On the ring, the smell of gunpowder was very strong. Xuanmeng did not expect that Feng Hao, who was a martial artist, would dare to accept his challenge. Looking at the young man standing in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and then he got angry on his face.
He gave a ferocious smile.
Originally, he just wanted to verbally humiliate Ichiban Fenghao, but now, he was able to brutalize him openly and openly.
"Hehe, this is your own death, you can't blame others!"
Xuanmeng smiled "sinfully" and moved his hands and feet casually, and a burst of loud noises spread out from his body. Coupled with his malicious face, everyone present expressed a moment of silence for Feng Hao.
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"This stupid young man really thinks that he will be invincible after defeating Bao Hui?"
"The frog in the well will have a better time this time!"
These sounds filled the ears of the Qiong Ling'er brother and sister. Seeing the gloating glances from around them, the two frowned tightly.
"Don't worry, Linger, my cousin will be fine!"
Seeing the nervous look on her sister's face, Qiong Ning twitched her lips and comforted her.
Although he was willing to believe in Feng Hao's strength, the difference in strength between Feng Hao and Xuan Meng was too great. According to him, this gap was irreparable.
"Um."
Qiong Ling'er nodded slightly, but the worry on her face did not diminish. Her eyes were fixed on the delicate figure on the ring, her little hands tightened tightly, and sweat continued to leak out of her palms, "Hao
Brother, it must be okay!"
"well!..."
Looking at Qiong Ling'er's appearance, how could Qiong Ning not know what her sister was thinking? She raised her head and looked at the young man with an upright body. There was a complex look in his eyes.
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On the ring, the two distanced themselves and faced off against a great martial artist for the first time. Feng Hao did not dare to be too careless. His eyes were locked on Xuanmeng, and the "Essence" pill in his body began to shake.
After glancing at the two of them again, Xiao Yusen's face hardened and he shouted, "Start!"
"Hey!...go to hell!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xuanmeng's Wuyuan flew out, leaping high like a ferocious beast, with a pair of fists flickering with Wuyuan, and condescendingly smashed Feng Hao's head down.
He was obviously moving to kill!
"Thunder Fist!"
Feng Hao stepped forward, Wu Yuan gathered on his palms one by one, and his body was in the tiger's movement. His eyes suddenly condensed, and he punched out with one hand and met him with a fist!
"Bang!..."
The two fists collided together in full view of everyone, and suddenly, strong winds burst out from them, raising all the dust on the ring, and the two figures inside became looming.
"Hey, this little guy is really not simple."
Hua Yunlong sat there with his eyes slightly narrowed. Apparently, the dust could not block his sight.
"Withstood it?"
After a while, no screams came from inside, and everyone was stunned.
"How can this be?!"
As the dust slowly dispersed, the scene inside made everyone open their eyes wide.
On the ring, Xuanmeng still remained in mid-air, but his face was obviously very stunned. Obviously, he could not understand how this young man, who was an intermediate martial artist, could resist his almost full blow.
And Feng Hao, although the stone slab of the arena under his feet was cracked several times, he did not take a step back!
"ha!"
Feng Hao let out a soft cry and used the force of his fist to push Xuanmeng away.
Xuanmeng didn't need to make a fool of himself. With a somersault, he landed on the ring and shivered suddenly. At this time, the arrogance on his face also subsided, and his eyes were filled with shock.
Staring at Feng Hao.
He clearly felt that Feng Hao's Wu Yuan carried a cold energy. If he hadn't surpassed him in cultivation, he would have made a fool of himself this time!
Compared to him, Feng Hao was much more relaxed. After the collision just now, he had roughly figured out the depth. He no longer had much pressure on Xuan Meng.
Pairs of astonished and surprised eyes rested on Feng Hao, and the originally disdainful and mocking expressions became deadlocked on those people's faces.
When an intermediate martial artist faced a great martial artist, he was not defeated!
After a while, the scene suddenly became lively, with all kinds of exclamations and surprised sounds resounding, and a pair of eyes were full of incredible looks.
Xuan Meng is incompetent? This is obviously impossible. The only explanation is that Feng Hao is too strong. However, his Wu Yuan does not contain attributes, which everyone can see clearly.
"Could it be that he possesses advanced martial arts skills?"
This is almost the only possibility!
When they think of the deposed Bao Hui and the fate of the Bao family, all this makes Feng Hao become mysterious in their eyes.
"snort!"
Listening to those vague discussions, Xuanmeng's face also darkened, and his body swayed again.
"Heaven Breaking Fist!"
As soon as he used the Xuan-level intermediate martial arts, his power doubled, and he rushed towards Feng Hao like an afterimage.
Obviously, he has used all his strength!
"call..."
But at this time, Feng Hao closed his eyes, and the momentum and martial arts he burst out were all restrained, and the whole person seemed to have given up resistance.
His actions made everyone who paid attention to him a little confused. Xiao Yusen's face also became serious, as if he was planning to stop him.
After all, one can see Feng Hao's talent based on his current performance. At the age of fourteen, there are not many colleges that can fight against great martial arts masters at the age of fourteen, even the inner college!
"Don't worry, Lao Xiao, you don't need to save that little guy."
Hua Yunlong squinted his eyes and looked at Feng Hao, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
This young man is gathering momentum!
"go to hell!"
Xuanmeng's face was filled with a ferocious smile, and his fist punched Feng Hao's chest hard.
The strong wind lifted Feng Hao's robe. Suddenly, his eyes suddenly opened, and a flash of lightning-like light flashed across his eyes.
"Thunder Slash!"
He raised his palms, and an astonishing momentum was instantly condensed. Xuan Menghan stood upside down in shock, but at this time he could no longer avoid it, so he could only bite the bullet, mobilize all his martial energy, and hit him hard.
past.
"cut!"
As a cold word came out of Feng Hao's mouth, a sharp and extremely condensed aura burst out from his palm, and white light flashed across like lightning, striking Xuan Meng head-on.
"Tsk!"
In an instant, all of Xuanmeng's defenses were destroyed. When the powerful attack came, his figure was just stunned, and then he was thrown high into the air. A mouthful of blood spurted out in mid-air, passing far away.
The arena fell into the crowd.
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