No matter how hard you practice hard qigong, there are still some areas that you cannot practice...

Meng Lang observed along the way and found that the mountaineering trail was indeed very wild. Not to mention kicking people down the road, and eye-catching them would not be considered a foul.

Then what else do you have to be polite about?

Maybe my attack is too weak to break through the defense, but if I target the weak point with a critical attack, that's different...

"Why... why..."

Li Lei, who fell to the ground with a cold sweat on his face, turned his head with difficulty, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"Why...I...can't stop it!"

He saw Meng Lang's move and knew the opponent's target. He also made changes to dodge and block, but...it was no use!

That kick... was like an antelope hanging its horns, tracing a wonderful trajectory, perfectly dodging all his defensive methods...

"Martial arts in the world...everything is indestructible, except speed!"

Meng Lang dropped a classic line in a very pretentious manner, and then waved his hand while everyone looked at the god.

"Let's go! Climb the mountain!"

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"I'm here, Mizong Fist Huo Tian, ​​please!"

"boom!"

"I declare that Twelve Road Tan Leg wins this competition!"

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"Your Majesty Wudang Song Shuhang, I have learned from you!"

"boom!"

"This competition is won by Twelve Road Tan Legs!"

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"Hong Fist Hong Tianci! I'm offended!"

"boom!"

"...Twelve-way tan legs win!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom"……

…

Facing the afterglow of the setting sun, Meng Lang looked at the setting sun gradually sinking into the sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

List of small hills……

Then, in the midst of everyone's weird, adoring, awe, and wondering where to start this trough... and other expressions that encompass all aspects of life, the red cloth on the boulder on the top of the mountain was lifted up.

"The hero of Guanzhong!"

Four elegant and powerful ancient characters caught everyone's eyes.

"Winning!" "Yeah!" "Uncle is great!"

Amid the cheers of the crowd, Meng Lang put his hands behind his back and let out a long sigh.

"It's all a false name..."

Yan Feng looked at the man behind him who was shining brightly, as if bathed in golden sunshine, with an extremely complicated expression...

Nine legs!

With only nine legs, he overcame all the heroes and was proud of the martial arts world!

The key... is that he still carries the name of Twelve Road Tan Legs...

Yan Feng can already predict that starting from tomorrow, the unique skill of the Twelve-Road Tan Kung Fu, "Tickling the Yin Kick", will definitely be ranked first in the current martial arts list of extraordinary skills!

Xiao Meng's flying kicks are always missed!

This flirting kick of his has probably been practiced to the point where it can be compared to Lu Xiaofeng's Lingxi Finger and Li Xunhuan's Little Li Flying Sword!

As the saying goes...

After ten years of hard work, no one knew him, and he became famous all over the world in one move!

Starting from today, this world will never be forgotten...
Chapter completed!