Dominating Sword Immortal Chapter 34: Strong power of boxing
Chapter 34 Wanjinquan
Zhang Haoran ’s breath has not been deliberately hidden. All inner disciples can feel the fluctuation of his true spirit, and many people are surprised: “It is true Qi, he has broken into the true state of mind.”
"Another genius was born. With his talent, I'm afraid that we will soon be able to climb over us." Although Zhang Haoran was a rare genius, the inner disciples would not take him seriously. After all, many geniuses usually practice very fast. When they break through the realm, they are not as good as some of the better qualified disciples. Only when they reach a certain level of genius can others really value it.
"Well, it seems we have to redouble our efforts. We are overwhelmed by the overwhelming. There are still a bunch of people on top of it."
"That is, the core disciples do not think about it for the time being, there are several perverts in the inner disciples, who have trained the human-level top-level exercises to the seventh-highest peak of the highest state, and still do not let people live."
"The higher the level of the exercises, the harder it is to improve, so even if you give me a low-level exercise, I can't practice it."
While internal disciples talked to each other, Wu Zongming stepped onto the stage.
"Zhang Haoran, it's not just you who advance to the realm of condensed reality." Huh, a pure breath emanated from Wu Zongming, and the dust on the stage swept across.
Wu Zongming turned out to be a warrior of condensed reality, and many people showed an interested look.
Zhang Haoran sneered: "You are not my opponent when you are practicing Qi, and now you are not my opponent."
Wu Zongming said: "You can see the real tricks under your hands, Ye Chen, you go down first." In fact, he didn't know anything about Zhang Haoran. The reason why he was strong was to restore Ye Chen's inner spirit.
Ye Chen smiled slightly and said to Zhang Haoran: "You want to fight three with me?"
"I know that you have a lot of internal energy consumption. It is undoubtedly a loss if you really fight. Now you can win if you can take three unbeaten fists. How about Zhang Haoran? Automatic, hunting.
Wu Zongming quickly said: "Ye Chen, don't promise, you are good at swordsmanship, but he is good at kung fu." Then he yelled at Zhang Haoran: "Zhang Haoran, you cannot be so shameless."
Zhang Haoran said lightly: "Did I say that he should not use a sword?"
"I promise you that the contradiction between us should be resolved." Ye Chen took a deep breath and calmed the boiling blood and blood slowly.
"All right!" Wu Zongming knew nothing was happening to him, and fell down to the stage.
On the stage, looking at Zhang Haoran, who is well-informed, Ye Chen remembered what happened a month ago in the welcome hall. One of the four core disciples of the Emerald Valley was 'Zhang Jue' Liu Wuxiang and the second core disciple. Luo Hanshan's three-handed victory was a strong matchup.
Now, he also has the opportunity to compete with others in three punches. Although the strength of the two sides is far less than the previous two, it is always exciting and arouse his heart.
"Let's go!" Ye Chen didn't seem to have a sword, and folded his hands.
Zhang Haoran snorted coldly, disdaining: "If you don't make a sword, you can't handle both of them. Don't you think I'm like Huang Bingwen's waste, so easy to deal with."
"To be honest, I haven't come up with real strength against Huang Bingwen." Ye Chen smiled lightly.
"What, he is just practicing on the ninth floor of Qiqi, and he did not show great strength against Huang Bingwen. Is it pretending to be mysterious or open-mouthed." Suddenly, the disciples who were watching all over the place buzzed.
Among the crowd, Huang Bingwen's face turned pale, and he became irritated with anger: "That's the truth, if I didn't look down on him, it wouldn't be like this."
The disciple next door sighed: "Huang Bingwen, whether you accept it or not, if you lose, you lose, there is nothing to talk about."
"I just can't breathe." Huang Bingwen clenched his fists and made a crunchy bone rubbing sound.
After listening to Ye Chen's words, Zhang Haoran laughed loudly, "Okay, pick me up, ice and snow!"
When it was ten layers of air, Zhang Haoran's cold-immersed palm was already extremely powerful and cold and windy. At this time, he was promoted to the warrior of condensed realm. At the time of his shot, the wind and snow fluttered. The square-shaped table was covered with frost. Covered, spreading in the direction of leaf dust.
On the way, the snow and snow were entangled, and they swallowed fiercely towards Ye Chen.
Oh!
Ye Chen's right palm is clenched tightly, and a sound of golden iron and iron makes a fist.
Fengxue covered both of their bodies, making it difficult to see with the naked eye. The majestic momentum caused some inner disciples to be alarmed, not to mention Ye Chen's defeat to Huang Bingwen.
"How is it possible? This is obviously a high-level martial arts skill, why is it so powerful in Zhang Haoran's hands." Huang Bingwen looked like a blow.
Zhang Haoran naturally didn't hear Huang Bingwen's words, and he didn't care if he heard them. The difference between genius and mediocrity cannot be counted in the Tao, and how can he understand.
In the snow, Ye Chen couldn't see or hear, but he had strong perception. He clearly saw and saw Zhang Haoran's movements and expressions.
"Stop it!"
Zhang Haoran patted Ye Chen's chest with one palm.
"Not necessarily." Ye Chen was ready to work, and punched out.
Oh!
The wind and snow exploded, and Ye Chen's fist and Zhang Haoran's palms came together. The two sides refused to give up and remained still.
Facing this situation, Zhang Haoran grinned, turned his left hand into a fist, and struck Ye Chen's chest like lightning.
But what surprised him was that he didn't know when he hit it, either on his chest.
The crowd only heard two collision sounds, and the two flew back on the stage, each with a stature.
"Hah! My iron clothes are done, you can't hurt me in any way." Zhang Haoran patted his chest, his face didn't matter.
The clothes on Ye Chen ’s chest have been shattered. He looked down, and his tough muscles were covered with jade luster, covered with a trace of frost. With the shock of his inner strength, he was quickly shaken away. One after another fell off, like crystal dust.
Looking up, Ye Chen said, "You didn't hurt me."
Now Zhang Haoran's face is ugly, "I didn't expect you to practice a physical exercise method, it really looks down on you, but with this punch, you will lose."
"Tiger Roar Dragon Fist!"
Compared to a few months ago, Zhang Haoran's mastery of Tiger Roar and Dragon Boxing is more proficient. The majestic blue air gathers in the palm of his hand, making a sound of tiger howling, and immediately pulling out a gorgeous light tail. Booming towards Ye Chen, like the flying dragon rising from the air.
The footsteps staggered, Ye Chen pulled his right fist back, and yelled in his heart: "I have more than ten thousand pounds today, and even an elephant can be strangled to death. Today I will make you the first person to teach it. ! "
Oh!
Lunching punches, Ye Chen's fist is more powerful than any weapon, tearing the air instantly, squeezing a shallow air film in front of the fist, and constantly tightening.
Two fists collided, Zhang Haoran flew out in horror, and spit out a spit of blood.