"It's going to fight!"

As early as the two were talking, An Qisheng grabbed Feng Mingtao and retreated to the distance.

Feng Mingtao wanted to get close to watch the battle, but he felt a gust of fist wind whistling, like thunder coming out of the mountain, exploding in his ears.

He almost fell to the ground, and couldn't help but feel shocked.

"This old Taoist priest is so fierce!"

An Qisheng's eyelids twitched.

He saw it clearly. The distance under his feet seemed to have lost its meaning when the palm-leaf-like big hand was holding it in a real sense, as if thunder exploded from his palm-legged hand!

And the thunder is even mixed with spiritual power, even covering your ears is useless.

Bang!

Like the sound of thunder, Taoist Juechen swung out from top to bottom.

The Taoist Juechen is two meters tall and majestic. When he swung this punch, it seemed like there was thunder surrounding him. The wind and rain roared, it was like the thunder god in the sky was punishing him.

"In ancient times, there was a voice transmission, and Taoist thunder was used to send thunder with his palms. In the eyes of ordinary people, this technique is considered to be thunder in the palm of the palm."

In the drizzle blowing with strong wind, Mu Longcheng exclaimed slightly, and his palm was suddenly stretched out.

When Mu Longcheng turned his back to everyone, no one felt that when he took action, An Qisheng saw something.

His palms were slender and white, and his five fingers were round and plump as crystal clear as jade. You could even see the blood vessels inside it, and even the blood flowing inside it!

It's really like a glass crystal!

Huh ~

His movements were neither hurry nor slow, but he resisted the punch of Taoist Juechen like Thunder God.

For such an invincible master like them, any trick is meaningless. Only by fighting head-on can you truly determine the outcome!

Bang!

Fist and palms intersect.

The strong wind visible to the naked eye blew the rain and flew backwards, spreading around the two people like a circle in the same center.

Apart more than ten meters away, An Qisheng could feel the strong wind blowing towards him. The raindrops were even more like hidden weapons, making his skin hurt!

"This is to see God without destruction!"

An Qisheng's heart was shocked and he retreated one after another.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

An Qisheng climbed down the stone steps and saw the strong wind whistling on the platform, thunder sound rolling, and the drizzle was blown high by the waves of air that were stirred up between the collision of the two, just like an invisible glass cover on the platform of the Golden Palace!

"This is the battle between the Grand Masters!"

Feng Mingtao was in a state of excitement, and he wanted to come forward and was still scared.

The other people were all like this.

Although they are also boxers, they have never seen a great master who is invincible to fight.

Unfortunately, with their skills, let alone learning something from the two of them, they can't even see clearly.

Only An Qisheng, although he couldn't see the fight between the two, he was not too anxious.

As long as he experiences this battle, he can watch it again and again in the future, and there is no need to rush to do so.

boom!

The battle did not last long, and it took about ten minutes before and after. Everyone heard a loud bang on the platform and then fell into silence.

Paste ~

The air waves were silent, and the drizzle fell again.

"Is the winner a decision?"

"Master Juechen..."

"Can Taoist priest beat Mulong City?"

Under the stone steps, the crowd was nervous and saw Mulong City slowly walking down from the high platform in the drizzle like a curtain.

The brown mysterious suit is spotless, and the rain will be avoided wherever it passes. Even when the cloth shoes are raised and placed under the flat bottom, there is no water stain on the soil.

"Master Juechen lost!"

An Qi's heart sank slightly, although he had met Mu Longcheng and Taoist Juechen for the first time.

But compared to Mu Long City, he was more inclined to Taoist Juechen.

Step by step ~

The world was extremely quiet for a while, but the sound of footsteps in the drizzle was like drum beats in the hearts of everyone.

Everyone, including Feng Mingtao, was tight and had a serious expression, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Although the rumored Mu Long City is not a person who kills indiscriminately, no one can be assured when facing such a great master.

Even without any hostility, the few people felt that their bodies had lost control and could not move, so they could only watch him walk down step by step.

"The mist on his face seemed to disappear..."

Looking at Mu Long City walking down, An Qisheng's heart moved.

It was not until this time that he could see clearly the appearance of this contemporary first person.

His facial features are not outstanding, but they have a strange charm when combined, which makes people feel disgusted at a glance.

Only those indifferent and deep eyes made people feel cold.

Huh ~

Mu Longcheng stopped, and he didn't care about the people who were facing a great enemy, his eyes fell on An Qisheng:

"May I have your name."

An Qisheng's body trembled, and under the gaze of Mulong City, he suddenly felt a biting cold.

It seemed as if I had arrived from midsummer to mid-winter in an instant, and I was thrown into cold water!

cold!

cold!

cold!

An Qisheng seemed to hear the moans of his skin, and the biting coldness seemed to be about to completely freeze it from the depths of his bone marrow!

"Hypnosis? Phantom? When, is it the sound of footsteps or the sound of rain?"

An Qisheng had clenched his teeth. He had refined psychology and had an understanding of hypnosis and learned.

But he had never seen such a terrifying hypnosis, which made him fall into a hypnosis dilemma while on guard.

This cold is naturally false, but if his consciousness thinks it is true and his brain accepts this signal, he will be frozen to death in the June light rain!

boom!

Just as An Qisheng struggled to hold on, the cold suddenly faded, and what followed was heat and scorching!

It was like a burning flame, thrown into a pan of oil!

The extreme changes in hot and cold made him feel real death at this moment!

I will die!

Die under this sight!

An Qisheng's heart was burning like fire. At this moment, he didn't care about anything else. With a thought, the panel representing Wang Honglin was shattered from his perspective.

Into a dream in one second!

"interesting."

Above the stone steps, Mulongcheng smiled slightly and walked into the storm again.

It disappeared in a few moments.

"An Qisheng?"

As soon as Mu Long City left, Feng Mingtao hurriedly stepped forward and patted An Qisheng.

In his opinion, Mu Longcheng just glanced at An Qisheng. An Qisheng's face was pale at first, as if he had fallen into an ice hole, and then his face turned red like blood and his body was sweating profusely.

"I...is okay."

An Qisheng came to his senses and looked at the stone steps in the drizzle under the mountain, and gritted his teeth secretly.

If it weren't for his dreaming method, it would have been really dangerous before.

"It's really okay?"

Feng Mingtao was a little surprised and doubtful, and obviously guessed that An Qisheng might have encountered danger before.

After all, he is not very brave, but he is definitely not a little bit too young. Even when facing a great master who is not bad for seeing the gods, there is no reason why he is so scared that he dare not move.

"fine."

An Qisheng wiped the rain from his forehead and face, and walked towards the Golden Palace:
Chapter completed!