"Qinglongtang Jiabu, I think it's nothing more than that."
Feng Zhou's tone was calm.
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
However, everyone present in the Sun Moon God Sect remained silent, but looked at Feng Zhou as if they were seeing a dead person.
Although he obviously has poor martial arts skills, he still pretends to be a master, and dares to be so arrogant when death is imminent. This is the real arrogance.
Unexpectedly, the younger brother of Huashan Junzijian is actually a tough-tempered guy.
Sure enough, Jia Bu's face changed slightly, and he frowned and said, "You are looking for death!"
He stood tall and proud, like a mountain peak for an instant, with an incomparable majesty. At some point, the pair of judge pens reappeared in his hands, as if surrounded by clouds, and his bearing was extraordinary.
He waved his hand and struck, and the judge's pen in his hand was like flying clouds and flowing water, like a rainbow penetrating the sun.
Just now, everyone saw with their own eyes that he easily defeated Cong Buqi without any effort, let alone Feng Zhou, who is only in his early thirties now? I am afraid that Feng Zhou can be disemboweled with just one blow.
"Jia Tang was so angry that he didn't care about the calm situation in the world."
"Originally, it was the Huashan faction who provoked first, and it was natural for Hall Master Jia to fight back."
"Yes, just now these two people from the Caishan sect showed off their power and were so crazy that they couldn't live a good life as soon as Hall Master Jia came out!"
All the disciples were happy and excited, and all of them were in high spirits.
A trace of joy flashed in Wang Cheng's eyes.
Over the past year, the Huashan sect has repeatedly provoked, so much so that even he, Wang Cheng, misjudged the situation. Now that Hall Master Jia is so powerful, it is time for the Huashan sect to pay the price.
The majesty of the divine religion must be washed away with blood.
Seeing that Feng Zhou's expression was as usual, he took a step forward, raised his right hand, gently clenched his fist, and then punched out fiercely.
This punch seemed light and weak, just like a desperate counterattack by a disciple of the Huashan Sect.
But the moment the two judge pens came into contact with his fist at a strange angle, there was a sudden "bang" sound, and the straight judge pens suddenly bent at right angles. Jia Bu felt his hands shake, and the tiger's mouth cracked.
Can't hold two pens.
The two judge pens broke away from their control and jumped up suddenly, like a waterfall flowing backwards and the waves reversed, crashing towards Jiabu.
"How can it be?"
Jia Bu exclaimed, unable to remain calm and composed anymore. His figure was like lightning, he retreated sharply and slapped his hands several times before knocking away the two judge pens.
But before he could relax, a fist hit him.
"No! This fist is too strong!"
Jia Bu was also a master. He reacted quickly and filled up his body-protecting energy while retreating sharply backwards again.
He retreated faster than he rushed forward. But no matter how fast he retreated, it was still not as fast as that fist.
"boom!"
Under everyone's incredulous gaze, Feng Zhou punched Jia Bu hard on the body. Jia Bu was like a broken sandbag on the spot, and he flew out sideways, crashed through the wall, and fell into the hall.
There was dead silence all over the place, and everyone stood there dumbfounded and at a loss.
Wang Cheng even stared out of his eyes, unable to believe what was happening in front of him.
Sun Qingyang on the side was stunned. The Thunder Shock Block he was holding in his hand fell to the ground with a "clack", but he didn't notice it at all.
Cong Buqi was even more shocked, looking at Feng Zhou like a god or demon.
He knew that Feng Zhou's internal strength was extremely profound, and he also knew that his understanding of swordsmanship was unfathomable, but he never expected that Feng Zhou's martial arts skills were so high.
The demon sect Jiabu was so powerful in martial arts, yet he was so embarrassed when he punched him!
Then Feng Zhou's martial arts was far more powerful than he imagined.
Smoke and dust rose from the walls, and in the hall, the master fell to the ground and stood up angrily.
In the disbelief of everyone's eyes, Feng Zhou stood tall and looked at Jia Bu with an expression like looking at an ant: "Anyone who can survive the power of my three successes and still survive is considered a person."
No one expected that Jia Bu, the majestic leader of the Qinglong Hall of the Sun and Moon God Sect, would be punched away.
Moreover, the person who punched was not the abbot of Shaolin, nor the master of Wudang, nor any famous hero.
He is just the younger brother of Huashan Junzijian, the little-known Huashan sect disciple Yue Buming.
An ordinary disciple of the Huashan Sect, who at most serves as the elder of the Huashan Sect by virtue of his status. I have never heard of a guy with any amazing achievements, actually has such magical powers?
Wang Cheng, the leader of the Shaanxi Branch Flag of the Divine Sect, couldn't help but make two "pop" sounds and took a few steps back with a look of disbelief on his face.
Only now did he realize that during the year he had been in charge of the Shaanxi branch, he had already been under the power of this man. If the other party really wanted to kill him, it was only within the palm of his hand, but the other party disdained it.
He joined the Sun Moon Sect as a young boy and achieved great success at the age of twenty-seven. By the time he was forty this year, he was already qualified to be promoted to the position of chief helmsman and elder. He thought he was already a great person. Only Yue Buqun in the entire Shaanxi Province was worthy of his high regard.
But he didn't expect that just one elder from the Huashan sect could punch away Jia Bu, a master of the divine religion who was far superior to him in martial arts. Wang Cheng's skills were simply not worth mentioning.
"Yue Buming!"
Jia Bu stood up and tore off his tattered outer robe, revealing the soft armor underneath. His eyes were cold, and his heart was filled with shock and anger.
When his martial arts and status reach his level, it is no longer something that ordinary masters can face.
If he loses to famous experts such as Fang Zheng and Chongxu, then that's it. Even if he loses to Yue Buqun, he still has something to say.
But to be beaten away by an unknown person is simply a lifelong shame for him.
Although he underestimated the enemy because of his protective soft armor, it still made him extremely angry and wanted to tear Feng Zhou into pieces.
"You seem to be still not convinced, then I will beat you until you are convinced." Feng Zhou smiled, but his eyes were full of contempt.
"You're looking for death!" Jia Bu roared, leaped up, flew across the hall in an instant, waved his fists, and attacked Feng Zhou with his energy like a rainbow.
He was wearing soft armor and was not afraid of being hit, so this punch condensed the whole body's true energy. The energy really penetrated the rainbow, like thunder and lightning, and attacked Feng Zhou with unrivaled momentum.
"boom!"
The two fought for the second time, and their fists separated as soon as they touched. Jiabu felt a mountain of force suddenly hit him, unable to control his body at all, and flew away again.
"What a powerful force!" Jia Bu's heart was filled with chills, and his hands were trembling slightly, as he was shocked by the opponent's huge power.
"It is said that Zixia ranks first among the Nine Arts of Huashan. There is no purple color on his face, so why is he so irresistibly powerful?" Jia Bu just felt incredible.
Among the masters of hard kung fu he knew, the most famous one was Jiang Bin, the former commander of the Jinyi Guards and commander of the border army. It was rumored that this man could kill a bear and a tiger with one punch. In the battle of Yingzhou, he killed thousands of enemy troops and captured Tatars alive.
The little prince Tartar can be said to be majestic and majestic, relying on his magical powers of hard work and hard work.
Compared with him, the masters of hard skills of the Sun and Moon God Sect can only be compared to the light of a candle compared to the sun.
But at this moment, he could no longer think too much, because the opponent's punch knocked him away, causing his body to be knocked away again and hit a big tree hard.
"boom!"
The big tree shook violently, and leaves covered the sky, falling like heavy rain.
And Jiabu's internal organs were burning, and he couldn't help but let out a "wow" and spit out blood.
The soft body-protecting armor passed down from his family could not resolve his huge power!
"What kind of martial arts is this!"
Jia Bu was horrified and his face was ashen.
He originally thought that his previous defeat with one punch was due to underestimating the enemy, but this head-on confrontation shattered all his confidence.
I saw that the soft protective armor in front of Jia Bu had been shattered, with countless cracks appearing, and even blood droplets faintly seeping out of his skin. The power of Feng Zhou's punch actually shattered his soft protective armor.
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Feng Zhou took a step back, glanced at the soft armor on Jia Bu's body, and sighed: "I thought I could punch you more, but I didn't expect your armor to be so tough!"
"What?"
Many people took a breath and were deeply shocked.
When Jia Bu heard this, he almost wanted to vomit blood.
The opponent beat him violently and even lifted his soft armor to no avail.
A feeling of extreme shame and anger came over me.
But he couldn't get in front of the opponent, and the opponent's punch shattered his soft body armor. Jia Bu was really helpless.
"Escape!" When he thought of this, he tried his best to hold on, fight and retreat, hoping to find an opportunity to escape.
But he only lasted less than a stick of incense.
"Finally caught you."
Amidst the dust and smoke, a plain voice came, and Feng Zhou's right hand suddenly reached out, changing in the air, reducing complexity into simplicity, and grabbed Jia Bu's thigh.