The powerful punch caused the astonishment of countless onlookers.
This is a figure wearing a disguise mask, and his fist seems to be a roaring tiger... The space is completely shattered...
In full view of everyone, this punch struck Scarface's chest hard, and a dull loud sound rippled far away, even the dust on the ground made ripples.
"idiot!"
Feng Haoyan sneered.
Do you think the Laughing Man is a wooden stake?
The reason why Master strictly forbids him from challenging Scar Man is because of his terrifying counterattack power... If he is not careful, the latter's counterattack will directly kill people.
"Oops!"
Huang Lingling subconsciously exclaimed.
She had directly challenged Scar Man, and of course she knew how terrifying the backlash was... She was a little worried at the moment.
"You only have six spiritual veins, and you dare to wear a mask to impress the public. You deserve to die."
Feng Haoyan spoke disdainfully.
…
puff!
Sure enough, in the next second, a figure was knocked high into the air, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the air was filled with the salty smell of blood.
Scar Man's face was expressionless and motionless.
Six meridians?
He was so vulnerable that he didn't deserve to speak.
…
puff!
"It's really strong."
The masked man is none other than Zhao Chu.
He went out for a stroll in the middle of the night and noticed something bustling. He poked his head in and discovered that it was Huang Lingling... This scarred guy seemed to have been seen in the downtown area before.
Huang Lingling's evaluation was even higher than Jiumai Feng Haoyan's, and Zhao Chu was a little bit nervous at the moment.
Speaking of which, his breakthrough speed is too fast, everything is just on paper, and his actual combat experience is almost zero.
puff!
Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and Zhao Chu's meridians seemed to be torn apart, and he was almost suffocated in pain.
Fortunately, during this period, he endured the extreme pain of the Mirror Soul Washing Pool, otherwise he would have been knocked unconscious by this blow.
"ah!"
At this time, Zhao Chu was curious about Scar Man's identity and couldn't help but use the demon mirror to check it out.
Who knew, a burning pain hit his mind, a desperate suffocation feeling, and his detection... failed.
This is the first failure.
"This scar guy is very strong... so strong that it makes people despair..."
Zhao Chu covered his left eye, which was almost burned out, and his heart was beating wildly.
The demon mirror is used to spy on others, and they are also divided into strong and weak levels.
If it is Huang Lingling and Feng Haoyan's level, with Zhao Chu's current cultivation level, the pain is completely bearable... But if it is Ze Yanhua's and Huang Gongchuan's level, it will be extremely painful. This kind of experience is more uncomfortable than death...
Of course, Ji Dongyuan's level is completely stress-free.
The more powerful the information obtained, the more severe the price paid.
…
"It's just a joke. It comes out in the middle of the night to scare people."
"That's right, the little six meridians have awakened. Go home quickly and wash yourself and sleep...Imitate others who wear masks and pretend to be mysterious...but you end up being an idiot."
"Hurry up and go to the medical center for treatment...don't be shocked to death because of the limelight."
A series of ridicules and curses came out, and Zhao Chu collapsed on the ground, covering his left eye and motionless.
…
"It can't really be anything. He's not very old. Could it be that he is also a student of Xiangfeng Martial Academy."
Huang Lingling observed carefully, and she found that the masked man's exposed wrist skin was obviously that of a teenager.
…
"Huh?"
"how so!"
Just when Zhao Chu was disheartened and was about to return to Wu Mansion for unshakable training, the countless shattered meridians in his body were filled with seemingly non-existent spiritual power fluctuations.
These fluctuations are running rampant, impacting the seventh channel without restraint.
"I understand...I understand...haha..."
Half a minute later, Zhao Chu felt the crumbling seventh channel barrier and suddenly laughed out loud.
If the human body is compared to a wet towel, then the spiritual liquid is the water in the towel. In daily practice, he is squeezing the towel to make it dry... With Zhao Chu's current ability, it seems that the water in the towel has been squeezed dry.
, if you want to make further progress, you can only continue to inject spiritual liquid and squeeze it over and over again in order to increase your strength... but this will waste a lot of time.
But after experiencing Scar's terrifying counterattack, the fibers of the towel were destroyed, and the deep spiritual liquid that could not be squeezed out by himself reappeared.
Break and then stand.
Blood water... is also water... can also achieve the purpose of cultivation.
"So it's like this... If you want to make endless rapid progress, you can only increase the dose... Haha... I have found my way!"
Zhao Chu hid the Qiankun Ring on his body and did not expose it on his fingers... He quietly checked his spiritual power, and a bottle of spiritual liquid that was concentrated seven times appeared in the palm of his hand.
Gudong, Gudong, Gudong!
Drink it all in one gulp.
…
"Heaven doesn't help me...I have searched the entire Qinggu Kingdom, but there is no awakening genius who can take me back...can break my shackles..."
"The strongest genius of this generation, King Jun Chen of Motong City, can only push me back half a step... Although he is the leader of the same generation, it is not enough... This young man, after awakening the six meridians and enduring my counterattack,
It's actually a good idea to be able to remain unconscious... Maybe I'm too anxious."
"It's sad, it's deplorable... It seems we can only go into seclusion and break through the golden elixir first... Nascent Soul monster, it's too far away."
Scar Man shook his head in despair:
"In the entire Qinggu Dynasty, there is not a single real evildoer found in hundreds of cities... This preview battle for the geniuses is ordinary..."
A loud sigh fell, and Feng Haoyan, Huang Lingling and others turned pale.
He is not despising any genius, he is despising an era... The so-called geniuses of this generation are all... rubbish.
But this person's background makes him qualified to say this.
…
boom!
Just when Lu Xiu Ming flicked his sleeves and was about to leave, his brows and feet jumped for no reason.
At this moment, everyone noticed something strange.
The seriously injured man in the Six-Pulse Mask stood up quietly and stubbornly.
He curled up his back, and his six spiritual veins grew wildly like weeds, seeming to be overdrafting all his strength... Unknowingly, the spiritual power suspended in the air had formed a vortex, which was swallowed, absorbed, refined... and burned by him.
"I need to break, reorganize, and tear apart... My strength is not enough... So, Senior Hong Duanya... let's fight side by side..."
Under the mask, Zhao Chu's left eye was a deep red color, and endless magma seemed to be rolling inside the eye socket.
Severe pain?
This is the sword in the hands of the strong, and this is the stepping stone under the feet of the strong.
The wind was crushed and exploded.
A black shadow, like a furious brown bear, violently tore through the space... The six veins converged on the arm, like dense chains, and continued to rotate and compress... and finally converged into a terrifying king's fist.
Boom!
The deafening sound waves kept blasting away... endlessly.
Lu Xiu Mingben looked indifferent and pressed his chest hard.
But the next second, his eyebrows twitched slightly.
Endless, endless!
Bearing the terrifying force of the counter-shock, the fist that should have been knocked away is still gathering strength... despite the severe pain, continue... Boom!
Boom boom boom boom boom!
At this moment, Zhao Chu was like an electric drill, with waves of power superimposing each other, constantly advancing... He used the edge of his fist as a spear, burning the drill bit hysterically... One centimeter, two centimeters, three centimeters...
boom!
Stream after stream of terrifying blood mist kept spraying out from the pores of Zhao Chu's body.
In his mind, on the other side of the mirror image of Sumeru Soul... Hong Duanya looked indifferent and raised his murderous thoughts to the peak... This aura of endless courage instantly filled Zhao Chu's pupils.
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
Finally, Zhao Chu's six spiritual veins were extinguished. He gritted his teeth and burned his last breath of spiritual power hysterically... exhausted... and was knocked away again.
Bang!
Like a torn bag, Zhao Chu sat limply in the corner, like a bloody man.
…
hiss!
At this moment, everyone was stunned and gasped.
The six meridians...the strength is average.
But this ferocious aura, like a ferocious beast, really shocked everyone.
"Look...Scar's feet."
Finally, people came to their senses... and with the next breath, everyone was shocked.
Half step.
Under the relentless bombardment, Scar's two feet, which seemed to have taken root on the ground, were suddenly knocked back half a step... The floor was rubbed into deep ravines along the way, which was shocking.
"Is he really just six meridians?"
Huang Lingling and Feng Haoyan were the most shocked.
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