The muscles on Guan Ziqi's body were extremely terrifying. When he circulated his qi, the air mass would move around like a living mouse.
This indirectly showed how terrifying Guan Ziqi's physical body was.
But Feng Hao didn't seem to take him seriously at all. How strong was he?
Guan Ziqi was looked down upon by Feng Hao, and he immediately went berserk. He took a horse stance, and both his legs stepped into the stone tiles.
He hammered his chest twice, and said loudly, "Come, use the wind from your fist to paralyze me on the bed …"
"Haha, don't say that. If guest Feng doesn't do it, wouldn't you be slapping his face?"
"Haha, interesting!"
The surrounding disciples of the Martial God Sect all laughed.
They all felt that Feng Hao was boasting too much. Wind from his fist?
Even if the outer sect grand elder Xuan Tianji made a move, he might not be able to paralyze someone with the wind from his fist alone …
The sect leader of the Martial God Sect watched attentively.
He had some understanding of Feng Hao, and he wasn't someone who only knew how to boast.
Previously, Feng Hao had displayed a technique that could turn something rotten into something magical. Just from this alone, Feng Hao was definitely not an ordinary person.
Yang Jian and the large black dog turned around and covered their eyes, afraid that they would see a bloody scene.
Facing the mockery of the disciples of the Martial God Sect, Feng Hao only smiled lightly, and said, "Frogs at the bottom of a well."
Crash!
As soon as he said this, Feng Hao directly rushed over, and his right arm appeared. Even the air was distorted by his fist.
Shua!
In that instant, the eyes of the sect leader of the Martial God Sect twitched violently, and the mouths of the elders were so wide open that a duck's egg could be stuffed inside.
This punch really did seem to be capable of such a thing.
Guan Ziqi was still laughing coldly, but when Feng Hao's fist came smashing over, he felt as if the world was collapsing.
Before the fist reached him, he discovered that the only pants he had on had been torn by the wind.
Only his underwear was left.
Feng Hao's fist approached again, and the air was compressed to the extreme.
"How is this possible …"
At that time, Guan Ziqi's heart was beating so fast that she was about to learn how to meow. She was so scared that she wanted to pull her legs out from between the stone bricks, but she realized that it was too late …
Buzz!
Feng Hao's fist stopped right in front of Guan Ziqi's forehead.
And that gust of wind made everyone vaguely feel as if Guan Ziqi's soul was being blown away.
Behind Guan Ziqi, the floor tiles shattered into pieces in a straight line.
Puff!
As for Guan Ziqi, he spat out a mouthful of blood. At that moment, he felt that the wind from Feng Hao's fist was like a divine mountain smashing towards him.
His internal organs seemed to have shifted positions.
His underwear had been torn to shreds by the strong wind, and his crotch was cold. Then, with a plop, he fell limply to the ground.
"…"
Silence, deathly silence.
The expressions of the Martial God Sect disciples who were mocking Feng Hao stiffened, as if they had just eaten a few thousand piles of flies.
They were scared silly.
Originally, they thought that Feng Hao was bragging, but that Guan Ziqi, who was a fourth-grade Martial Ancestor, had a powerful physical strength.
There were only about a hundred fourth-grade Martial Ancestor disciples in the entire Martial God Sect.
But now, he was really knocked down by Feng Hao's fist wind, like a pool of mud.
Xuan Tianji went up to investigate and was shocked, "His internal organs have shifted, he will be lying in bed for at least half a year …"
"Wow!"
The crowd suddenly burst into an uproar, and the Martial God Sect disciples who were mocking Feng Hao wanted to find a hole to hide in.
Can't afford to play, can't afford to play!
"In his right hand, there is a force that is not inferior to second-grade Wu Huang …"
The Sect Master of the Martial God Sect made a judgment.
No wonder he couldn't see through Feng Hao's cultivation. It turned out that he was a martial artist with a divine ability in his right hand. Not bad.
He could barely participate in the outer competition of the Lost City this time.
"Give him the spot!"
The Sect Master of the Martial God Sect transmitted his voice to Xuan Tianji. After all, with Feng Hao's divine ability, it seemed that those fourth-grade Martial Ancestor could not do anything to him.
Only the elders of the inner sect could suppress Feng Hao.
Xuan Tianji also did not expect that Feng Hao would be so fierce. He coughed lightly to resolve the awkwardness, and said seriously, "Guan Ziqi has failed the challenge, who else wants to challenge?"
Whoosh!
The outer sect disciples of the Martial God Sect immediately took a few steps back.
Even Guan Ziqi, a fourth-grade Martial Ancestor, was only paralyzed by the fist wind. No matter how heaven-defying the outer sect disciples were, they did not dare to go up and die …
"I didn't expect Feng Hao to be so powerful."
"He should be a mutant, the fist of his right hand is very terrifying, or maybe the country injected a drop of the Asura Lord's blood into his right hand …"
The members of the Dragon Group were shocked.
Feng Hao's method just now was too frightening. When he punched out, the air was compressed like a car horn.
"This Feng Hao from Huaxia is too scary. Vladimir, didn't you say you wanted to suck his blood?"
The foreign experts looked at Vladimir.
"F * ck, am I on your period, there's Orloff B * tch!"
Vladimir immediately flew into a rage. Wasn't this pushing him to the opposite side of Feng Hao?
Didn't they see that Feng Hao's fist wind could paralyze a powerful Martial Ancestor expert? It was obviously not difficult to deal with him.
"Stop arguing, everyone is an elite of the league, cultivation is the king. Didn't you hear them say that there are endless opportunities now? Grasp them well … We are talking about the strongest."
The experts of a few countries formed an alliance, as if they were born incompatible with Huaxia.
When they formed the alliance, they did not even inform Huaxia's Dragon Group.
…
"Is there no one else?"
Xuan Tianji was a little disappointed. He wanted to see a few more times how Feng Hao's fist wind swept those inner sect elite disciples.
It was a pity that no one stood out, as if they were afraid of Feng Hao's cultivation.
However, Xuan Tianji felt that without the support of his cultivation, Feng Hao could only use this kind of fist wind once or twice.
He might not be able to do it the third time.
Actually … most people thought the same as Xuan Tianji, but no one was willing to be the second person.
Even if Fenghao's fist wind was slightly weaker the second time he used it, the second person to challenge him would be paralyzed for at least three months.
It would be a great loss, okay?
Therefore, more than half of the Martial God Sect disciples left, worried that they would be in trouble.
"Since there is no one else, this place belongs to Feng Hao …"
Xuan Tianji gave the place to Feng Hao in the end, while Yang Jian, who was sweeping the floor, and the large black dog bumped fists with each other happily.
As long as Feng Hao was around, even if their cultivation was not high enough, they would not have to worry about their lives. The Wind Emperor would definitely protect them.
At the same time, because of the strength that Feng Hao had displayed this time, the Martial God Sect disciples called him "Guest Honorable Feng" very politely when they saw him.
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