The muscles in Guan Ziqi's body are very scary. When she is lucky, the air pockets wander around, just like live mice swimming inside.
This also indirectly illustrates the terrifying nature of Guan Ziqi's body.
But Feng Hao didn't seem to care at all about how much he was taken seriously by others.
Guan Ziqi was despised by Feng Hao, so she ran away violently. He strode into a horse stance and stepped into the stone bricks with both legs.
He hammered his chest twice and said loudly: "Come on, use your fists to make me collapse on the bed and see..."
"Haha, don't say that. If Feng Keqing fails to do it, wouldn't you slap him in the face?"
"Haha, that's interesting!"
The disciples of the Martial God Sect who were watching all started laughing.
They all think that Feng Hao's bullshit has been blown up to the sky, how can he still fight?
Even if the great elder of the outer sect, Xuan Tianji, takes action, he may not be able to paralyze someone with just the wind of his fist...
The leader of the Martial God Sect watched intently.
He knew Feng Hao somewhat, and he was not a big talker.
The methods that Feng Hao showed in front of him before turned corruption into magic. Based on this, Feng Hao was absolutely extraordinary.
Yang Jian and the big black dog turned around and covered their eyes, fearing that they would see a bloody scene later.
Facing the ridicule from the disciples of the Martial God Sect, Feng Hao just smiled lightly and said: "The frog at the bottom of the well."
Wow!
As soon as the words fell to the ground, Feng Hao rushed over, showing his right unicorn arm, and the air was distorted by the hammer.
Whoosh!
At that moment, the eyes of the leader of the Martial God Sect were twitching wildly, and several elders even opened their mouths wide enough to stuff a duck egg into their mouths.
This punch seems to be really something.
Guan Ziqi was still sneering at first, but when Feng Hao punched him, he felt as if the world had collapsed.
Before the punch could reach him, he found that the only pants he had on were blown to pieces by the strong wind.
All that was left was the pair of underwear.
Feng Hao's fist approached again, and the air was compressed to the extreme.
"How is it possible..."
Guan Ziqi's heart was pounding and she was about to meow. Her liver and gallbladder were so frightened that she just wanted to pull her legs out from the cracks in the stone bricks, but found that it was too late...
Buzz!
Feng Hao's fist hovered directly in front of Guan Ziqi's head.
But that strong wind made everyone vaguely see that Guan Ziqi's soul seemed to have been blown away.
Behind Guan Ziqi, the floor tiles shattered into debris in a straight line.
puff!
Guan Ziqi opened her mouth and spat out blood. At that moment, he felt the wind of Feng Hao's fist, like a sacred mountain hitting him.
All the internal organs seemed to have been displaced.
His underwear was blown to pieces by the strong wind, and his crotch felt cold, and then he collapsed to the ground with a thump.
"..."
Silence, deathly silence.
The Wushen Sect disciple who originally laughed at Feng Hao had a stiff expression, as if he had eaten thousands of piles of fly shit.
They were stunned.
Originally they thought Feng Hao was bragging, but Guan Ziqi, a fourth-level martial arts master, was still a physically powerful master.
In the entire Martial God Sect, there are only a hundred or so disciples who are ranked in the fourth rank of the Martial Sect.
But now, he was really beaten down by Feng Hao's punch, like a puddle of mud.
Xuan Tianji went up to investigate and was shocked: "The internal organs have been displaced, and I will have to lie on the bed for at least half a year..."
"Wow!"
There was an uproar in the crowd, and the disciples of the Wushen Sect who had originally laughed at Feng Hao wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.
I can’t afford it, I can’t afford it!
"In his right hand, there is a power that is not inferior to the second-grade Martial Emperor..."
The head of the Martial God Sect made a judgment.
No wonder he couldn't see Feng Hao's cultivation. He turned out to be a warrior with a gifted magical power in his right hand, which was pretty good.
Barely enough to participate in this peripheral competition in the Forgotten City.
"Give him the spot!"
The leader of the Martial God Sect sent a message to Xuan Tianji. After all, with Feng Hao's innate magical powers, it seemed that those fourth-level Martial Sects could not do anything to him.
Only the elders of the inner sect could suppress Feng Hao.
Xuan Tianji didn't expect Feng Hao to be so aggressive. He coughed twice to resolve the embarrassment and said seriously: "Guan Ziqi failed in the challenge, but who else can challenge him?"
Wow!
The disciples of the outer sect of Wushen Sect immediately took several steps back.
Even Guan Ziqi, a fourth-level martial arts sect, was paralyzed by the wind of the fist. No matter how defiant the disciples of their outer sect were, they would not dare to go up and kill people again...
"I didn't expect Feng Haoran to be so powerful?"
"He should be a strange person. The fist in his right hand is very scary. It is also possible that the country injected a drop of the blood of Lord Shura into his right hand..."
The Dragon Team members were shocked.
What Feng Hao did just now was really scary. When he punched out, the air was compressed like a car honking.
"This Feng Haoran from China is too scary. Vladimir, didn't you say you wanted to suck his blood?"
The foreign powerhouse looked at Vladimir.
"Fuck, I'm your aunt, and I have Ofbitchi!"
Vladimir was furious at that time. Didn't this push him to be the opposite of Feng Hao?
I didn't see that Feng Haoran's fist paralyzed the powerful martial arts master, and it was obviously not difficult to deal with him.
"Stop arguing. We are all elites in the league. Cultivation is the king. Didn't you hear them say that opportunities are endless now? Take advantage of them... We say the strongest."
Strong men from several countries have formed an alliance, as if they were born incompatible with China.
During the alliance, they didn’t even say hello to the Chinese Dragon Team.
…
"There's no one left?"
Xuan Tianji was a little disappointed. He also wanted to see how Feng Hao's boxing style wiped out those elite inner sect disciples.
It's a pity that no one came forward, as they seemed to be afraid of Feng Hao's cultivation.
But Xuan Tianji felt that if Feng Hao didn't have the support of cultivation, he could only use this kind of boxing style once or twice.
Maybe it won’t work the third time.
In fact... most people have the same idea as Xuan Tianji, but no one is willing to be the second person.
Even if Feng Hao's boxing style weakens the second time he uses it, the second person who challenges him will be paralyzed for at least three months.
It’s a big loss, okay?
Therefore, most of the disciples of the Wushen Sect dispersed, fearing that they would be embarrassed.
"Since there is no one, this quota will belong to Feng Haoran..."
Xuan Tianji finally gave the spot to Feng Hao, while Yang Jian and the big black dog who were sweeping the floor happily punched each other.
As long as Feng Hao is here, they don't have to worry about their lives even if their cultivation level is not high enough. Feng Emperor will definitely protect them.
At the same time, because of the strength Feng Hao showed this time, the disciples of the Wushen Sect saw him and called him "Feng Keqing" very politely.
Three days later, the head of the Martial God Sect and the first and second elders of the inner sect appeared at the gate of the mountain, intending to go to the ruins of the Forgotten City of the Great Xia Empire.