In a small courtyard near the Haoran Martial Arts Hall, two warriors, one middle-aged and one young, were standing opposite each other.≌

They are both tall and big, with a serious face, sharp eyes, and a deep temperament. The exposed muscles look very soft, but they contain explosive power.

On the other side of the small yard, there were two other warriors, all with thick feet and broad shoulders. They all contained a brave and experienced temperament, giving people the feeling of being two human-shaped tigers and lions. They were obviously not ordinary warriors.

One of the middle-aged men with gray hair said: "Feng Lun's Saint Ancestor is both free and spiritual. He once fought with hundreds of bandits alone on Hejing, using the mountains and forests to kill the other party one by one. Wu Anzhi is probably not the opponent."

The man beside him was dark-skinned and had a special beast tattoo on his face. After hearing this, he replied: "Although Wu Anzhi is not as experienced as the other party, his physical strength should be above Feng Lun. It depends on whether Feng Lun can suddenly break out and kill him. The two of them have a grudge between masters, and I am afraid that this time they will be divided into life and death."

The two of them stared at the two on the field. At the next moment, their eyes were blurred. The middle-aged man on the field rushed out like a cheetah.

I saw a middle-aged man called Feng Lun's body full of energy, his robe flew up and down, and his hand stretched out, as if he was a guide to the way. Especially between his fingers, his fingertips were like poisonous snakes, constantly swaying up and down, as if he had created many phantoms, making people unable to predict where his landing point was.

Wu Anzhi on the other side saw this and his eyes lit up. He saw his body slightly raised, and a light cracking sound came from his arms, just like a lion awakening. Then he punched out, and the sound of the wind roar could be heard faintly.

This is the level of practicing the lion fist he has practiced to the point where he is so sophisticated. With the skeletons and the vocal cords vibrate, he makes a lion roar.

Bang! Finger-and-tips collided with each other, Feng Lun shouted loudly. He didn't expect that the other party would be able to practice lion fist to this level. Just when one of his fingers was blocked, his other hand had already swung violently, like a steel whip, using his shoulders as a fulcrum, and he shook it hard towards Wu Anzhi's stomach.

Feng Lun used this whip and his whole arm looked soft, as if he had even connected his elbows and wrists. This was when he practiced the softness on his arm to the extreme. Even his wrists and elbows were almost gone.

With this whip down, even if there was a piece of granite in front of him, Feng Lun was confident that the rock would crack.

If Wu Anzhi was whipped in the stomach by this whip, he would probably be beaten into two pieces on the spot.

Wu Anzhi seemed to know that the whip could not be held hard, and his legs flashed, and his whole body was retreating rapidly. However, as he retreated, the most important momentum of the lion fist had been released, and he was suddenly gained the upper hand by Feng Lun on the other side.

I saw Feng Lun failing in one move, but he was unreasonable and brought waves of afterimages with both hands. He was already pulling towards Wu Zhian like a storm.

Whenever the whip was pulled out, the sound of air shaking could be heard. Feng Lun's hands seemed to turn into two large iron whips, rushing wildly.

Weapons like Iron Whip have always been weapons used by generals on the battlefield. The Saint Ancestor Sword that Feng Lun now uses is a martial art pioneered by Taizu of the Great Qi Dynasty. The whip method is absolutely extremely ferocious.

After continuous dodging, Wu Zhian had to rush out with one hand and block the opponent's arm. He had already used all his strength to this move, but he still underestimated the opponent's martial arts attainments.

After Wu Zhian stopped Feng Lun's whip with one hand, the other party's arm seemed like noodles, and it was not difficult at all. His palm had already used the hand that Wu Zhian blocked as a fulcrum, and then he smashed it into his face.

The distance was too close. Wu Zhian felt his scalp numb, his heart beat wildly, and a lion roar came out of his mouth. The other fist was already hammering at Feng Lun's crotch with no chance, clearly, he wanted to die together.

But Feng Lun's experience was so sophisticated that he retreated immediately and dodged Wu Zhian's blow to die together. Although his whip could not be thrown on Wu Zhian's face, his palm seemed like a file, leaving a wound as thick as a thumb on the other party's shoulder.

After a few rounds, Feng Lun kept leaving wounds on Wu Zhian's body. Seeing the opponent's steps gradually fade and his hands became weaker, Feng Lun grabbed a flaw of Wu Zhian and swept his temples hard. If this blow hit, the opponent's head would probably be blown out directly.

Just when everyone thought Wu Zhian would die, Feng Lun felt a flower in front of his eyes, and a white and tender palm was already blocking his face.

That was Zuo Zhicheng's palm.

The reason why Zuo Zhicheng's palms and even the skin on his entire body is white and tender is because he practices the golden body of Yanmo. There is a layer of elastic and shaking force on the surface of the skin on his body, bounces away the old skin, dead skin and various dust on his body, making his skin look extremely white and tender.

With a bang, it was like the sound of an iron whip whip on the steel plate. Feng Lun's blow not only turned around without success, but also felt his whole arm numb, and his blood was surging, and he could no longer exert his strength.

On the other side, Wu Zhian felt a strong force coming from his neck. He was gently picked up by someone and he was taken out like a chicken.

After a sensation like flying in the clouds, he had already flew more than ten meters away.

Feng Lun knew that someone was disturbing the situation, so he snorted coldly, regardless of who the person was, and his other hand had already tugged towards the other party's chest.

In just one short fight just now, he already knew that the opponent's martial arts was so high that he might be above him. He used all his strength to pull out the whip. The joints all over his body burst out, his shoulders twisted, and his entire arm suddenly grew a section.

This time, Feng Lun mobilized all his strength together. With one move, the air seemed to be pulled away and made a buzzing sound.

But when Zuo Zhicheng, who was opposite him, faced this move, he did not dodge or fight, and looked at Feng Lun with a calm look, allowing him to whip hard on his chest.

In the flash, Zuo Zhicheng's entire body seemed to shake, and the muscles in his body were accompanied by violent vibrations, like a river of Yangtze River, transmitting all the power to his chest and then bursting out.

Using the skin on the chest to exert force, this is almost incredible martial arts, but Zuo Zhicheng easily achieved it with his amazing martial arts cultivation and the content of Yan Mo's golden body.

Obviously, during this period of practice, not only did he make progress in the Cold Light Wave Sword and Taoist Technique, but all his other martial arts were not relaxed, and he also made great progress due to his efforts and the improvement of his body strength.

With a loud bang!, I saw that after the palms and chests intersected, Feng Lun's arm bounced back as if it was run over by a truck. He himself took more than ten steps back before he finally stopped. His eyes were staring like bull's eyes, staring at Zuo Zhicheng who had not moved.

The two-faced martial artist on the other side was also shocked, with bright eyes lit up, and he looked at Zuo Zhicheng's chest in the field in disbelief. Just now, under Feng Lun's whip, the other party's top was torn apart, but his body skin was still white and tender, like a baby, and there was not even a trace of red mark.

‘Unshot? How could it be unshot?’

The four people present were all echoing this thought.
Chapter completed!