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Chapter 881 Shen Lang VS Zhao Gang

Shen Lang and Ibukiyuki must have reached some kind of agreement, that is to say, this is just a show.

After thinking about it, Hua Ziling breathed a sigh of relief, as if she suddenly relaxed.

She didn't know why she felt this way. Shen Lang had several women, and it should have nothing to do with her. Hua Zilin suddenly started to complain about herself.

Without thinking too much, his eyes turned to the martial arts training ground.

In the eyes of Hua Ziling, Zhao Gang, who was 46 years old and in the early stage of transformation, was just average. Hua Ziling had only been practicing for more than 50 years, but she had already reached the middle stage of transformation.

In terms of talent, Hua Ziling is far stronger than Zhao Gang, and she has been practicing in a place where the pure air is relatively thin at the Kunlun Mountain boundary.

This fight was just a farce. If Shen Lang couldn't win, Hua Ziling thought he could commit suicide by jumping off Mount Sumeru.

There are more and more people watching around the martial arts training ground.

A man in white clothes walked up, his graceful demeanor and handsome appearance immediately made the eyes of countless Yi family girls shine.

"It's Mr. Yifei!"

"Master Yifei is so handsome today!"

"I will never marry anyone other than Mr. Yifei in this life!"

"Halo, Mr. Yifei has a graceful demeanor that is rare in this world. You don't even look in the mirror to see what you look like, you are a nymphomaniac..."

As soon as Yi Fei appeared on the stage, countless girls from the Yi family cheered.

Zhao Gang was a little unhappy. This guy actually came out to steal his limelight?

Yifei reached the early stage of transformation at the age of 40. He is a rare talent that the Yi family has seen for hundreds of years. He is handsome and is Zhao Gang's strong rival.

Zhao Gang has been practicing hard during this period in order to defeat Yifei in the martial arts competition between the two clans next month and become the strongest master of the younger generation in Mount Xumi.

Now that he has mastered the Divine Palm of Mount Sumeru to the Mahayana level, Yi Fei will definitely not be his opponent.

As for Shen Lang, Zhao Gang sneered and didn't take this boy seriously at all. If this boy dared to touch his woman, he would be the target of his beating.

Hearing that Zhao Gang was going to duel with Shen Lang, Yifei also came here after hearing the news. Yifei naturally knew what level Zhao Gang was, and he just wanted to know what level Shen Lang was.

The ancestor had treated Shen Lang badly before, which made Yi Fei feel a little unbalanced.

After several rounds of hype, the duel became more and more popular, spreading throughout the Yi family, and almost all the young disciples came to watch the battle.

Linhai Tianshan has always advocated martial arts, and the disciples of the family sect often have fights and even duels.

The family members also turned a blind eye to this, and not only did they not control it, but they condoned it. Let some family members fight with each other. Only when they compete with each other will they work harder to practice.

In the center of the training ground.

"It's been ten minutes, let's start now!" Shen Lang stood up and said impatiently.

Zhao Gang looked around and felt that it was almost done, and sneered: "Okay."

"Zhao Gang, don't underestimate your opponent. Even a lion fights a rabbit with all his strength. Don't let your father down!" Zhao Jin said in a deep voice beside the stands.

"Yes, father!" Zhao Gang nodded immediately, with an unruly look on his face.

Shen Lang sneered contemptuously, not knowing who was the lion and who was the rabbit.

"Miss Fubuki, watch out. I, Zhao Gang, will prove to you who is the hero and who is the bear!" Zhao Gang shouted at Ibuki with a proud face.

Ibuki turned her head away. She had 100% confidence in Shen Lang and would never lose to Zhao Gang.

There was some commotion at the scene. It seemed that Zhao Gang was really infatuated with Ibuki Yuki.

"Stop chirping here and start quickly!" Shen Lang said impatiently.

"Okay, since you are so impatient and want to die, I will help you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Gang stepped into lightning and rushed towards Shen Lang.

In order to impress Ibukiyuki, Zhao Gang decided to act cool.

He wanted to defeat Shen Lang with lightning speed to achieve the best pretending effect.

Zhao Gang was furious when he thought of Ibuki's intimate behavior with this boy. He wanted to vent his unhappiness to the maximum extent, at least to make Shen Lang unable to take care of himself, or even disabled.

Zhao Gang was extremely fast, and he struck out with a palm, directly hitting Shen Lang's chest.

"Sumi Mountain Divine Palm!" Several exclamations came from the crowd watching outside the martial arts training ground.

Yi Tianfeng's face became a little ugly. This Zhao Gang was really ambitious. He used a big killing move like the Divine Palm of Mount Sumeru as soon as he came up.

Shen Lang is too young. Although his cultivation is in the realm of transformation, he may not have much experience against enemies. Yi Tianfeng is very unsure about him, and his palms are sweating, hoping that Shen Lang will not be seriously injured in one blow.

ah.

The Sumeru Mountain Divine Palm is the strongest secret skill of the Zhao family. It is a low-level heaven-level technique that ranks second among all the internal palm techniques of Linhai Tianshan. Its power is quite astonishing.

It is extremely difficult to practice the God Palm of Mount Sumeru. It requires the practitioner to have extremely high martial arts talent. Every time you use this palm technique, you must concentrate on your luck and be able to gather the internal energy in the Dantian. If you are not careful, the palm force will collapse.

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Among the younger generation of the Zhao family, only Zhao Gang has mastered the Divine Palm of Mount Xumi.

"This guy actually has some skills!" Shen Lang was slightly surprised. He could see that the power of Zhao Gang's palm was not comparable to that of Yang Tongtian and others.

Zhao Gang should be regarded as one of the outstanding ones in martial arts in the early stages of transformation.

But it’s still not enough in front of Shen Lang!

During this period, Shen Lang had fought against many martial arts cultivators in the Transformation Realm, and even fought against masters in the late-stage Transformation Realm. His experience against enemies was not comparable to that of Zhao Gang.

Naturally, there was no need to use a powerful weapon such as the Dragon Bird Sword. Shen Lang did not dodge or dodge. He made a fist with one hand and struck forward with a seven-injury formula.

Countless fist shadows attacked Zhao Gang, who was approaching quickly.

The unrivaled fist shadow made Zhao Gang's expression change drastically. In desperation, he had no choice but to push out his right palm fiercely and strike out with all his strength in the Sumeru Mountain Divine Palm.

The huge palm wind suddenly came out and hit a large number of fist shadows.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and a storm broke out around the martial arts training ground. The Yi family disciples in the stands were blown away by the strong wind and could not open their eyes.

"The Seven Injury Formula?" Yi Tianfeng showed an unbelievable look.

It was surprising to him that Shen Lang could practice the Seven Injury Fist, but he was also able to practice the Seven Injury Fist to the Mahayana realm!

Zhao Jin's eyelids twitched at the side, and his face instantly turned gloomy. Who would have thought that this boy was so powerful? His son might not be able to please him.

After the blow, Zhao Gang took more than ten steps back before he could regain his balance.

But Shen Lang still stood where he was, and a violent wind suddenly blew up around him. Every wisp of the wind was as sharp as a knife.

The Shenzhao Sutra activated the body-protecting Qi and defended Shen Lang from the excess palm wind.

"Shen Zhao Jing!" Yi Tianfeng exclaimed, his eyes widening.

Zhao Jin also had a look of disbelief on his face. The mental method that this boy cultivated was actually the Shen Zhao Sutra that was rumored to be extremely difficult to cultivate? And it looked like this, as if he had achieved some success in it.


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