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Chapter 1249 No way

At that moment, he thrust the long sword into the ground suddenly, and when he raised his energy, his whole body suddenly turned into a strong wind and rushed straight towards the opponent.

The fist was immediately punched out with a wild energy.

"The wind is strong!"

In the sound of shouting, a fierce force burst out from Yang Huang's fist that could tear open monuments and crack stones. At the same time, several waves of wild energy emitted from Yang Huang's body like flying arrows and flying spears, and stabbed directly at Zhong Wujun.

"Huh?" Zhong Wujun couldn't help but raise his brows and praised: "You are young, and Yuan Jin can practice to this level. You can be regarded as the first person in the semi-immortal world."

Before he finished speaking, Zhong Wujun pushed outward with both palms, as if opening the door.

Then two strange forces flowed out from his palms. As soon as Yang Huang's wild energy touched them, they immediately deflected in all directions, bypassing both sides of Zhong Wujun's body and hitting the ground behind him.

"Bang bang! Bang bang!"

Yuan Jin hit the ground behind Zhong Wujun through the void, and several dust pillars arose, filling the air with smoke.

"It seems that there is still a lot to be desired. You have to use your special skills." Zhong Wujun said with an indifferent expression.

Yang Huang did not move, just stared at the other person: "If you want to know the details of my martial arts, just ask, why do you have to make such twists and turns?"

Zhong Wujun stared at Yang Huang for a moment, then said cheerfully: "I am indeed very curious, but will you answer truthfully?"

Yang Huang smiled: "Of course it depends on your ability."

"Boy, if someone talks to me like this, I will laugh at him for not knowing how to be generous, but you! Let me make an exception and let you be arrogant!"

After saying this, Zhong Wujun moved.

Yang Huang always felt that his Wind Control Thousand Miles Technique was very fast, but now, he couldn't see clearly how the opponent's figure moved.

When he came to his senses, Zhong Wujun was already in front of him and patted his shoulder with his hand.

This strike seemed random, but there were several waves of force with different paths and tricky angles that enveloped Yang Huang at the same time.

Yang Huang wanted to dodge, but he felt like he didn't know where to dodge, because from every angle, there was a force that checked his power and blocked his escape route.

This made Yang Huang feel helpless and helpless for the first time.

Zhong Wujun's "impossible magic skill" is really powerful. It can not only make the opponent unable to attack, but also make the opponent unable to defend. It is simply taking advantage of him.

However, Yang Huang also saw that his martial arts was not invincible. As long as the opponent's cultivation level was much higher than his, he could completely defeat his balancing power with force, thus "having a way" to break it.

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However, Yang Huang's cultivation level is obviously not as good as the opponent's. It is simply impossible to break through the opponent's power check.

"Bang!"

Yang Huang could only watch helplessly as the opponent slapped him hard on his right shoulder.

"asshole!"

Yang Huang cursed secretly, Yuan Jin raised it and gathered it on his shoulders.

"Bang!"

Yang Huang fell backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

Zhong Wujun's strike was not light, but Yang Huang's Pure Yang Body greatly tempered Yang Huang's Yuan Body. At the critical moment, he gathered all the hot Yang Qi in his body on his shoulders and took over.

He received Zhong Wujun's fierce attack.

Therefore, Yang Huang was not seriously injured, but he pretended to be seriously injured, with his right shoulder drooping and his expression very painful.

"Boy, that's right. There aren't many people who survived my blow."

Zhong Wujun sneered and strode towards Yang Huang.

"Old guy, I'll fight you!" Yang Huang gritted his teeth, jumped up suddenly, squeezed his fist with his left hand, and hit Zhong Wujun head-on.

Zhong Wujun sneered: "The mantis is blocking the car!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand again, and several strange powers flowed out at the same time.

Yang Huang's punch missed immediately, and he stumbled sideways, finally regaining his balance.

"Boy, it's over!"

Zhong Wujun sneered, suddenly dodged, and was in front of Yang Huang in an instant, hitting his left shoulder with a palm. It looked like he was going to cripple Yang Huang's shoulders and hands, and then easily take him down.

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"Bang!"

Just like last time, Yang Huang was unable to resist at all and was sent flying again. When he fell to the ground, his left shoulder also drooped.

"Now, can you tell me your name and sect?" Zhong Wujun smiled sinisterly and looked at Yang Huang coldly.

Yang Huang sat up with difficulty, looked at him, and said after a while: "Nobody, even if I tell you, you won't know."

Zhong Wujun frowned, stepped forward suddenly, grabbed Yang Huang's throat, and said coldly: "I'm not discussing with you, I want you to speak! Speak quickly."

"Okay, I come from Daozhong Sect..." Yang Huang paused and said coldly: "If you dare to hurt me again, I guarantee that my master will not spare you."

"Huh? Daozhongzong?" Zhong Wujun seemed to be surprised and stared at Yang Huang: "You, are you from Daozhongzong?"

"Huh? What do you think?" Yang Huang asked coldly.

Zhong Wujun couldn't answer. He just stared at Yang Huang for a moment, and then said: "Which master of Daozhongzong are you from?"

"You treat me like this, do you think I will tell you?" Yang Huang did not expect that Zhong Wujun would react like this when he mentioned the name of Dao Zhongzong. He was secretly happy, but his face became tense.

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Zhong Wujun couldn't help but loosen his grip, "We, Wutianhui, have always been loyal to Daozhong Sect. If you are from Daozhong Sect, you can enter the Wanshan ancestral land openly and honestly. How could you break into our sect without any reason?"

"Who said I was an intruder?" Yang Huang said coldly: "I came here on the orders of my master, but there are some unscrupulous people in your sect who took me as a coolie. Why don't I give it to you?"

If they take a look at it, won't they lose the name of our Daozhong Sect?"

"If that's the case, then we, Wutianhui, would be disrespectful."

Zhong Wujun thought for a moment, then suddenly put down his hand and said respectfully: "I wonder what I call my little brother?"

"I'm just a nobody in the Daozhong Sect, and you've beaten me to a disability. You still ask me my name. Don't you mean to embarrass my master?" Yang Huang looked filled with resentment.

Zhong Wujun was frightened and said: "How dare you, I just want to apologize to him in person when the time comes."

Yang Huang snorted: "You should first think about how to confess to me face to face."

"Just kneel down and call me grandpa three times!" Yang Huang said lazily.

"Hehe! Little bastard, I was just cooperating with you, but I didn't expect you to actually have a long face?" Zhong Wujun suddenly showed a cold smile, "I thought you would make up some more lies to deceive me."

Yang Huang smiled and said: "I know you have noticed that I am lying. Of course, there is no need to lie to you anymore. However, I don't understand how you realized that what I said was wrong?"


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