After confirming the identity of "Xiao Nu", he suppressed the instinct of revelation in his heart.

The second thought that Peng Tuishan surging was to fight Ke Xiaoliang.

Xiao Nu claimed to be Juewu Zun, and it was true that he once suppressed an era.

But Peng Tuishan is not a warrior in the Gaowu world, he does not have that kind of superstition and worship.

Although he was shocked by Xiao Nu's identity, he was not bound by this identity and name.

"Are you Xiao Nu?"

"Juewu Zun Xiao Nu!" Peng Tuishan looked at Ke Xiaoliang, his eyes burning with vigorous fighting spirit.

What is much luckier than Su Wenhai is that Peng Tuishan has no restrictions on his hands-on action.

As long as he does not violate the overall moral chivalrous and does not ignore it, he cannot ignore it... Then he does not violate the current identity setting.

Ke Xiaoliang put down the white porcelain bowl in his hand, and the warm fish soup was fragrant and delicious, and it turned milky white.

I crushed the tofu in the bowl with chopsticks, and then took another sip of the fish soup.

The tofu slides along the fish soup into the mouth, with a different sense of satisfaction.

After simple cooking, the faint fishy smell turned into a strange fish fragrance. The softness and tenderness of the tofu made people unable to help but smear their lips a few more times.

Peng Tuishan, who was originally in high spirits, subconsciously swallowed a few saliva.

Tears flowed out of the corner of his mouth without any effort.

It's embarrassing!

Peng Tuishan felt that his face could not be put down.

"I have heard of the name of Xiao Nu for a long time. Today, I, Wei Song, will challenge you, the Jue Wu Master, and I hope you will give me advice." Peng Tuishan squirted his saliva, his eyes floating towards the gradually sparse soup pot.

Although Ke Xiaoliang was gentle when drinking soup, Yang Zhenzhen was not polite.

Holding a big bowl, it is "Gulu", "Gulu", "Gulu".

The cherry's mouth seemed to be hiding a giant beast, and the small pot of fish soup actually entered her mouth.

Peng Tuishan could no longer hold it back.

He said, "Your Excellency will not speak, so I will be offended!"

After saying that, he slapped his palms and turned his hands into jade, using a skill of iron palms.

This is not Wei Songlai's original ability, but the martial arts that Peng Tuishan is personally good at.

He just borrowed Wei Songlai's cultivation and seemed to trust his own strengths more in his heart.

Unlike the world where Ke Xiaoliang is now in, martial arts in the Baotong world, especially martial arts with relatively high general value, are particularly marketable.

Of course, the term universality is a fig leaf. Just like many people learn English, how many people can use it abroad?

The real reason is that the resources in Baotong world are limited, and the practice of martial arts... is a way of practicing martial arts, which consumes less mineral resources and non-renewable resources.

However... this is only one-sided.

There are also a lot of martial arts practices, which consumes resources far more than ordinary monks’ practices.

Tears flowed from the corner of his mouth, Peng Tuishan's eyes widened, and he took eight steps under his feet, clearly stepping on the void, but it was like standing on a thick ground, with an extremely stable lower plate.

The other party slapped her with a palm, and Ke Xiaoliang naturally felt the other party's determination.

A burst of tyrannical aura came to his face, as if there was a jade mountain. It collapsed directly in front of him at this moment. The strength of the broken-level warrior showed its value at this time.

Unlike the supreme masters and masters, the master-level warriors often shake the world and mobilize the energy of heaven and earth to attack. The broken-level warriors condense all their power at one point, which looks closer to the fight of ordinary warriors in the world.

In fact, it is a return to nature.

The punches and feet are shaking, and they all have the power to tear the void.

Faced with this crazy attack, Ke Xiaoliang held the porcelain bowl in one hand, but waved his sleeves.

A strong wind came out.

Bang!

The encounter between palms and sleeves is like two peerless weapons colliding and converging in the middle of the river.

"Ah...hehe!" Peng Tuishan roared loudly.

As the roar was heard, the energy in the whole body, even the qi, blood, nutrition, and spirit, was poured into his jade palms.

The palm continued to move, and actually tore the sleeve that Ke Xiaoliang threw out casually.

"Interesting! This is because of insufficient resources, so we concentrate our efforts on major tasks?"

"Martial arts have actually gone astray, not a comprehensive improvement, but a single highlight of the strength of a certain part and part. Driven by martial arts, all resources can be poured into the moment of fist and foot, and even the muscle power, and this kind of penetration is completed. This penetration is integrated with the power of the whole body, and each muscle can burst out with all its strength, which is different." Ke Xiaoliang read Peng Tuishan's palm.

Then he picked up a chopstick in his hand, used it as a sword, and stabbed it out with one sword.

Facing Ke Xiaoliang's casual sword stabbed out, Peng Tushan felt like he was facing a great enemy. He slapped his hands suddenly, like a boy worshiping Buddha, but accurately clamped the sword that Ke Xiaoliang stabbed out between his palms.

However, Peng Tuishan underestimated Ke Xiaoliang's seemingly casual sword.

The fragile bamboo chopsticks contain hundreds of sword energy with different attributes. These energy is balanced under the control of Ke Xiaoliang.

When Peng Tushan clamped his hands, the balance was broken.

So in an instant, thousands of sword energy with different attributes, concepts, tendencies and natures exploded at the same time in a moment.

Peng Tuishan's expression changed drastically.

Although his hands still looked jade-colored.

But I can already see the spreading cracks.

In an instant, his hands seemed to have experienced thousands of years of weathering.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, Peng Tuishan's palms, which were originally a normal human, were instantly congested and expanded to the size of a palm fan. The crisscrossing palm patterns were like patterns on hard marble.

He actually moved the positions of his muscles and bones, filling a large number of bones and muscles into his hands. He forcibly used hard muscles and bones to resist the explosion of the complex sword energy.

"What a pair of iron palms! It's amazing!" Ke Xiaoliang let go of his hand and let the chopstick be picked up by Peng Pushan.

This seems to be Peng Tuishan's winning move.

But Peng Tuishan stood stiffly in the same place, and the three feet ahead was "Xiao Nu".

But he could not take a small step forward.

"Okay... What a good one... Juewu Zun! Xiao Nu!" Peng Tuishan said while vomiting blood.

"But... I'm not convinced! All four of them rumored that you, Jue Martial Master, are a peerless talent, and killing people and defeating enemies, use the techniques that the other party is best at, and then push them into new things based on the opponent's martial arts, and surpass them. Be convinced by the opponent's defeat... Now... I'm not convinced!" Peng Tuishan continued.

Ke Xiaoliang took a small step back, two meters away from Peng Tuishan.

Then slide one palm out of the long sleeve.

The slender and white palms were not seen at all, and it seemed no different from the hands of the scholar and scholar.

But this is the hand, gently pushing it.

In an instant, in Peng Tuishan's eyes, the person "Xiao Nu" in front of him became faint.

The only thing that is true is that hand.
Chapter completed!