"Senior Brother Linghu, why do I feel that this devil is stronger than before?"

"Ahem, he is stuck at the peak of his innate nature. The only difference is life-and-death battle. Every battle can make him stronger. I'm afraid he will be a half-step master after this battle."

On the shore, Linghu Chong sat on the bamboo chair with a pale face, behind him was a female disciple of Hengshan. After losing to Fang Yeyu, he kept following the other party.

As soon as Linghu Chong opened his mouth, Chen Liang heard his voice. He looked at the sound and soon discovered the disciple of Hengshan in the crowd.

The things in the Demon Cult secret room have long been cleared by him, and there is nothing now. Ren Yingying has not found the Yijin Jing to help Linghu Chong heal his wounds. This guy is probably going to live in a few days.

"There are three types of people who refine qi. One is to keep the middle and focus on accumulating qi. Concentrate the rhyme of the ears, even the breath of the nose, keep the breath of the mouth, relax the body, lock the mind, relax the limbs, and remain motionless, and a thought of the mind..."

Apart several dozen meters apart, Chen Liang used the method of transmitting the sound into secrets to read the Yijin Sutra to Linghu Chong while watching the battle.

The martial arts world that unifies Kunlun world is a big deal. It can only be completed by him alone in the year of the monkey and horses. Now is the time to recruit soldiers and horses. Linghu Chong is a good horse, and it’s a pity to die.

Linghu Chong was watching the battle attentively, and small voices came from his ears, and every word could be heard clearly.

His face changed and he turned around. The dense crowd seemed to be the only one who heard it.

"This seems to be a method of cultivation."

Following the mantra, he felt that the chaotic true qi in his body began to flow regularly and slowly flow out.

He dared not distract himself, so Linghu Chong closed his eyes and used his skills to regulate his breathing.

He is already a dying person and has a good life in a few days. He finally has a chance to dissolve many true energy in his body. If he missed it because of Zhang Tou Sigu, he would be the biggest fool in the world.

On the shore, Qiao Feng, who was also watching the game, turned around inexplicably. He seemed to hear something, but he couldn't hear it clearly, and he spoke intermittently.

If you carefully read a few of the sentences, they are all profound martial arts truths.

Knowing that he had met a good thing, Qiao Feng pricked up his ears and listened carefully, and could remember a few words and calculated them. He planned to go back and study them again.

"As the famous Wuxu Scholar, it's a slight change!!" At the bottom of the lake, blood was left at the corner of Fang Yeyu's mouth, and the fighting spirit was stronger in his eyes.

"Give up!"

Seeing that the lake water began to close, Murong Fu slapped it out with his palm and flew backwards with the power of reverse pushing. Ten thousand jin of lake water instantly buried Fang Yeyu.

"roar!!"

A huge roar came out from the bottom of the lake, and a dragon emerged, targeting Murong Fu, who was still in the air, had not landed.

The onlookers were shocked and retreated repeatedly. After a closer look, they saw that there was a dragon, but the sound of the dragon flying out of the air with too fast speed.

Fang Yeyu threw his weapons from the bottom of the lake, and because of the internal force, he rushed out with a water column of more than ten meters long, which looked like a dragon going out to sea.

Before he could use the Dou Zhuang Xingshi, the long sword in his hand was crossed in front of his chest. Suddenly, Murong Fu's face changed drastically. He knew that Fang Yeyu's target was his chest. He was shocked that this halberd had broken through the limitations of time.

In his intuition, the long sword would hit the opponent first before the crossbar. This is completely unreasonable. How could the later halberd be faster than the sword he arrived first?

"boom!!"

A strange thing happened. Before the long sword arrived, the spear head on the halberd had been inserted into the chest. Murong Fu moved his internal force and grabbed the halberd with his left hand. His body was driven away by the impact force and smashed into the willow forest on the shore.

"Puff!" Fang Yeyu showed his head from the lake and spitted a mouthful of blood. The people from the Magician Palace quickly jumped into the water to salvage him ashore.

On the shore, Fang Yeyu was lying on the ground and gasping for breath. He was hit by tens of thousands of kilograms of water. He had no idea how many bones were broken in his body.

In the last second, he used the magic magic technique of debuting the Taoist heart, distorting Murong Fu's five senses. This was the first time he used this move in the Central Plains.

Seeing a person lying down here and watching the fun, he ran to Liulin to see how Murong Fu was doing.

It is not difficult to find Murong Fu, just follow the broken willow tree along the way, and it is easy for everyone to find him.

Under a willow tree with a thick embrace, Murong Fu was nailed to it by a long halberd, and his white clothes were stained with blood. He thought he was hung up, so everyone stepped forward.

"Ahem!!"

Murong Fu coughed a lot of blood from his mouth with his hair disguised, and he opened his eyes with difficulty. He saw that he held the halberd blade with blood in his hands, and the body was stuck without being penetrated.

Almost stabbed to death by a halberd.

What was strange just now was not just the insanity, but also the true qi attached to the halberd. In one touch, two true qi with different positive and negative aspects broke into his body, just like two strong men pulling him, making him at a loss.

I don’t know which person I should resist, but only hurt my heart by running around.

"Who's winning?"

"What do you think?" Behind the crowd, Fang Yeyu, who was pale-faced, walked up with his help from his hands.

Although he was seriously injured, he obviously had the power to fight. Murong Fu probably couldn't even pull out the long halberd on his chest, so it was clear who would win and who would lose.

"Mr. Murong, don't be impulsive!" Seeing Murong Fu want to pull out his halberd and fight again, the people around him pressed him down, "pulled out the halberd, and the wound will lose a lot of blood, and you will die."

"If you lose, you lose. There is nothing to say. Fang Yeyu, if I hadn't been injured in the fight with Thirty-sixthieves today, you wouldn't have won me."

Seeing Murong Fu say this, many people in the onlookers made a sound.

In love, Murong Fu fought in a low-blooded battle, but just this could make Fang Yeyu become a traitor. What would it be if he was in his heyday?

"Don't you fucking fart!" Fang Yeyu was so angry that he vomited blood, stared at her eyes and roared: "Why didn't I feel that you were hurt? You can't afford to lose."

With a calm smile, Murong Fu said intermittently: "If you say this, I have nothing to say. Believe it or not. I didn't say it to you to gain sympathy, it's just that this is a fact."

You are not fucking to gain sympathy, so why are you talking about it?

Fang Yeyu was so angry that his true energy was chaotic that he gushed up again. He had seen shameless people, but never seen such shameless people.

Before coming, Master once said that the Central Plains people are outstanding and powerful, and you should not underestimate the heroes of the world. Unexpectedly, I met such a shameless person in just a few days.

Before the fight started, I kept pretending to behave, and my airs were bigger than anyone else, and I wouldn't admit that I lost.

"So this is the style of you Central Plains people. Someone on our side has learned it."

"I'm not, I'll apply oil, don't talk nonsense, it's the way my father sits in the sect, and I have no melons..."

Listening to the onlookers... Fang Yeyu's wounds twitched repeatedly, and his eyes swept around the heroes, "The next battle will be the Beggars' Sect in half a month!"

After strode out, Qiao Feng smiled heartily: "I'll wait for you!"

After glanced at Murong Fu, Fang Yeyu said quietly: "I hope you won't fight with the thief of the thief in a few days, and will fight with me with all my injuries."
Chapter completed!