Chang Sheng: The Emperor is crazy

Chapter 11 Martial Arts Performance
The entire Yanwu Hall is made of bronze.

Seats made of fine iron were arranged in two vertical rows, and bronze lamps were placed on the four walls, burning the oil of the black whale from the East China Sea.

These oils have their own fragrance and release green smoke after burning, which also has the effect of calming the mind.

"Brother, it feels so comfortable!"

Ruomei took a few deep breaths of smoke, feeling refreshed all over her body and clear-headed.

Yu Qinghun was also shocked.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, he felt that the fur under his feet was extremely tough.

He couldn't help but stamped hard, but the fur was unscathed.

"Don't try it, kid. This is a carpet tanned with the fur of bears from the Northern Mongolia Mountains. It is not only tough but can also absorb strength. I am afraid no one in the world except Your Majesty can break it with bare hands."

Yu Qinghun stamped his feet again in disbelief, but the carpet was still unscathed. His actions instantly aroused the ridicule of the surrounding soldiers.

"It's really over the top."

"A pretty boy who has never seen the world."

"What the hell? Does he want to challenge His Majesty?"

These military lieutenants have always been straightforward and have no scruples in what they say.

The Imperial Master has always been very thorough and simple, and the same is true for his disciples, so Yu Qinghun was not known to everyone before.

After hearing this, Yu Qinghun's handsome face turned red.

Ruomei wanted to refute, but she was surrounded by many heroic men in the army. Her masculine energy rushed and her face turned redder than Yu Qinghun.

"Okay, get ready to start!"

Li Yannian sat on the main seat, and the unruly military officers immediately shut up.

"Who is willing to challenge the disciples of the National Master? I will reward the winner heavily, and I will not be stingy with the loser."

"But if you dare to pretend to be fake, I will chop you up and feed you to the dogs."

Yu Qinghun quickly adjusted his attitude and raised his fingers at the sergeant who just laughed at him.

"I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

Zhao Jinsong stepped forward.

"This is the commander of the Vermilion Bird Guard, a great martial arts master." Jueyin Luo said beside Li Yannian.

The martial arts grand master's ability is second only to the martial arts saint.

Daxia martial arts is divided into warriors, martial arts masters, martial arts masters, martial arts grand masters and the highest level of martial arts saints.

The great master of martial arts has been able to defeat hundreds of people, and these hundreds of people do not refer to ordinary people but young men who have some knowledge of martial arts.

"This is a good seedling."

Li Chongming praised, but Li Yannian was noncommittal.

Zhao Jinsong was about 30 years old. He was tall and strong, with an unruly face. He was a whole head taller than Yu Qinghun in height. Judging from his physique and appearance, the winner between the two seemed to be clear.

Zhao Jinsong first gestured with his fists and then exerted force on the soles of his feet. His whole body rushed forward like a cannonball.

When he was about to arrive in front of Yu Qinghun, he jumped up with the help of momentum and slashed down with his palm like a knife. The huge force even set off a gust of wind.

"it is good!"

The onlookers cheered loudly.

Li Yannian shook his head.

I saw that Yu Qinghun’s expression did not change.
His body leaned back, his palms rotated slightly like holding a ball, and the layers of air waves enveloped Zhao Jinsong like a whirlpool.

"How can this be?"

Zhao Jinsong's face was filled with shock.

The opponent's continuous energy was constantly dissolving his energy.

He didn't have time to think about it, so he could only use his remaining strength to slash Yu Qinghun's neck with his knife.

Boom!

After two muffled sounds, the hand knife slipped from both sides of Yu Qinghun's neck.

Yu Qinghun stood still. He looked up at Zhao Jinsong and smiled slightly: "That's it?"

Then he punched hard.

Soon enough, Zhao Jinsong's fist hit Zhao Jinsong's abdomen hard, knocking the man about two meters tall into a crotch, followed by another kick.

boom!
Zhao Jinsong flew across the threshold, landed hard on the ground and stopped making any movement.

"This...how is this possible!"

"Old Zhao actually lost!"

There was a burst of noise from everyone present, and even the expressions of Wu Xingyun and other martial saints changed slightly. "What kind of technique is this?"

Li Yannian asked.

"The skill of thousands of swirling waves and stacking waves."

Yu Qinghun looked reserved,
"This is the magical skill that my master learned by observing the ebb and flow of the tide. It can transform all kinds of energy and trap thousands of enemies."

"The Imperial Master is truly remarkable."

Li Yannian kept tapping the back of the chair.

What he saw clearly just now was that at the moment when the knife struck Yu Qinghun, layers of air films appeared on his neck.

These air films not only remove the power of the hand knife, but also continuously guide the attack path of the hand knife as the air film ruptures.

This is by no means a Henglian method. The inner energy condensed by Henglian cannot be so refined.

This must be the same technique as in the Yuanhuang period.

Li Yannian felt hot in his heart.

This shows that the national master must have a method to purify spiritual energy.

"Next!" he yelled.

"I come!"

Another strong man stood up.

"Bifang Wei Li Lingsu, please enlighten me."

After saying that, he stretched out his two palms and pressed them towards Yu Qinghun.

"Oh, is this a test of strength? My senior brother will not lose." Ruomei was extremely confident.

I saw two pairs of palms touching each other, and both of them used their skills at the same time.

"Hongsu hands."

Li Lingsu clasped his five fingers and firmly grasped Yu Qinghun's palm.

At the same time, all the energy and blood in his body rushed to his palms, and his originally bronze palms gradually turned red and hot like burning charcoal.

"Something interesting."

Yu Qinghun chuckled.

The layers of energy circulated again, and the heat in Hongsu's hands was also vented by him.

The two were in a stalemate for a while, and Li Lingsu began to tremble all over.

He just felt that what was standing opposite him was not a person, but a bottomless whirlpool.

Not only were his attacks completely useless, he also had to deal with waves of energy washing away.

puff!
A mouthful of blood gushed out, and Li Lingsu collapsed to the ground.

"Lingsu!"

Li Chongming hurriedly stepped forward and picked him up.

This strong man was his beloved disciple. When he realized that the injuries on the strong man were not serious, he felt slightly relieved.

"Who else is coming?"

Yu Qinghun shouted proudly.

Ruomei on the side was even more excited and blushed: "Senior brother is so handsome!"

One, two, three, four...
The soldiers who came on the scene were also defeated by him one by one. Even Xuntian Ling, Chang Shiling, and Zong Zhengling could only end up in a tie after they came on the scene.

The scene suddenly became embarrassing, and all the soldiers gritted their teeth but could do nothing.

"Ah!"

Yu Qinghun looked around proudly,
The Grandmaster and Martial Saint are nothing more than this.

Under his gaze, the originally unruly soldiers could only sit stiffly. At this moment, he felt proud and proud.

After practicing for more than 20 years, he finally became a blockbuster today.

But not enough, far from enough,
Yu Qinghun finally set his sights on Li Yannian, aiming at this supreme martial saint in the world.

"Your Majesty, please enlighten me!"

This last challenger, he intends to give the Dog Emperor the last step on his way to the top of the human world.

"Be bold!"

"presumptuous!"

The crowd roared instantly.

(End of this chapter)