The disciple walked up to Wei Zong and blocked the way.
Wei Zong glanced at him and got some impressions. This man's name was Wu Quan. He was Zhang Yuan's loyal henchman and had bullied him a lot in the past.
"Trash, what are you looking at?"
Wu Quan seemed to be stimulated by Wei Zong's contemptuous eyes, and Wu Quan suddenly became angry.
Zhang Yuan on the side looked at Wei Zong with interest, with amusement on his face, as if he didn't expect Wei Zong to remain calm despite Wu Quan's provocation.
When the disciples passing by saw a conflict happening here, they stopped one after another and looked towards this side as if they were watching a good show.
Wei Zong looked around and felt a little impatient. He was a person who hated trouble.
However, looking at this situation, trouble is not something you can just avoid.
"I'm talking to you. Didn't you hear me?"
Seeing that Wei Zong never paid attention to him, Wu Quan was furious and punched Wei Cong directly.
Wei Zong, however, did not dodge, but lightly passed over and grabbed Wu Quan's fist.
"How is this possible?" Wu Quan was shocked. He knew how much Wei Zong weighed. Although this punch did not use any martial arts, but with his strength as a marrow-changing warrior, one punch was enough to hit Wei Zong.
He vomited blood. Now he was easily caught by Wei Zong.
"Nothing is impossible." Wei Zong said indifferently, and then squeezed it gently.
Click!
"Ah...my hand!! My hand!!"
Wei Zong let go of his hand and let Wu Quan lie on the ground, holding his hand and wailing non-stop.
The bones of his hand had been completely crushed by Wei Zong, and the palm of his hand was crushed into a ball. There were still some bone fragments on the skin that pierced the skin and came out, which was extremely tragic.
The disciples around him were talking a lot and were a little surprised. They seemed to have never expected that Wu Quan would be deposed by Wei Zong in just one round.
However, Zhang Yuan's face couldn't keep it any longer. The pretense of fun on his face had long since disappeared, and he was shocked and angry. In fact, it was him who ordered Wu Quan to go to Wei Zong to trouble him.
But what he didn't expect was that Wu Quan didn't even block Wei Zong's move.
What he didn't expect even more was that Wei Zong would be so cruel as to directly destroy Wu Quan. This was a slap in Zhang Yuan's face.
Ignoring Wu Quan who was still howling miserably, Zhang Yuan took a step forward and shouted to Wei Zong: "Wei Zong, I don't know what adventure you have had. Your strength has greatly increased in a short period of time. However, the slight improvement in strength seems to have made
You have gone to your head and dared to hit even my Zhang Yuan people."
"Oh?" Wei Zong looked at him with interest, feeling that his pretense was a bit ridiculous, "So what if I get beaten?"
"It's very simple. Either you kneel down now, kowtow to me three times, and call me grandpa. Or..." He laughed evilly, "I will crush your legs and feet. You choose one."
After hearing his words, it was as if a pot had exploded, and the disciples around him started talking a lot.
"This Yuan is too overbearing." A female disciple couldn't bear it.
"Junior sister, be silent. Zhang Yuan's uncle is Elder Zhang of the Punishment Hall. He himself has reached the Great Meridian Realm and is about to enter the inner sect. We cannot afford to offend him." An older disciple next to him explained.
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"Then Wei Zong is finished, isn't he?"
"Yes, if he knows the current affairs, it is better to kowtow to lose more face than to become a useless person. Moreover, he deposed Wu Quan first. Even if he is deposed by Zhang Yuan, the sect will not do anything to Zhang Yuan.
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Listening to the discussions of the people around him, Zhang Yuan felt a little proud again on his face. He raised his head and said, "Wei Zong, have you made your choice? Kowtow and call me grandpa, or be deposed by me."
"It's a pity that I don't choose either of these two." Wei Zong said coldly, "If you want to take action, then do it."
"Seeking death!" Zhang Yuan roared angrily, clenched his fists, rushed in front of Wei Cong with a single step, and hit him on the head. The strong wind surrounded his fists, causing a low sound of breaking through the air. The power was astonishing, compared to Wu Quan's blow.
Boxing, I don’t know how strong it is.
"The highest-grade human martial arts skill, Tongbei Fist!!"
Before the punch could arrive, the strong wind caused Wei Zong's face to hurt.
However, Wei Zong still didn't dodge, he just clenched his fist casually, and then...
Hand it out!
boom!!
The two fists collided, and circles of energy shot out from the center of their fists.
The aggressive Zhang Yuan took more than ten steps back. Looking at Wei Zong, his figure was as straight as a pine tree, motionless.
"How is this possible? Zhang Yuan's Tongbei Fist has been practiced to a small degree, but he actually lost to Wei Zong!"
"I was bullish on Yuan's usual behavior. I thought he was so strong, but he turned out to be a loser."
Listening to everyone's discussion, Zhang Yuan's face turned blue and purple, and his face was slightly distorted.
"Weizong, you forced me to do this."
There was a faint sound of the air breaking, and light flashed on Zhang Yuan's fist. This was a manifestation of the spiritual power attached to the fist.
"This is... a low-level spiritual fighting skill, Kaishan Fist." A knowledgeable disciple exclaimed.
"That's right. With Zhang Yuan's cultivation at the Tongmai Realm and his spiritual level martial arts, he has been able to gather some spiritual power. Wei Zong may be in danger."
"That's it." Wei Zong shouted lowly.
He moved for the first time, rushed forward, and put a gentle palm against Zhang Yuan's fist.
Then……
With all my strength I spat out...
"ah!"
Zhang Yuan screamed, his feet lifted off the ground, flew out, and hit the ground hard.
cough!
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Zhang Yuan got up, took two staggering steps, lost consciousness, and fell down, unconscious.
hiss!
There was an eerie silence in the air. The disciples who originally looked like they were watching a good show were all dumbfounded. They didn't expect such a result.
When Wei Zong walked far away, the air became noisy again.
"This Wei Zong is a monster, he is so strong."
"Yeah, he didn't even use any martial arts skills, and he actually defeated Zhang Yuan like that."
Everyone was surprised and envious, looking at Wei Zong who was gradually walking away.
Ignoring the glances behind him, Wei Zong just wanted to find a swordsmanship as soon as possible.
Fighting with fists is not his style.
After all, he is the sword master and he uses his sword to prove the truth, not his fists.
As for Zhang Yuan, an ant-like figure, he didn't take it to heart at all.
I originally planned to crush him to death after getting stronger, but I didn't expect him to hit me in advance.
Not long after, Wei Zong arrived at the entrance of the Martial Arts Pavilion.
When you walk into the martial arts pavilion, the first thing you see is an old man with white hair.
The old man had white hair and beard, and was wearing linen clothes. He was lazily leaning on a chair with his eyes half closed, just like an ordinary old man taking a nap.
But no one would think that he was an ordinary person, because the old man exuded a sea-like aura that was suffocating.
"Linghai realm, no, he is injured? The real realm may be more than that." Although the aura exuded by the old man was only the Tiangang realm, Wei Zong's eyes were so vicious that he could see the old man's true realm at a glance.
However, Wei Zong ignored it. No matter what the old man was planning or something else, it had nothing to do with him. His current goal was only to become stronger.
Wei Zong didn't think too much and went straight to the place where the martial arts were displayed.
Behind him, the old man opened his cloudy eyes and looked at Wei Zong's back, with a glimmer of light in his eyes.