There was a strength meter next to the training ground. Liu Meng punched it hard. The numbers on the screen of the strength meter jumped rapidly, and finally settled on 1203. 3. Fastest.
"My physical fitness is about this. The most powerful super-core genetic technique has opened three gene locks. If you haven't reached this level, I can only open one gene lock, or control my power to a certain level.
Within the range." Liu Meng said.
"No, just try your best, otherwise there's no point in winning." Han Sen glanced at the power meter and said.
Liu Meng's eyes lit up: "Well said, this is exactly what I want. If you are good at weapons, please feel free to use them."
"My fists are no worse than weapons." Han Sen said calmly.
"Okay, then I'm welcome." Liu Meng's body suddenly burned with red flames, tearing apart the space like a burning man, and punched Han Sen in front of his face.
The flames made a roaring sound as they rubbed against the air, and the red-flamed fist almost hit Han Sen's head.
Bang!
Han Sen also punched out and collided with Liu Meng's fist. Silver lightning wrapped around his fist and collided with the flames, shooting out large swaths of lightning and sparks.
The two people took a step back at the same time, and the next second, they stopped at the same time. The muscles on their bodies bulged, and they exploded with terrifying power, and they punched each other again.
The fists were constantly clashing in the air like lightning and fire, equally incredibly fast. It was almost difficult to see the trajectory of their arms and fists. I saw thunder and lightning and flames exploding between the two.
No one took a step back.
Annie looked at the battle in the training ground with a solemn expression. It would be bad if Han Sen hurt Liu Meng, but it would also be bad for Han Sen to get hurt himself, which made her a little worried.
At this time, in a room in the manor, an elegant old man with ocean-like eyes and long blue hair was looking at the holographic image in front of him. The image clearly showed the duel between Han Sen and Liu Meng.
Next to the blue-haired old man, there was a black-haired elder sitting. The black-haired elder also watched the battle between the two with great interest.
If Han Sen still had memories, he would find that this black-haired elder was the one he vomited all over at the bathroom door.
"Old friend, who do you think will win the final victory in this duel?" The blue-haired old man looked at the battle video and asked Zhuo Donglai beside him.
"Your grandson is even more talented than you were back then, and he has been taught by so many famous demigods. He is naturally the first-class expert at this age. But if I had to choose, I would choose Han Sen.
Win." Zhuo Donglai said easily.
The blue-haired old man flashed an imperceptible light, but still said with a smile: "Why is this? Do you think Han Sen has received better education and training than my grandson? Or is it because he is Luo
Descendants of Mr. Luo? As far as I know, although Han Sen is a descendant of Mr. Luo, he has not practiced with Mr. Luo for even one day, nor has he practiced the "Fei Tian Jing"."
Zhuo Donglai knew the temper of the blue-haired old man. Although Greenland looked like an elegant old gentleman, Zhuo Donglai, who had known him for many years, knew clearly that Greenland was more competitive and stubborn than anyone else.
Although Green rarely fights with others, it does not mean that he is not good at fighting. It is just that Gessen is arrogant and stubborn in believing that the blood of the Lant family is noble, and ordinary people have no qualifications for the Lant family to fight with them.
If the person Liu Meng invited to fight was not Han Sen, who has the blood of the Luo family, but someone else, Green would definitely stop the duel directly, because in Green's view, it was a very prestigious thing.
Zhuo Donglai smiled and said: "The reason why I say Han Sen will win is not because his surname is Luo. It has nothing to do with his having the blood of the Luo family and the "Fei Tian Jing". I just simply think that Han Sen is the best among his generation."
Excellent.”
"Is he better than my grandson?" Green turned his head and looked at Zhuo Donglai and asked seriously.
In front of his old friend Zhuo Donglai, Green did not deliberately hide it. He was very unhappy with Zhuo Donglai's statement, and especially emphasized the words "my grandson".
Zhuo Donglai suddenly laughed: "Yes, old friend, he is even better than your grandson."
An old friend for many years, Zhuo Donglai had no scruples about speaking in front of Green, not to mention that Zhuo Donglai had his own little plans in mind.
He was planning to accept Han Sen as his student, so naturally he would not admit that his student was worse than Green's grandson. The two of them had been fighting since they were young, so naturally they would not show weakness in such a matter.
Green was slightly angry, but he still maintained his elegance: "Well, since you think so, how about we make a bet?"
"How to bet?" Zhuo Donglai narrowed his eyes.
"If Han Sen loses, please agree to my previous request, accept Liu Meng as a disciple, and teach him the "Purple Mansion Immortal Sutra"." Green looked at Zhuo Donglai with bright eyes and said.
Zhuo Donglai suddenly frowned: "Old friend, I remember I told you, it's not that I refused to accept him, it's that Liu Meng's physique is not suitable for practicing the "Purple Mansion Immortal Sutra"."
"How do you know it's not suitable if you haven't tried it? Liu Meng is the most outstanding genius in our Lant family. I think he is okay." Grant paused and then said: "Since you have so much confidence in Han Sen, do you think he is suitable?"
He will definitely win, so what does it matter if you promise me? Or, in fact, you are not that optimistic about Han Sen, and you just want to fight with me, so you say that he will win?"
Just as Zhuo Donglai understood Green, Green also understood Zhuo Donglai. These words may be of little use to others, but with Zhuo Donglai's temper, Green did not believe that he would show weakness in front of him.
"Of course Han Sen will win." As Green expected, Zhuo Donglai refused to show weakness.
"In that case, what do you have to worry about? Let's just settle it." Green said with a smile.
"Wait a minute, don't just decide like this. If Han Sen loses, I can accept Liu Meng as a disciple to teach him the "Purple Mansion Immortal Sutra", but what if Liu Meng loses? Old friend, what are you going to pay for?
?" Zhuo Donglai narrowed his eyes and looked at Green and said.
"You can choose my ones at will. Haven't you already coveted them for a long time?" Green said with a smile.
Zhuo Donglai waved his hand and said: "Although those are good, they cannot be compared with the value of my "Purple Mansion Immortal Sutra"."
"Then what do you want?" Green asked, looking at Zhuo Donglai.
"Angel's Wheel." Zhuo Donglai slowly spit out four words.
Green's expression suddenly changed, and he stared at Zhuo Donglai without saying a word for a long time.