Dominating Sword Immortal

Chapter 11 The first disciple of the outer door

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In the flat small courtyard, a figure is practicing the punches in a steady manner. The strong wind brought by the fierce fists blows the ground and the dust is flying and spinning.

"drink!"

After a set of punches, the figure suddenly made a force. The two boxings were hit on the hardwood piles with thick waist. The card was rubbed, and the wooden pile could not withstand the damage of the boxing force. From the middle, it was cut into two pieces, and the upper half flew out and smashed out seven or eight. Rice, the volcano disintegrated into fine broken wood.

"The boxing power is finally soft and soft."

On the last day of the Tochigi Lane, Ye Chen did not have the idea of ​​slackening, and wholeheartedly honed the skills of the diamonds, and the powerful soul force made him clearly feel the strength of each inch of the body, and the strength of each part can be freely Incorporating into one, it produces a deeper explosive power, which is why he can cultivate the Golden Boxing to the highest level.

"People who want to create a diamond fist don't necessarily cultivate it to the highest level. I have an advantage, but the advantage of the other's own martial arts has compared me."

Laughing for his boring thoughts, Ye Chen shook his head and walked to the stone table not far away.

A white porcelain vase was placed on the round stone table, and the mouth of the bottle was sealed with a red cork. It was a one-two silver bottle of refined body cream.

Hey!

The leaf dust opened the stopper and put the bottle mouth down. Soon, the milky yellow liquid flowed into the palm of the hand, and a faint scent spread.

Take off your clothes and wipe your hands with the body cream.

"It’s so good." After a few breaths, Ye Chen only felt the hot breath slowly infiltrating from the surface of the skin, gradually invading into the muscles, blood and bones, as if the ants were drilling inside, it was a little itchy, with Pain.

Looking down, I saw the strong body surface muscles tangled, the oil shines bright, like the most fierce cheetah, the streamlined body is extremely explosive, it is hard to imagine this is a 14-year-old boy, of course, and Xu Jingna Compared with the seemingly delicate body, Ye Chen is still more than doubled.

After a little exercise for a while, Ye Chen put on clothes, took a steel sword, and walked out of the courtyard door to the announcement square in the west of Liuyunzong.

Announcement Square is the place where Liu Yunzong releases some major events. The event that the opening of Muren Lane should be released tomorrow. After all, there are many new people who are still in a state of confusion, and what are the things to pay attention to, just like the original leaf dust. same.

In fact, Ye Chen does not need to go specifically. He knows that he knows it. Basically, there will be no change. But now he is different from the past and cannot live passively. Everything must be active and strive to be done without any detail. Sometimes It happens that the details determine success or failure.

What's more, the day before the Tochigi Lane, the announcement square must have gathered a lot of people, just taking the opportunity to watch the strength of other people.

All the way to see the flowers, Ye Chen found that in the flow of Yunzong more than two years, there is not a friend who can play, think about it really failed.

With a bitter smile, Ye Chen had some envy of the outside disciples around the group, watching them talk and laugh, so happy and happy.

The announcement square arrived, and looked at it. A square-wide marble square appeared in the line of sight. In front of the square, a huge wall stood there with a giant white paper on it. Mu Renxiang competition 'five black characters.

As the crowds stepped into the square, Ye Chen’s ears were filled with various sounds.

"The first place in the Tochigi Lane competition last year was Wu Zongming, the first disciple of the outer door. I don't know who will be this year?"

"I think it is Wu Zongming, who knows where his strength has progressed in the past six months."

"It makes sense, but I am more optimistic about the outside disciple Zhang Haoran on the first day."

"Zhang Haoran! It is the thirteen-year-old who is a rare genius who has reached the tenth level of practicing the atmosphere!"

"No, I heard that when he joined the Yunyunzong at the age of 12, he already had the strength of the seventh layer of training. Now, in the past year, he jumped from the seventh floor of the training atmosphere to the tenth floor. The cultivation speed is incredible. ”

One person sneered: "Zhang Haoran, no matter how genius is just entering the tenth layer of practicing the atmosphere, you should not forget that Wu Zongming was the tenth floor of the training atmosphere six months ago. Now he is afraid that there is only half a step left. Far away."

"Oh, it’s a half-step to say good things. It’s hard to say that it’s a failure to rush, otherwise it will have reached the realm.” The person who spoke had a thin face with a hint of ruthlessness.

"You dare to insult Wu Zongming." The foreign disciple who spoke for Fang Zongming was angry.

The square-faced disciple does not show weakness. "I know that you are a friend of Wu Zongming, but I am not. I am only seeking truth from facts. It is reasonable to go wherever."

"Oh, one thing makes sense."

Turbulent, a cold voice passed over, and then, the fierce momentum was born out of nothing, like a whirlwind.

Everyone fixed their eyes on it. A dozen steps away, a young man with a long sword, dressed in blue, stood up and stared at the person who mocked him.

It is the first disciple of the outer door - Wu Zongming.

Ye Chen stood on the side with interest and said: There was a play.

The square-faced disciple who had previously said that Wu Zongming was worthless was seemingly scared by the other party's momentum and stuttered: "I...I am not talking about...facts?"

Wu Zongming smiled. "Do you know who I hate most? It is the coward who said bad things in others. Now I will give you a chance to redeem. If I can take my hand, this thing will be revealed. Don't dare!"

One palm! The face of the disciple is flashing. His cultivation is on the eighth floor of the practice. It is a two-layer difference with Wu Zongming. However, there should be no major problems with the next palm. Most of the points are slightly injured. If you do not accept it, then it is true. It’s a coward, and I won’t lift my head in front of everyone.

"Well, one palm is a palm, what a fear!"

After that, he arched slightly, his right arm hangs down, and his clothes are windless and automatic, apparently gathering in the air to the right arm.

"This is the starting style of the little night fork!" Some people saw the name, can not help but say it.

The square-faced disciple is proud of a smile. The little night fork is a high-level martial art. He should not be able to get this martial art in his identity, but his uncle is an elder of the Yunyun ancestor, preparing him for a high-level martial arts. It’s not the hand.

With the small night fork, he is confident that he will take over Wu Zongming's move, and maybe he will not fall, when his name will ring.

Wu Zongming's face is unchanged, faintly said: "Are you ready?"

The square-faced disciple raised his eyes and said, "Always wait."

At this time, everyone held their breath and looked at the two people intently. One was the first disciple of the outer door, and the other was the disciple of the eighth floor of the practicing atmosphere. Although the two sides only had one hand, it should be seen from it. Some of their strengths, even if they can't be seen, are long-sighted.