons."

Hong Xiang's face was a little ugly, staring at the glove in Chu Ren's hand.

Standing erect, Chu Ren said loudly, "Who else wants to come up?"

"I come!"

Zhao Wuyang's younger brother, Zhao Wuheng, stood up and walked slowly into the arena.

Zhao Wuheng was about eighteen or nineteen years old, and his appearance was somewhat similar to Zhao Wuyang's, with unusually prominent browbones.

With short hair and a cropped head, he is tall and strong, with thick and long arms.

"A direct disciple of the Changquan sect, Zhao Wuheng."

He cupped his hands unhurriedly, his tone blunt.

Chu Ren returned the salute: "The direct disciple of the Golden Fist School, Mi Ren."

Zhao Wuheng stared at the glove, and said darkly: "Do you know that this glove is the murder weapon that seriously injured my master?"

"Oh...that's right, so what?" Chu Ren smiled slightly.

Changquanmen and Jinquanmen have a narrow road to each other, and there are countless grievances and grievances in the past few decades.

He really doesn't know about this kind of thing, but he doesn't care whether he knows or not.

"How? The moment you took the murder weapon and put it on in front of me."

Zhao Wuheng suddenly showed a fierce look: "In my heart, you are already a dead person."

"I may not be able to kill you today, but I will remember your life."

The naked words were spoken without any concealment.

All the disciples of the Golden Fist School in the field changed their faces, and their expressions were angry.

Zhang Qingyin was ashamed and angry: "This Zhao Wuheng is too arrogant!"

The faces of the two people beside them were not good-looking, and they were still at the Golden Fist School, so they made such bold remarks.

The leader Zhang Yinfeng was expressionless at this moment, not knowing what he was thinking.

"This glove only injured a suzerain, but did not kill it. It is really a pity."

Chu Ren raised his hands, turned them over to admire, and then grinned and said, "Do you think so?"

"presumptuous!"

At the viewing table, Hong Xiang got up and shouted angrily, and he couldn't maintain the demeanor of the Xiantian Grandmaster.

Zhao Wuheng's blood surged up, and the veins on his forehead were exposed: "You are courting death!"

With the wind under his feet, he rushed towards Chu Ren, his arms were like ape's arms, and his strength was like a whip.The people have not yet arrived, and the crackling has arrived.

It is the ultimate skill of the Changquan sect, the best boxing method of the Huang level... the White Ape Changquan.

Chu Ren went straight up, his fists were like cannons, straight in and out.

"Crack!"

The two fought hand-to-hand, Zhao Wuheng's arms were like long whips, and his fists were like hammers, pulling towards Chu Ren.

Zhao Wuheng is a genius, with a physique of more than forty in the Jingyuan state, plus the White Ape Changquan that has been practiced to perfection.

It is far from comparable to Wang Zhongsheng before.

When the boxing technique is practiced to a high level, one can better exert physical strength.

Chu Ren's Di Sha Fist had only a small success, but Zhao Wuheng's White Ape Chang Fist was perfect.

The difference between one high and one low is enough to offset the difference in physical talent.

But Chu Ren was not afraid at all, and his fists were not at all inferior to the number of punches.

Especially under the blessing of the Thunder Tribulation Gloves.His fists shot out traces of lightning.

It blended with the gray-black internal energy on the glove, multiplying its power, making Zhao Wuheng's arms numb from the punch.

"Could it be that he has practiced hard skills?"

Seeing that the air crackled with Zhao Wuheng's white ape long fist, but he couldn't gain the upper hand, Zheng Yan was surprised.

"How can hard work be so easy to practice? It is impossible to practice it without a few years."

Hong Xiang's face was gloomy. As a boxing sect, he is naturally good at hard work.He didn't believe that Chu Ren had practiced hard skills.

But ordinary disciples are not allowed to practice hard skills in the Jingyuan realm.

First of all, the practice of hard work is troublesome, usually hitting oneself with hard objects.

As for the warriors in the Jingyuan realm, their physical potential has not yet been stimulated, so this kind of cultivation method can easily hurt their roots.

Secondly, if you want to achieve results in hard work, it is always based on years, which is not easy.

Moreover, if the hard work is practiced too deeply, the body will become stiff, which is also a hindrance to the practice of martial arts and martial arts.

Situ Kong, who was watching the battle, shook his folding fan and exclaimed, "Young brother's physique is so powerful?"

Lu Yuesheng was also taken aback: "He was able to withstand Zhao Wuheng's White Ape Chang Fist."

However, what everyone didn't know was that Chu Ren was not carrying it, but enduring it.

His physique is over a hundred, and his chest and back defense has twice the bonus brought by the shield armor, let alone confronting Zhao Wuheng's boxing skills.

Even if he took Zhao Wuheng's fist hard a few times, he would not be seriously injured.

With his strength, not to mention that Zhao Wuheng is only in the late Jingyuan stage now.

Even if he is currently in the middle stage of body tempering, as long as Chu Ren activates the talent of snake song, he can still blow up.

It's just that there are so many pairs of eyes watching, and there are many innate masters among them, so he can't show his strength unscrupulously.

No matter how strong a Tianjiao in the late Jingyuan period is, there is a limit.

"That's it? Still want to kill me?"

Chu Rendi opened and closed his fierce fists, and could even be distracted and taunted.

"You are courting death!"

Dozens of tricks failed to win Chu Ren, and Zhao Wuheng's mentality was already out of balance.

At this time, he was even ridiculed by the opponent in the battle.

Furious, he took a sudden step back.

Then, with lightning speed, he took out a black pill from his waist and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Politan!"

"It's a bit of a loss, so what if you win?"

The master's eyes were sharp, and he saw the elixir.

"Die!"

Zhao Wuheng's breath was soaring, and he rushed to Chu Ren again, the power of the White Ape's Changquan was faster and stronger as it was visible to the naked eye.

The two sides fought hard again, and Chu Ren began to lose his support and kept retreating.

Zhang Yinfeng stood up and looked at Hong Xiang: "Hand in hand, and still use the courage pill? Your grandmaster loses face?"

As he spoke, he took a few steps closer, ready to make a move at any time to prevent Chu Ren from being injured.

"Skin? You gave him the Thunder Tribulation Gloves in front of me, so you're clearly provoking my Changquan sect, and you're talking about face with me?"

Hong Xiang sneered: "Let's compete with each other, no one stipulates that you are not allowed to take pills, right?"

After that, he also stood up and walked to the sidelines.

(End of this chapter)