Peerless Martial Soul

Cui Zhenshan has been famous for a long time, and Chen Feng was a waste before, but recently I heard that he seems to be gaining strength by leaps and bounds.

However, the majority of people are still optimistic about Cui Zhenshan. After all, many people have never seen Chen Feng's performance, let alone believe it is true.

"Since you are so anxious to reincarnate, then I will fulfill you!"

Cui Zhenshan twisted his fists and smiled grimly.

Sun Xin stood in the stands and yelled frantically: "Big brother, kill Chen Feng for me! I want his dog's life!"

"One is more nonsense than one!"

Chen Feng said faintly, suddenly he accelerated and rushed towards Cui Zhenshan.

Cui Zhenshan yelled: "Good job!"

He condensed the qi with both hands, and greeted him with a fist.

Cui Zhenshan's hands were condensed into cyan, and a wood-like texture appeared, which looked like a wood carving.

An elder complimented to Elder Sun: "Senior Brother Sun, you are really good at teaching, the noble disciple, the green wood hand, is already done!"

Elder Sun was very proud, twisting his beard and smiling: "Yes, Zhenshan's Aoki hands were already done half a month ago."

"My hands have completely lost the pain, they are as hard as fine iron, and they have the characteristics of wood. They recover very quickly, even if they are cut in half, they can grow out quickly."

He deliberately made a loud voice. When many disciples heard it, they all took a breath, and they were very envious.

What a powerful Aoki hand!

Although Aoki Hand is only a first-grade yellow martial skill, it is actually not weak. He has cultivated to the extreme and has amazing power.

Sun Xin was also a cultivator, but his realm was far worse than Cui Zhenshan.

Han Cong was also a little worried when he heard that, looking at Chen Feng, a look of worry flashed in his eyes.

Elder Sun glanced at him and continued to smile to himself: "My apprentice, my talents are pretty good, and Qing Mu has been trained to the extreme by Zhenshan."

"This time, if he can enter the top 100 in the Big Competition, I will prepare a third-grade yellow martial art as a prize for him. It can be regarded as a little bit of my master."

The disciples around the ring heard it, and they were even more upset.

Many people were thinking about it and wanted to worship Elder Sun.

At this moment, Chen Feng's fist collided with Cui Zhenshan's Aoki hand.

Aoki's hands were full of greenness, and his power was extraordinary when he looked at it. However, Chen Feng's fist was thin and white, and could not see the slightest abnormality. It was just an ordinary fist.

Many people in the audience thought that I could beat him with a single punch.

Han Cong was so nervous that he almost stood up.

Elder Sun smiled, his eyes were cold.

Sun Xin's excited face was distorted.

However, an unexpected scene happened to everyone.

The fists intersected, making a huge explosion, and then Cui Zhenshan let out a scream and flew out directly.

The palm of his hand was completely shattered, and the palm was gone, only his bare wrist was left, and blood slowly oozing from the broken part of the wrist that had maintained the wooden texture.

Cui Zhen let out a scream from the pass.

A trace of cruelty appeared on Chen Feng's face, and without mercy, he flew up, a series of seven punches, without exception, hit Cui Zhenshan's chest heavily.

Cui Zhenshan flew out from the ring and fell heavily to the ground, like a pool of rotten meat, motionless.

"What? It's impossible!" Elder Sun suddenly stood up, his face full of disbelief.

Sun Xin watched this scene blankly, completely silly.

A disciple rushed over, took a look at Cui Zhenshan's injuries, and cried out, "Master, big brother, big brother, he is dead!"

Cui Zhenshan was blown into the chest by Chen Feng, and all his internal organs were shaken into sludge.

He opened his eyes and looked at the blue sky in disbelief. There was still a touch of horror and disbelief in his eyes.

The area around the ring is as quiet as a cemetery.

Everyone looked at Chen Feng, shocked.

"What kind of monster is this? He didn't use martial arts and blasted the famous Cui Zhenshan with one punch?"

Han Cong stood up and laughed happily: "Elder Sun, the Aoki hands of Gao Disciple are indeed amazing, and they are indeed accomplished in cultivation! Admire! Admire!"

"This time, Elder Sun, you can save a third-grade yellow martial skill. It's gratifying."

Elder Sun turned around and flew away with his sarcasm.

He stayed here, but also humiliated himself.

Chen Feng looked at the referee and said, "Can you count me as winning?"

The referees were stunned, and he was shocked just now. When Chen Feng asked, he nodded, came to Cui Zhenshan, checked, and then announced loudly.

"Wai Zong competition, no eyes, no matter whether it is life or death! The first round of the Foreign Zong competition in the 74th round, Cui Zhenshan died, Chen Fengsheng! Advance to the next round!"

Chen Feng walked to the edge of the ring, staring at the disciple who had just laughed at him, and said lightly: "I said, it will swell your face."

Everyone's eyes fell on that disciple, making him ashamed to hate to get into the ground.

He was also clever, knowing that he could not offend Chen Feng. He slapped his face with a slap in the face, his nose and mouth were bleeding, and said loudly: "Brother Chen, I have eyes but no knowledge of Taishan. You are a large number of adults, don’t be like me. ."

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