Chen Liang joined the Demon Hunting Team to hone himself. What's the point of fighting with some rookies every day? He wants to practice the strongest one. Yan Qing is the strongest one in the 14th team. Who are you looking for if you don't look for him?

The two of them came to the warehouse and set off to start fighting. Chen Liang took off his coat, narrowed his eyes, and rushed up like a leopard.

The strong wind blows, and before the person arrives, the fist has arrived.

"call!!"

Yan Qing's fist as he imagined did not attack. Chen Liang swung his finger, turned his toes, and kicked the side violently, and the air roared.

This kick can blow the sandbag.

"Bang!"

Yan Qing blocked his hands and was kicked out four or five meters. After landing, he shook his hands and said with a smile: "Although your qi and blood are only in the fourth level of acquired level, their power is comparable to that of acquired level 5, and they are accompanied by internal strength, right?"

Chen Liang had been competing for a long time before, but he had no use of his true strength. He didn't know his specific cultivation level.

With Yan Qing's strength just now, he could completely avoid this kick. He didn't want to see where Chen Liang's bottom line was.

"Selection Yan is wise!!"

"Dual cultivation of Qi and Body Refining is not bad. No wonder Director Liu said you are a genius in one hundred years. Is this leg your strength?"

"70%!" Chen Liang thought about it, but still didn't say it with only half of his strength.

Qi training is now at the third level and the fourth level of body training. After all, he doesn’t know how strong he is, so he can’t wait to find an opponent to try it.

He was shocked in his heart, and Yan Qing nodded as if nothing had happened, "I'll be more generous. Next, you can do your best, otherwise I'll be beaten to the ground and look for teeth."

"Then I'm not polite!"

Chen Liang really dared not take heavy moves when he was the other person, for fear that he would not be able to hold back the fight and beat the person to death or to seriously injure him.

He didn't have this concern when fighting Yan Qing. I heard that he had many battles and was a genius when he was in martial arts university. He was early and early to the fifth level of the day. I don't know how strong he is now.

Chen Liang took a deep breath, staring at Yan Qing like an eagle, his legs were tightened, and he suddenly bounced, and when he appeared again, he was within three feet of Yan Qing.

With a low shout, his waist was like a dragon, and his whole body was concentrated on his hands. From his arms to his fists, blue veins suddenly rose like dragons.

"boom!!"

The fist wind blew and blew Yan Qing's hairstyle, and the corner of his mouth raised.

Without dodging or avoiding, his left hand quickly and accurately grasped Chen Liang's wrist, his body shrank into his arms, his right hand grabbed his arm, bowed his waist, and smashed it down hard.

A very simple shoulder drop!

"Bang!!"

He was covered in a muffled voice, cracked on the ground and dust dispersed.

Yan Qing imagined that Chen Liang was spreading on the ground without appearing. When he passed the waist, his knees bent 90 degrees, his feet fell to the ground first, and his upper body hung in the air, thirty centimeters from the ground.

His body twisted like a fish, and Chen Liang's arms broke free from Yan Qing's hand, took a few steps back, and looked at him with a serious look.

If it weren't for the quick response on the fly, this mistake would have cracked his spine and he would not get up for ten or eight days.

Shrugged, Yan Qing said relaxedly: "The response is good, are you still here?"

"Of course, this is just the beginning."

Not daring to be careless, Chen Liang put away his thoughts of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, retaining his strength, stepped forward quickly, and another whip leg was pulled out.

Yan Qing did not move his feet, and his body raised his back to dodge. Chen Liang turned around and kicked him with his second leg. Yan Qing turned around and raised his head, blocking his ear with one arm.

"Bang!" The second leg was blocked.

The cry came again, and Chen Liang, whose legs were off the ground, pulled out his third leg and targeted Yan Qing's chest.

Three consecutive kicks are a very famous fighting move. Chen Liang learned it only after paying on the fighting website. This trick is highly practical and lethal.

As if he had expected this move, Yan Qing grabbed the five fingers with his sharp claws like iron clamps to grasp the attacking ankle firmly, and spread his arms and swung it hard on the wall column.

"Fuck!!"

Chen Liang was shocked, would he want to be so cruel? It was just a simple discussion. In fact, he would be disabled even if he was not dead.

Just as his head was about to touch the wall pillar, Chen Liang hugged his head with both hands and did sit-ups like sit-ups, avoiding the wall pillars with a slight distance.

I didn't dare to be distracted, so I stepped on Yan Qing's body with an empty leg, took advantage of the force and poured it out.

Before he could land, Yan Qing bullied himself forward, and his figure seemed to be a tiger in the mountains. He stepped heavily under his feet and crashed forward with his shoulders.

"Baji, stick to the mountain!"

The powerful qi and blood rushed towards him, and a huge invisible force was pressed down when his chest was pressed. Chen Liang's breathing stopped immediately. He didn't have time to think about why Yan Qing was leaning against the mountain. He could only mobilize the qi and blood of his body, and his internal strength was gathered on his arms.

"Bang!!"

A figure fell quickly, hitting the wall more than ten meters away, and fell to the ground with a pounce.

Chen Liang didn't know what it felt like to be hit by a car, but now he felt like he was hit by a car, his body was about to fall apart, and his internal organs were crushed by a grinder.

"puff!!"

A sweet throat and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The old man who fucked him was just practicing, would he need to do such heavy hands?

"I know what you want to say." Yan Qing walked over slowly, saying in a tone of slapping, "You know the power of Bajiquan best. I have stopped, otherwise you are not as simple as suffering from a minor injury."

He likes fighting. Once he saw Liu Rusi fighting Baji and pestering her to teach her for an afternoon. This is the first time he used it in actual combat, so he almost stopped it.

"The competition is about doing my best. If I suppress my strength and fight with you, I'm afraid you won't look for me, right?"

"This is the truth." Chen Liang stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said unwillingly: "Come on again, this time we will compete for weapons. You use a knife and I use a sword."

"Forget it, you'd better go back and recuperate. I don't want to take advantage of others."

With one hand on his back, Yan Qing looked calm and composed. He would not tell Chen Liang that his martial arts were all in his fists and he was not good at sword techniques.

Meng Fan's head was cut by a sword, which proved that Chen Liang's swordsmanship was so fast that he could not even flash the fifth level after the day.

Chen Liang's strength is improving every day. Now he is afraid that the sixth floor of the day after tomorrow will not be his opponent with the sword, so he doesn't want to make a fool of himself.

"Don't be discouraged. There is a gap in your strength. It's normal to not beat me. I believe that one day you will be super taller."

He patted Chen Liang on the shoulder, and Yan Qing smiled and said, "Your three-game kick in a row is good, it has some essence of me."

"ah?"

"The three-game kick on the fighting website was the animation model I was looking for as a member of me."

After saying that, Yan Qing left a back and left gracefully.

"How many levels are you after tomorrow?" Chen Liang asked loudly.

Without looking back, Yan Qing raised his palm and bent his three fingers behind him.

Chen Liang's chin fell to the ground, "Eighth floor? That's fake. I've been a deputy team before, and the captain was enough."

Yan Qing was the deputy captain of Team 7 before. He thought that it was at most six floors and seven floors up to the sky. Unexpectedly, it was eight floors. No wonder he could easily torture him.

The eighth floor of the acquired sky who is in his twenties, is it the best person in the entire East Realm?

"It seems that I still underestimate the people of the world. The strong ones will have their own strength. We must improve our strength as soon as possible."
Chapter completed!