"You are weaker, you can take action first." Lu Feng said in silence for a moment.

A sharp look appeared in Sun Haiyang's eyes, and the military boots stomped heavily on the ground, leaving a footprint, stirring up heavy dust.

His body swelled a little, his muscles completely supported his clothes, and several ferocious meridians on his forehead, as if they were as ferocious as a green dragon, and sweat as big as a bean came out.

He lowered his head, like a bull ready to go. Everyone felt a muffled sound on the surface, followed by a slight vibration, and dust was flying—

Sun Haiyang's body rushed out, and every step he fell, he felt a thrilling feeling.

Wearing the fist of the finger tiger, he hit Lu Feng's jaw hard, with no defense at all. This is a life-threatening fight.

He comes from the warhead and often faces demon clans, and most demon clans are very powerful in close proximity. This is why the combat power of the people in the warhead is also strong on their physical bodies.

boom!

The wind condensed on the surface of the opponent's fist sounded, and even monks of the same level would be beaten to the head if they punched.

The finger tiger was shining with cold light, and before it got close, Lu Feng felt the sharpness.

Lu Feng knew that the weapons of the monks in the Special Meter Bureau were definitely not made of ordinary metal.

He was about to hide, but he heard a sound of breaking through the air from behind him.

At this time, a talisman slowly fell off from Chang Yi, who came from the Ministry of Practice.

However, the talisman did not fall to the ground, but merged directly into the ground. Later, the earth seemed to be broken, and a huge crack suddenly appeared, and countless gravel shot rapidly along the direction of the crack.

"Foshan Palm!"

But before it was finished, the Hongren monk jumped high, his right palm spread wide open, and each finger was curled strangely, and his knuckles seemed to have been broken, heading in different directions.

In the myth, Sun Wukong was suppressed by the Buddha of Tathagata, and the current Buddhist monks created this palm based on the myth.

Lu Feng just read the information about this not long ago.

Behind the Foshan Palm is the Foshan Seal, but the latter is too difficult, so most monks learn Foshan Palm first.

In the sky, underground, in front, and behind.

Attacks are everywhere.

Lu Feng's heart suddenly sank, and his slightly narrowed eyes slightly turbulent. He never understood why these people's hostility towards him was so terrible. Of course, he didn't believe it. This was just a single move.

I'm afraid there is someone behind it watching everything.

Everything was as fast as lightning, but fortunately Lu Feng's magic eyes were always open.

In his eyes, those attacks seemed to slow down.

He was in a calm state and stepped out with one foot.

Ignoring the opponent's attack, Lu Feng's knees and Sun Haiyang's knees collided with each other.

Lu Feng did not have any long-range attack methods, and he always fought in close combat, so he was not inferior to the other party.

The terrifying force was transmitted to Sun Haiyang's knees, and the latter's face changed instantly. Because the lower plate was unstable, his attack wiped the other party's head and his body staggered.

Then, Lu Feng's right elbow suddenly pressed backwards, and the air felt like it was boiling.

It seemed as if a wind wall was formed at Lu Feng's elbow, pressing against countless gravels and flew away. The terrible crack under his feet also stopped one meter away from Lu Feng's body.

But at this time, Foshan's palm has arrived.

He claimed to be a master's level power, so he slowed down his movements so much that when the opponent's attack came, Lu Feng's fist had just exerted force.

Lu Feng frowned. It was the first time he claimed to be a master's power. He was used to the master's level body on weekdays, so it was a bit abrupt and even unnatural at this time.

However, this punch had already collided with the opponent's palm print. After a moment of contact, Lu Feng immediately understood that the attacks of the two people in front were just to take him lightly, and only this person was the real attack.

"This person is probably the best in Consecrating the Third Realm." Lu Feng only stayed at Consecrating the Third Realm for a few minutes, and then directly entered the Grandmaster realm. He had no idea that most cultivators were stuck in this realm for the rest of their lives.

They practice hard and constantly hone themselves. This is the difference between the old-fashioned three realms and the ordinary three realms.

All three of them have experienced the monster chaos seven years ago, have gone to the battlefield, killed people, killed monsters, and destroyed monsters. As they experienced more, they naturally became even more ruthless.

Compared to them, Lu Feng is like a novice.

The Foshan Seal suddenly exploded at the peak of its power, but Lu Feng's fist was suppressed as soon as he exerted his force.

Realizing the thickness of this palm, Lu Feng suddenly stopped. Compared to his control of spiritual energy and himself, Lu Feng, who had practiced high-level mental methods, was obviously more flexible.

But soon, Lu Feng discovered something was wrong. The Foshan palm arrived as scheduled and came along his arm, as if he used his arm as a medium for communication.

"This is not a contest at all, but a serious injury to me!"

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Chapter completed!