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Ye Zheng, "Scarlet Flame"

The weapons specialists of the special forces had experienced the trials of mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and armies of slaughter and slaughter. They had repeatedly fooled and mocked the god of death.

However, the old man in front of him actually said that his' martial skill is insufficient '.

How preposterous!

Ye Zheng suddenly let out a loud laugh as he awkwardly pulled on his sleeve.

However, Murong Xin was not moved, he remained seated on the ground with a calm expression.

"Young man, I can understand your feelings. You think you've reached the peak, but some people say that you're only halfway up the mountain. Of course, you're not convinced."

Murong Xin said.

"I beat the three of you."

Ye Zheng reminded her.

"I saw the entire battle."

Murong Xin said: "Your skills are not bad, your courage and imagination are not bad too … But I am disappointed. "

Ye Zheng's face was filled with dissatisfaction, and the muscles and muscles in his body suddenly tensed up.

"A pure move, you've already mastered it. "However, you cannot use qi proficiently."

Murong Xin said: "No matter how hard you train, you will not be able to achieve a significant breakthrough. This is your bottleneck."

Ye Zheng was still smiling, and the smile was already a little forced.

"A thousand dragons can wield their auras and wield their blades to cut through space."

Ye Zheng said.

"The Wind of the Seven-Point Star?"

Murong Xin nodded his head: "In fact, he is just an beginner."

When these words came out, Ye Zheng was stunned in his heart: The battle methods of the Thousand Sunsets, had already exceeded his knowledge, but in Murong Xin's mouth, it was merely an "elementary insight".

Evaluation.

Could it be that the strength of this old man far surpasses the strength of Qian Tang, Man Shu, Lang Xi and the others?

"Let me have a look?"

Ye Zheng's gaze was as sharp as knives.

"Ye Zheng!"

Gao Xiaowen was a little nervous, she wanted to say something, but was stopped by her uncle, Murong Xin.

"Young man, how old are you?"

Murong Xin asked.

"Twenty-five."

Ye Zheng replied.

"You've never lost?"

Murong Xin said indifferently.

"Very little."

Ye Zheng said proudly.

What he said was the truth, and he had the ability and ability to be proud.

"Then... This old man will give you a present today. "

Murong Xin said with a smile.

"One cannot accept without merit."

Ye Zheng asked: What gift?

"We lost."

Murong Xin's expression suddenly became stern, and the surrounding air seemed to have solidified as well.

Ye Zheng did not say anything, he stood up with both legs in a fighting stance, like a crossbow ready to strike.

However, Murong Xin was still sitting cross-legged on the ground with a calm and composed expression.

Gao Xiaowen did not continue to persuade him. Instead, she retreated a dozen steps and stood at the side of the stage to watch the fight.

To Ye Zheng, the so called fighting techniques were nothing more than fast fists, slow fists, low strength, and rough techniques.

But, how could the speed, strength, and technique of this old man before him be comparable to that of a young expert?

With a low roar, Ye Zheng took the initiative to attack. When his fist was thrown out, it was like a cannonball, like lightning in the sky, it could tear apart everything, and destroy everything!

Originally, Ye Zheng wanted to use his light fist to probe him out, but the old man's attitude had angered him, so he used a heavy blow the moment he attacked!

Perhaps … Deep in Ye Zheng's heart, there was a trace of fear towards this fearless old man!

It was human fear of the unknown, all-pervasive and irresistible … Even Ye Zheng was no exception!

Once the punch was thrown, something unfathomable happened: Ye Zheng's fist tip was still a meter away from Murong Xin's face, but it had actually stopped, as if it was blocked by an invisible wall of air, unable to take another step forward.

Ye Zheng was shocked: Could it be that this old man can release his "Qi"?

As a defensive tool?

He gritted his teeth and used all his strength. His fist barely pushed forward half a foot before it stopped moving.

"Bang!"

With a "bam" sound, Ye Zheng felt as if he had been struck by a strong hurricane and lost his center of gravity. He could not help but stagger backwards.

"Not bad. "Continue."

Murong Xin praised.

The previous generation's soldier king, facing an old man sitting cross-legged on the ground, was actually unable to attack?

Ye Zheng snorted coldly. With a flash of his body, he was already two meters away from Murong Xin.

Relying on his nimble footwork and movement skill, he circled around Murong Xin, moving and jumping non-stop.

Even if Murong Xin could turn his Spirit Qi into a wall of Qi, how could he know that the wall of Qi was not weak?

After an exaggerated retreat step, Ye Zheng supported his body with his right leg and swept out with his left leg, aiming at Murong Xin's temple.

However, the situation was worse this time. Ye Zheng was pushed back several meters by the air blast, his body was almost flying, kneeling down on one knee, looking to be in a sorry state.

"The wall is everywhere, behind and on the side."

Murong Xin reminded her with a smile.

Ye Zheng did not reply, his expression was like a lone wolf in a difficult situation, resentful and dejected.

He tried several times, but to no avail.

Ye Zheng understood, if Murong Xin had any intention to hurt others, he would use "Qi".

As a weapon, he had long since fallen to the ground, wounded.

"I lost?"

Ye Zheng thought.

He had lost to Lang Xi before, but in the end, he had still succeeded in his revenge.

Only this time … A complete defeat in a frontal battle!

Killing the heart!

Ye Zheng felt a deep sense of exhaustion, not only from the body but also from his mind.

It was no wonder that experts like Kenm and Wei Lianmu could even treat the "Great Grandmaster".

Murong Xin was like a god and willingly rushed forward. His strength was unfathomable, and was indeed a strong enemy that Ye Zheng had never seen before!

However, Ye Zheng was a man who became braver the more he was defeated, he did not retreat at all.

He might be confused or depressed, but the negative emotions were fleeting. His high fighting spirit was ignited once more.

Tearing apart his air wall... When he was training in the hotel, he had used his perfect palm strike to cut off the heavy curtains one meter away from him.

That was the so-called "aura".

It is the "inner strength" that is often said in novels.

If he was able to strike out with such a palm … Hold my breath and focus... Calm... Focus... Ye Zheng reminded himself to calm down, but after a few slashes, it touched an invisible wall of air, like a mud bull entering the ocean, it was useless!

"Alright, young man, let's call it a day."

Murong Xin said.

Ye Zheng understood that in the next exchange, he would have to turn defense into offense, and it would be hard for him to defend.

Murong Xin's smile was relaxed, as if he was mocking the young man who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth in front of him.

A towering rage suddenly surged in Ye Zheng's heart, he had never suffered such contempt before!

His strong pride left him with only one thought: Kill the opponent!

Tearing his opponent apart!

If possible, bring your opponent with you to hell!

Murong Xin stood up and waved his hands a few times. A wave of air that could topple mountains and overturn seas struck towards Ye Zheng and in that moment, Ye Zheng almost suffocated!

Ye Zheng did not retreat, using his body as a weapon, he suddenly jumped up, his palm slashed out diagonally!