Chapter 11

Hoo Hoo

In the flat courtyard, a figure practiced his fist smoothly. The strong wind brought by the strong fist force made the ground dust fly and rotate endlessly.

"Drink!"

After a set of punches, the figure suddenly exerted force. Two punches in a row hit the hardwood pile with thick waist. The card rubbed. The wooden pile could not bear the damage of punches. It was broken into two sections from the middle. The upper half flew out for seven or eight meters and disintegrated into thin pieces of wood in the air.

"The fist power is finally one of hardness and softness."

On the last day of Chuang Muren lane, ye Chen didn't have the idea of relaxation. He honed his Vajra boxing skills wholeheartedly, and his powerful soul force made him clearly feel the power of every inch of his body. He could integrate the power of all parts at will and produce a deeper explosive power. This is also the reason why he can practice Vajra boxing to the highest level.

"People who want to create Vajra boxing don't necessarily practice it to the highest level. I have an advantage, but the advantage of the other party's own martial arts compares me."

Laughing bitterly at his boring thoughts, ye Chen shook his head and walked to the stone table not far away.

On the round stone table was placed a white porcelain bottle, the mouth of which was sealed with a mahogany plug. It was a bottle of body refining paste of one hundred Liang silver.

Boo!

Ye Chen opened the stopper and put the bottle mouth down. Soon, the milky liquid flowed into the palm, and a faint fragrance filled the air.

Take off your clothes and wipe Ye Chen's whole body with body Refining Cream on his hands.

"So happy." After several breaths, ye Chen only felt the hot breath slowly infiltrating from the skin surface and gradually invading into muscles, blood and bones, as if ants were drilling in, a little itchy and painful.

Looking down, I saw that the muscles on the surface of the strong body were tangled and shiny, just like the most ferocious cheetah. The streamlined body was extremely explosive. It was hard to imagine that it was the physique of a 14-year-old boy. Of course, compared with Xu Jing's seemingly delicate body, ye Chen was more than twice as bad.

After a little exercise, ye Chen put on his clothes, took the refined steel sword, went out of the yard door and walked to the announcement square in liuyunzong west district.

The announcement square is the place where Liuyun sect releases some important events. The event to open Muren Lane tomorrow should have been released. After all, many newcomers are still in a confused state. They don't know what to pay attention to, just like Ye Chen at the beginning.

In fact, ye Chen doesn't have to go specially. He knows everything he should know. Basically, there will be no change, but now he is different from the past. He can't live passively. He should take the initiative and strive to do everything in detail. Sometimes it happens that the details determine the success or failure.

Moreover, the day before breaking into Muren lane, many people must have gathered in the announcement square, just taking the opportunity to see the strength of others.

Looking at the flowers all the way, ye Chen found that in more than two years since he came to Liuyun sect, he didn't have a good friend. It was really a failure to think about it.

With a wry smile, ye Chen envied the groups of external disciples around him. He saw that they were talking and laughing, happy and unrestrained.

When the announcement square arrived, looking around, a hundred feet wide, square marble square appeared in sight. In front of the square, a huge wall stood there, with a huge white paper pasted on it, with five big black characters "Chuang Mu Ren Lane competition".

With the flow of people stepping into the square, ye Chen's ears are filled with all kinds of sounds.

"Wu Zongming, the first disciple of the outer gate, won the first place in the race to break through Muren Lane last year. I don't know who it will be this year?"

"I think nine times out of ten it's Wu Zongming. Who knows how far his strength has progressed in the past six months."

"That's reasonable, but I'm more optimistic about Zhang Haoran, the first genius of external disciples."

"Zhang Haoran! It's the rare genius who reached the tenth level of Qi practice at the age of 13! "

"No, it's said that when he joined Liuyun sect at the age of 12, he already had the strength to practice the seventh layer of Qi territory. Now it's only a year past, he has jumped from the seventh layer to the tenth layer of Qi territory. The cultivation speed is unimaginable."

One sneered: "no matter how talented Zhang Haoran is, he has just entered the tenth floor of the Qi practice realm. Don't forget that Wu Zongming was the tenth floor of the Qi practice realm six months ago. Now he is only half a step away from the condensate realm."

"Hey, hey, it sounds like a half step away. It sounds like a failure to rush through the pass, otherwise we would have reached the condensed state long ago." The speaker has a thin face and lips, with a little mean color.

"How dare you insult Wu Zongming." The external disciple who spoke for Fang Zongming looked angry.

The square faced disciple showed no weakness, "I know you are Wu Zongming's friend, but I'm not. I'm just realistic. It makes sense wherever I go."

"Hum, what a reasonable one."

Suddenly, a cold voice came, and then the fierce momentum came out of nothing, like a whirlwind.

The crowd looked intently. More than ten steps away, a young man with a long sword on his back and dressed in blue stood upright, staring at the people who mocked him.

He is Wu Zongming, the first disciple of the outside school.

Ye Chen stood aside with great interest and said secretly: there's a play to see.

The square faced disciple who had previously described Wu Zongming as worthless seemed to be frightened by the momentum of the other party and stammered, "I... what I said is not... The truth?" Wu Zongming sneered, "do you know who I hate most? It's a coward who secretly speaks ill of others. Now I'll give you a chance to atone. If you can take my palm, this matter will be exposed. Dare you! " Slap! The square faced disciple's eyes twinkle. His accomplishments are on the eighth floor of the Qi practice realm, which is two floors away from Wu Zongming. However, there should be no big problem with the next palm. If he is slightly injured at most and doesn't accept it, he is really a coward. He won't be able to lift his head in front of the public in the future“ OK, just one palm. What's the fear? " With that, his body arched slightly, his right arm hung down, his clothes were windless, and he was obviously gathering internal Qi into his right arm“ This is the starting gesture of the little Yasha palm! " Someone saw the fame and couldn't help saying it. The square faced disciple smiled proudly. The little yecha palm is a human level high-level martial skill. He should not have been able to get this martial skill in his capacity, but his uncle is an external sect elder of Liuyun sect. It's not easy to prepare a personal level high-level martial skill for him. With the little Yasha palm, he was confident that he would take Wu Zongming's move and maybe not lose the wind. At that time, his name became famous. Wu Zongming's face remained unchanged and said faintly, "are you ready?" The square faced disciple raised his eyes, "wait at any time." At this time, everyone held their breath and stared at them. One was the first disciple of the outer gate and the other was the outer gate disciple on the eighth floor of the Qi practice realm. Although the two sides only fought one move, they should be able to see some of their strength, even if they couldn't see it, their long horizons were good. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.