"Rank eight martial disciple?"
Su Xiaomo, Tian Qi, and the other disciples' expressions changed.
The difference between rank four and rank eight was too big. Could second senior brother win?
Lu Qianqian frowned and said in a low voice, "Sect Master, the opponent is too strong. Let me fight."
She didn't think that second junior brother could win with Mo Shangfei's strength.
Jun Changxiao took out a chair from his interspatial ring and sat down. He tapped his fingers on the armrest and said, "You are the senior sister. No matter when or where, you must have confidence in your junior brother."
Lu Qianqian was silent. She stood behind with the other junior brothers.
"Li Qingyang's talent is not bad, but Mo Shangfei of the Holy Spring Sect also has a high grade spirit root. He has no chance of winning."
"Iron Bone is the only one who can take out this disciple, right?"
Alliance Master Qin and the other sect masters sneered.
This was such a good opportunity. If they didn't mock Iron Bone, how could they vent their anger at Star Moon Pavilion?
Of course.
They didn't think that Li Qingyang was bad.
But with the same talent, Mo Shangfei was much better than the other in terms of resources and mentors.
"If this number one genius of Qingyang City joined Blue Mountain Sect, he would definitely be an inner disciple. His achievements would definitely be better than now."
"Sigh, such a waste of good talent."
The elders of the various sects were regretful.
But in reality?
They were just mocking Iron Bone and Jun Changxiao in different ways.
Xie Guangkun thought, "Two months ago, Li Qingyang was only a tenth stage meridian opening. Now he is a rank four martial disciple. His growth speed is already not bad. You guys are really blind."
They weren't blind. They were being black for the sake of being black.
Jun Changxiao didn't care about other people's mockery. He looked into the distance and saw a flash of light. He thought, "Sinful Ji is also here."
Yes.
Xiao Ziji was also here.
He was crouching on a high slope 800 meters away. His body was wrapped in the grass and one of his eyes was stuck to the lens. The muzzle of the Type-88 sniper rifle was already aimed at Mo Shangfei.
When he was training in the wild, Xiao Ziji heard about the battle and rushed over in advance.
He had been hiding in the bushes for a day and a night. Even the three Wuzong experts who came later did not expect a Phantom Sniper to be hiding in the dark.
Sect Leader.
The gun was ready.
Whoever you point at, this disciple will beat them up.
Ye Xingchen lay on a rock far away and thought to himself, "If I didn't use the Taixuan Sutra to conceal your presence, do you really think no one would notice you lying in the grass?"
…
"Sacred Spring Sect, Mo Shangfei."
Mo Shang Fei indifferently reported his name. His tone and eyes were full of disdain.
He had heard of Li Qingyang before, but he did not take him seriously. After all, if he joined an unrated sect, he would definitely be slowly assimilated into trash.
After reporting each other's names, the battle was supposed to start.
However, Third Elder said, "Sect Leader Jun, fists and feet have no eyes. If my disciple injures your disciple, please forgive him."
Was he trying to tell him that the guy would be very fierce in his attacks?
Jun Changxiao shook his head and cupped his hands. "If my disciple injures your disciple, please forgive him."
Qin Haoran and the others rolled their eyes.
A Rank-4 martial artist injuring a Rank-8 martial artist was definitely a joke.
Third Elder was too lazy to argue with Jun Changxiao. Instead, he said indifferently, "You may begin."
"Swoosh —" As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Shang Fei took a big stride forward. He gathered spiritual energy in his right fist and punched with great force.
It was very fast and very sudden!
"Bang!" Li Qingyang did not have time to dodge. He hastily crossed his arms and took the opponent's punch head-on.
"Thump thump thump!"
He frantically retreated more than ten steps and barely managed to stabilize his body.
Judging from the degree of spiritual energy rippling in the air, that guy's punch was at least twenty thousand pounds!
"Phew!"
Li Qingyang shook his slightly numb arm.
"Eh?" Mo Shang Fei retracted his fist and said in surprise, "To be able to take my Gale Fist without batting an eyelid, your physical defense is not bad."
"However."
He smiled and said, "How many times can I take it?"
"Swoosh!"
He rushed over with his movement technique!
Before he arrived, his left and right fists frequently swung. Under the support of spiritual energy, they turned into shadows of fists.
Middle-tier Gale Fist was known for its speed and fierceness. Mo Shang Fei had comprehended it to the extreme. When he displayed it, Alliance Master Qin and the others were amazed.
Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi's faces changed in shock.
If it were them, they would not be able to dodge such a fast fist speed and power. They would definitely be battered and exhausted!
Li Qingyang frowned slightly. He crossed his arms again, but with a few bangs, he took all the powerful shadows of fists. His body also retreated step by step.
"Ta!"
He retreated to the edge of the martial arts field and stepped on the stone floor with one foot to stabilize his body.
Mo Shang Fei, who was unforgiving, quickly followed. He rose into the air, and his right fist was supported by spiritual energy. It flashed with light and blasted over.
This attack was very strong!
Alliance Master Qin and the other sect leaders instantly judged that Li Qingyang could not dodge left and right. He could either retreat or take it head-on.
If he retreated, he would lose.
After taking a few punches in succession, he would definitely be injured if he took it head-on!
At this time, they hoped that Li Qingyang would retreat because it was equivalent to losing. He had lost without making a move from the beginning. They would definitely laugh at him.
Jun Changxiao's fingers tapped rhythmically. It was not deliberate because he was panicking, but because his state of mind was really stable!
"Ta!"
At this time, Li Qingyang suddenly stepped on the ground with one foot. His right fist was at his abdomen. Spiritual energy crazily poured into his arm from his meridians, and a dazzling light gathered in his fist.
"Exploding Fist!"
With a cold shout, his right fist suddenly blasted out. At the same time, the light flashed, and a whirlpool was formed one meter under his feet.
"Bang bang bang!"
The sound of explosions resounded in the martial arts field like a string of firecrackers being lit. Everyone was shocked and surprised.
"Boom!"
In the blink of an eye, Li Qingyang's fist, which carried the power of explosion, directly hit Mo Shangfei's fist and sent him flying.
"Thump thump thump!"
The inner disciple of the Sacred Spring Sect staggered and fell to the ground. He was forced to retreat more than twenty meters before he could stabilize himself. His eyes were filled with shock as he felt an intense pain from his right fist.
The strength of his Gale Fist had reached twenty-two thousand pounds. When he faced Mo Shangfei head-on, he was completely at a disadvantage!
Alliance Master Qin and the others, who had already prepared a line to mock Iron Bone, were all stunned when they saw Mo Shangfei being beaten back.
It was unbelievable that he could still turn the situation around in such a situation!
Exploding Fist?
What kind of martial arts technique was this? Why had they not heard of it?
With the cultivation of a fourth grade Martial Disciple, he was able to defeat an eighth grade Martial Disciple who used the Gale Fist. Could it be a middle grade fist technique?
Ye Xingchen, who was watching from the high slope, was secretly shocked. "This fist technique is definitely not simple!"
"Swoosh!" Suddenly, Li Qingyang rushed over. At the same time, his right fist turned into a palm knife. He poured spiritual energy into his palm and waved it in the air.
"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! "
In an instant, three crescent moon-like flowing lights, dragging arcs of light, shot out from three directions. Wherever they passed, faint light shadows were left behind.
This was …
That's right, I slashed!
Xie Guangkun exclaimed, "Spiritual Force type martial arts technique!"
Qin Haoran and the other sect leaders widened their eyes. Their eyes were finally filled with shock!
Even the three elders of the Sacred Spring Sect, who were sitting calmly on the fishing platform, almost couldn't help but stand up when they saw Li Qingyang slashing out three crescent moon-like flowing lights!
Spiritual Force type martial arts technique.
The Sacred Spring Sect also had it, but the lowest level was middle grade. Only Martial Masters could use it. The weak cyclone in the Dantian of a Martial Disciple was extremely difficult to use!
Jun Changxiao copied the Fifth Elder and crossed one leg over the other. He smiled faintly and said, "You don't have to be so surprised, right?"
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