Second, Qilin Mountain!?
Hashimoto Nagashiro suspected that there was something wrong with his auditory system. His eyes stared at Qin Fen's back as he gradually walked up the Qilin Mountain. He shook his head gently, leaving only admiration and admiration in his heart.
Not every martial dao master would have the courage to go up the mountain after seeing Qilin express his attitude with his fists.
Qin Fen once again walked on the Qilin Mountain, which was thousands of meters above sea level. He felt the hostility and murderous aura in the forest from time to time. His skin no longer had the feeling of being stabbed by knives and spears. His eyes observed the scenery in the mountain leisurely. Suddenly, he realized that he had missed a lot of magnificent and beautiful scenery last time.
On both sides of the mountain path, on the mountain streams and mountains in the distance, were engravings of poems expressing one's feelings. Looking from afar, one could even feel the feelings of the people who carved the poems on the precipice. Many of the words even had a hint of a martial style.
This was not like the "Wu" character of the Sacred Martial Hall, which could play a guiding role in martial dao. There was not much experience of "Wu" in these handwriting. They contained more of the spirit in the heart of the person who wrote it at that time.
Bold and powerful, wild and unruly, lofty … all kinds of emotions jumped in these handwriting. They had been in this mountain for many years and had faintly connected with the spirit of the mountain.
Qin Fen walked all the way back to the hall at the top of the Qilin Mountain. Steward Hou sat on a rattan chair outside the door, gently rocking the rattan chair. His eyes narrowed into slits, enjoying the sunlight.
Qin Fen took two steps forward and gently cupped his fist and bowed. Steward Hou still narrowed his eyes, his shriveled lips pulled into a satisfied smile. His skinny finger shook and pointed to the stone house on the peak of the mountain above the hall.
Facing in silence, a simple gesture. Qin Fen understood that it meant for him to go up again.
Walking into the hall, Qin Fen slowed down his pace. The World Martial Arts Master Outline true energy in his body circulated rapidly and was raised to the extreme in the blink of an eye. Then, he used the simulated Origin Suppressing Vajra Art and began to double the pressure on his true energy.
This time, he was facing the rumored strongest martial artist on Earth. Qin Fen did not intend to use biochemical beasts or drugs to improve his strength. Doing so would only bring disdain from the other party.
Three point five times the Origin Suppressing Vajra. Qin Fen took a deep breath to adjust the flow of blood in his body. The surging blood was suppressed to become as slow as a stream, like the calm before the storm.
In an instant, Qin Fen's spirit, true energy, and body reached an unprecedented state of harmony at the same time. He lifted his leg and stepped on the last step of the mountain peak and said, "Let me carry it …"
Before the words left his mouth, in the stone house that had been restored to its original state, a roar that resembled a dragon yet was not a dragon resounded throughout the entire peak of Qilin Mountain. The peaceful peak of Qilin Mountain suddenly changed, and a grand airflow suddenly exploded in the small stone house like an exploding nuclear bomb.
The majestic energy instantly pierced through the stone wall between the two of them. In the blink of an eye, the sturdy stone wall had already been reduced to dust. Carrying with it a majestic aura, it suddenly pounced forward.
Qin Fen felt a sudden tremble beneath his feet. It was as if his rooted feet were about to become rootless duckweed. He knew that this wasn't the true loosening of his horse stance. It was just that the power of Qilin's punch was so great that it created an illusion in his mind. It was as if the horse stance beneath his feet was no longer stable.
In the blink of an eye, the majestic airflow turned into the rumored divine form of Qilin, exuding an overwhelming aura of kingship as it arrived in front of Qin Fen.
This blow was still the same as the last attack. Qin Fen still couldn't feel any signs of the other party making a move the moment before he made his move.
But this time, Qin Fen had made all the mental preparations in advance. He didn't want to be knocked unconscious. At this moment, he couldn't care less about protecting the grass and trees of Qilin Mountain from being destroyed. He released all of his fifteen-star strength under the pressure of three and a half times without holding back.
At the same moment! Qin Fen's true energy spewed out at full speed, forming layers of light under the sunlight, like a small star of the sun. Two dragon-shaped true energy visible to the naked eye spurted out of his nostrils and quickly circled around his body at high speed. The weeds and gravel around his body were rolled into it and lifted off the ground.
The high-speed flow of true energy stimulated the super activity of the cells in his body. Qin Fen's skin also became as smooth as jade for a moment. It was even more transparent under the sunlight reflected by the true energy. Even the skin of a newborn baby would be inferior in front of him. His whole body once again turned into the jade carvings of the battle of Hallasan that day.
Go all out, explode explode explode explode! The two dragon-shaped true energy coiled on the surface of Qin Fen's body circled around his arms in the blink of an eye, forming eighteen tiny roaring dragon-shaped true energy. Qin Fen's legs shook violently, causing the rocks under his feet to explode. He had already turned into an illusory shadow. Thundersteps!
"Interesting …" Steward Hou, who was lying on the rattan chair and watching the fierce battle that very few people in the world could see, gently raised the corner of his lips. "However, if you think you can dodge Qilin's Fist like this, you are delusional."
Qin Fen's Thundersteps were fast, but Qilin's Fist was even faster. The monstrous fist aura still shrouded Qin Fen's body. The roaring Qilin's Fist left a mark several inches deep on the ground as it pounced on Qin Fen in the blink of an eye.
"So fast!?"
Qin Fen's Thundersteps after the Battle of Hallasan was even better than before. The muscles on Qin Fen's shoulders trembled at the same time the Thundersteps were launched. His eyebrows twitched as he stared at the Qilin's Fist that had yet to be dodged. The eighteen dragon-shaped true energy on his arms suddenly twisted around his arms, like a real dragon coiling around a pillar. The air around his arms hissed, as if a cotton cloth was being torn apart.
Originally, Qin Fen had planned to dodge the Thunder Steps and give this Earth Martial God a huge gift after seeing Song Wendong's appearance. But since he couldn't dodge it, he would smash this Qilin's fist energy!
Qin Fen's true energy, which was three times pressurized, cut through the air with a flick of his right arm. Eighteen dazzling true energy gathered together and formed a huge dragon-shaped true energy that suddenly lurked in Qin Fen's arm. For a moment, it was hard to tell whether it was a human arm or a flying dragon!
"Surpassing the punch at Hallasan …"
Song Zhenting appeared beside Steward Hou out of nowhere. His eyes shone with indescribable surprise and appreciation. Although fighting two martial dao masters alone in the Battle of Hallasan would certainly make him progress in martial dao, the speed of his progress was too fast!
It was so fast that Song Zhenting even wondered, Doesn't Qin Fen need to digest and absorb it? He just needs to swallow it and he can absorb it quickly!?
Just as Song Zhenting exclaimed in admiration, Qin Fen's feet suddenly shook together. His cervical vertebrae rose and fell like a surging Yellow River. While his blood was gushing non-stop, his bones were crackling like firecrackers. The momentum of the Eighteen Dragons Gathering the Winds and Clouds changed again!
Qin Fen was very clear about the gap between him and Qilin. Showing off his cleverness and hiding his strength in front of such an expert was absolutely stupid. The fist technique that had absorbed the soul of the Sahara Desert burst out from his body at this moment.
The high and aloof Qilin Mountain, which had a cool aura, suddenly changed. A hot, dry, and ancient aura suddenly rushed into the sky! At this moment, it was as if the entire Qilin Mountain was covered by this ancient aura. The sudden change in the air was filled with the dry smell of the desert.
Qin Fen had fused the millions of years old soul of the Sahara Desert into the ultimate skill of Godly Fists, Investiture of the Gods. Qin Fen's goal was to investiture the gods with Qilin Fist!
Steward Hou, who had been sitting on the rattan chair all along, suddenly had two beams of light shoot out from his dim old eyes. His withered hands suddenly clenched the armrest of the rattan chair as his body sprang up like a corpse. "Outstanding!"
At the same time, two beams of light burst out from the dark stone house.
BOOM! BOOM!
A series of explosions rang on the top of the Qilin Mountain. The teacups placed on the table in the hall were shaken and flew off the table. The majestic airflow dispersed all the clouds in the sky.
Steward Hou raised his hand and waved in front of him, sweeping away the flying stones, smoke, and true energy. He didn't want to miss any moment of the situation.
"Explode!"
Qin Fen's feet were really light. His body floated back into the air from the top of the Qilin Mountain as the mountain shook. Looking at the Qilin true energy that was blown up by the punch, his heart felt incomparably comfortable. The blood in his whole body was boiling like boiling water. The fist of the Earth Martial God was really too powerful. If it weren't for the fusion of the millions of years of desert soul of the Sahara, Qin Fen believed that even the Investiture of the Gods wouldn't be able to seal the fist energy of Qilin's fist.
In the dark stone house, a sharp sword energy pierced through the boiling true energy and flew out again.
Formless Finger of Disaster! Qin Fen listened to the wind to determine the position. This finger art was recorded in the Secret Art Pavilion of the Sacred Martial Hall. The highest realm of this finger art was colorless and formless. It didn't even make a sound, but its power was comparable to the sharpest sword in the world!
Obviously, Qilin didn't use his full strength in this finger art. Otherwise, even if he couldn't make a colorless and formless and soundless finger art, Qin Fen believed that he could still deceive his hearing under the suppression of the explosion of true energy.
In the air, Qin Fen drew a circle in front of him with his hands. The strength of the flesh in his arms turned into strength in the blink of an eye and smashed the true energy of the finger energy.
Not good! Qin Fen was shocked again the moment he touched the Formless Finger of Disaster. To his surprise, the finger energy that was broken was guarding three sword energies that attacked from three different directions.
Formless Finger of Disaster, colorless and formless! It was only at this moment that Qin Fen realized why Qilin would make a sound with the Formless Finger of Disaster. He didn't want to have a fair fight with him, but he deliberately made a sound to lure Qin Fen to block it. Then, he would change again and defeat Qin Fen by force. This way, he could show that even if he told others what martial technique he could use, he could still win by force.
The super distance and the sudden change caught Qin Fen off guard. Qin Fen made a sharp turn at his waist and dodged a true energy. The muscles of Qin Fen's hands moved at high speed. His true energy formed a visible mass of air that bounced to both sides and grabbed the Formless Finger of Disaster.
Heart Excising Hand VS Formless Finger of Disaster!
Dozens of firecrackers exploded in the air. The moment the two Formless Fingers of Disaster were crushed, the second Formless Finger of Disaster had already approached Qin Fen's chest.
It can't be! Defeated again!? This thought flashed in Qin Fen's mind. No matter how fast his body was, he still couldn't keep up with Qilin's overwhelming attack. Two sword energies exploded on his chest and forehead. Qin Fen's vision turned black again as he fainted once more.
Humph …
At the last moment before he fainted, Qin Fen once again heard that stern and disdainful snort from the small stone house.
…
Pain, pain as if his head was about to explode.
Qin Fen pushed his hands against the ground and shook his head hard to get up. Then, he tragically found himself seeing Hashimoto and Mysterious Daughter of Nine Skies again. The surrounding environment was obviously at the foot of Qilin Mountain.
Qin Fen gently moved his shoulders and felt pain in every muscle of his body again.
How can this be? Qin Fen felt a little strange. Didn't I only get hit by the sword fingers twice this time? How come my whole body hurts?
Lowering his head, Qin Fen unbuttoned his clothes. His skin was covered in bruises and bruises. His skin was even broken in many places.
Looking at Qin Fen's puzzled expression, Hashimoto explained, "You rolled down the mountain, you were not carried down."
A martial dao master was indeed a martial dao master. As long as he was not fatally injured, even if he was in a coma, the true energy protecting his body would still play a certain role.
Qin Fen felt that his luck was already very good without breaking his arm after rolling down from the top of the mountain, which was thousands of meters high.
Looking up at the still majestic Qilin Mountain, Qin Fen let out a helpless sigh. The second time he went up the mountain, he smashed Qilin's fist energy, which was a great improvement compared to the first time. But he still got hit by two fingers and fainted again.
The most important thing was that Qin Fen found that he still couldn't say that he was here to propose marriage to Song Jia.
Qin Fen sat cross-legged and recalled the battle before he was knocked unconscious. Suddenly, he found something that made him even more depressed.
Two times he went up the mountain, two times he faced the stone house, two times he faced the attack of Qilin's fist, but he still couldn't see Qilin's appearance.
"This …" Qin Fen pressed his hands on his knees and straightened his spine, looking up at the Qilin Mountain. Two times he went up the mountain and saw Qilin, but he couldn't see Qilin's appearance. Although it was not shameful, it was indeed too disappointing.
"That finger just now … if I knew the Wukong Technique …"
Qin Fen held his chin with one hand and fell into contemplation. Then, he found that Hashimoto beside him had something to say.
"Brother Hashimoto, what do you want to say?"
"He wants to tell you that it wasn't just now." Mysterious Daughter of Nine Skies said with a hint of ridicule, "You have rolled down for a day and a night."
Hashimoto nodded his huge head gently. "Brother Qin, you have indeed been unconscious for a day. I think it's better to leave here first … "
"No need, I don't feel Qilin's murderous aura." Qin Fen shook his head. "I think he has no intention of killing me for the time being. It's just that his aura is mixed with a very unpleasant feeling. "
Wukong Technique! Qin Fen took out the Wukong Technique that he brought from the Sacred Martial Hall and looked at it gently. If he had learned the Wukong Technique in the battle at the top of the mountain last time, even if he couldn't use it to the extreme due to his star-class, he could still dodge in the air and even make a certain counterattack no matter how unskilled he was.
Hashimoto looked at Qin Fen, who was reading seriously, and whispered, "Are you planning to go up the Qilin Mountain again?"
"Yes." Qin Fen closed the book and nodded gently. "I want to go up the Qilin Mountain for the third time! This time, I want to see Qilin's true appearance, and at the same time, I want to talk about the marriage proposal. "
PS: I apologize for the unstable updates these days, but I really can't stabilize it. There is a saying in the writer's circle that sometimes reality is more fantastical than fiction.
Only when a person really encounters it can you believe that this saying is true.
Within a few days, my uncle was hospitalized with cerebral thrombosis, my aunt was hospitalized with high blood pressure, my aunt was hospitalized with high blood pressure, and my third uncle was diagnosed with cancer.
My mother has eight siblings, and half of them were hospitalized in a few days. For my mother, the blow was beyond imagination, especially when my mother was in menopause.
As a son, I must accompany her more now. To put it bluntly, if something happens to my elders, it won't affect me too much, but I must ensure that my mother's mood is normal.
I will try to maintain a stable update of the novel. Tomorrow, my third uncle will have a puncture. It's a surgery to insert a tube into his liver and inject drugs to kill as much of the cancer cells as possible. I think my mother's mood will improve a little after the surgery.
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