Eternal Reverence Chapter 48: Beat Zhou Huailong


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Back to Canglan Sect, Li Fuchen went straight to the mission hall.

The mission elder gave Li Fuchen a meaningful look, and said nothing.

Although he is the elder of the outer sect and is in charge of the quest hall of the outer sect, it does not mean that he can not take the outer sect disciple seriously.

The last time I asked Li Fuchen whether he found that a large amount of snow silver iron ore was a minor violation, this time he would pursue the other party to deceive himself, and he would only find it uncomfortable.

Before he wasn't sure about the other party's potential, he didn't want the other party to hate him.

Leaving the mission hall, Li Fuchen let out a sigh of relief. Originally, he was worried that the mission elders would trouble him, and he didn't think anything happened.

"Thirty-six thousand eight hundred contribution points should not be enough to allow me to cultivate to the third level of the red battle body to perfection."

Li Fuchen practiced the body practice exercises too fast. At the same time, he consumes resources quickly. It is not an exaggeration to say that if he is replaced with a comprehension equal to his, he does not practice so fast.

Practicing physical exercises, comprehension is important, and will is also important.

It happened that the year when his soul was dissipated, his will was extremely strong, so he could endure what ordinary people couldn't bear.

"Little Wang Ba Laozi, there was Elder Chen there last time, but I couldn't do anything to you. This time I see who else can save you."

On the way back, a tyrannical figure stopped Li Fuchen.

Who is not Zhou Huailong.

He learned from other people that although Li Fuchen did not go to Canglan Lake again, he seemed to have found a large number of high-grade ores in a certain mine.

"Since you brought it to the door by yourself, I will save you from looking for you."

If you have grudges, don't report to non-gentlemen. Li Fuchen is not a saint. Zhou Huailong interrupted him with an arm. It is impossible for him to assume that nothing has happened.

"Do you want to die?" Zhou Huailong couldn't believe his ears, a fierce light was brewing in his eyes, and his fist to his wrist was enveloped by a faint black aura.

Zhou Huailong has nine levels of Qi cultivation level, and has cultivated the introductory technique Iron Armor Gong to the seventh level, and his full strength is enough to make the palms and wrists show his true energy.

Don’t underestimate the seventh level of the introductory exercises. Although the sect stipulates that within one year, the introductory exercises can be practiced to the seven or eighty-nine levels, and there are high rewards. With rewards.

But this is for real geniuses, ordinary disciples of the outer sect, it is already very good to be able to practice the introductory exercises to the seventh level within two years.

Zhou Huailong is eighteen years old this year, and it took him two and a half years to reach the seventh level.

"Look, Brother Zhou Huailong and Li Fuchen."

"Senior Brother Zhou interrupted Li Fuchen's arm last time. This time I am afraid Li Fuchen's limbs will be abolished."

There are 30,000 disciples outside the Canglan Sect. Basically, there are people everywhere. A group of people watched from a distance and pointed towards Li Fuchen.

Li Fuchen didn't speak, the seventh layer of red jade power was running, his eyes fixed on Zhou Huailong.

"Little beast, I want to break your limbs and let you lick my shoe upper." Zhou Huailong was irritated by Li Fuchen's posture. With a bounce of his knee, he strode forward to Li Fuchen with a fist. Come.

This punch was extremely fast, and the sound of cloth tearing came from the void.

It's just that today's Li Fuchen is no longer the Li Fuchen of two months ago.

Raising his left hand, Li Fuchen easily caught Zhou Huailong's fist.

"How is it possible!"

Zhou Huailong struggled to break free, but he seemed to be clamped by iron tongs, motionless.

"Go to death."

Zhou Huailong's left fist struck, and the pale black aura covered his fist, like an iron fist.

Slap!

Raising his right hand, Li Fuchen grabbed Zhou Huailong's left fist.

Without waiting for Zhou Huailong to continue his actions, Li Fuchen kicked Zhou Huailong's stomach with lightning, bending the back of the opponent's kick and spraying blood.

"Don't you like to beat people? Today I let you taste the taste of being beaten."

Li Fuchen kicked Zhou Huailong's stomach one after another.

"I want you to die!"

Zhou Huailong let out a bitter voice, the Iron Armor Skill ran to its limit, and the terrifying force broke out, and he broke free of Li Fuchen's hands.

Boom!

A fist hit Zhou Huailong's chin, and the opponent flew a few somersaults, before finally lying on the ground in a dog-eating posture.

"This is what it's like to be beaten, right?"

Li Fuchen walked over, stepped on the opponent's head, and stepped his head into the dirt, kicking his legs arbitrarily.

His!

The sound of inhaling air-conditioning came after another.

Everyone looked silly.

"Is this really Brother Zhou Huailong? I was abused by Li Fuchen."

"Have you noticed that Li Fuchen's speed is so fast, my eyes can't keep up with his movements."

"Could it be that in the past two months or so, Li Fuchen's strength has improved so much that he dare to challenge Senior Brother Zhou Huailong."

"Hedong for thirty years, Hexi for thirty years, it seems that we all underestimated Li Fuchen."

Everyone feels distressed. There are tens of thousands of disciples of the Canglan Sect. Every day someone is bullied, but few people grow up at an extremely fast speed like Li Fuchen, and beat those who bully him. Pause, even if it was retribution, it came too soon.

"Senior brother, do it a little too much!"

Not far away, Luo Kai and a boy with a flat eyebrow walked over.

Li Fuchen looked up, and when he saw Luo Kai, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"It is Luo Kai. Next to him is Senior Brother Luo Zhongtian, who is stronger than Zhou Huailong, and is also a martial artist in the nine-strength Qi state."

Someone recognized the identity of the Pingmei boy.

"What does it have to do with you." Li Fuchen did not let go.

Luo Zhongtian smiled arrogantly, "Zhou Huailong's fame should not be defeated by your hands. You have made a big mistake so insulting him. I can't control it."

Li Fuchen sneered, "I think you are eating and holding on."

"Presumptuous, dare to talk to my brother like this, Li Fuchen, don't kneel down and sue him." Luo Kai pointed at Li Fuchen angrily.

Luo Zhongtian is his cousin. It is normal for a family to have several younger generations in the sect. The more prosperous the family, the more brothers and sisters in the sect, what kind of cousin Brother, cousin and cousin a lot.

"Kneel down? Luo Kai, I didn't intend to trouble you. Since you are looking for the door yourself, don't blame me for being impolite."

Let go of his foot, Li Fuchen walked towards Luo Kai step by step.

"Are these newcomers so arrogant?"

Luo Zhongtian twisted his neck and suddenly blasted Li Fuchen with a punch.

Li Fuchen's expression remained unchanged, and he greeted him with a punch.

Boom!

Luo Zhongtian and Li Fuchen each took three steps back as if two huge rocks collided together.

"Fist is very hard."

Li Fuchen was a little surprised. Through the pair of fists just now, he could feel that Luo Zhongtian should have practiced the physical exercises. It was not as simple as the strength of true qi.

In fact, Luo Zhongtian is slightly better than the combined strength of the two's fists.

Fortunately, Li Fuchen's physical strength is stronger. Although the strength is not as good as the opponent's, but the endurance is more than that of the opponent. After all, the strength of the two is not much different.

"What kind of physical exercise do you practice?"

Luo Zhongtian's expression was gloomy, his true energy combined with his physical strength, his strength was higher than that of Li Fuchen, but sometimes, strength was not a big deal, Li Fuchen's fists were too hard.

For example, if the strength is the same, one piece is wood and the other is steel. When the two collide, the wood will suffer some damage.

He felt some pain in his fist right now.


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