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The first thousand seven hundred and fifty-six chapters burst of inspiration

If Leng Wenbin had the strength of a golden elixir monk, they would still be defeated even if they were on stage.

Disciples from Kuangsha and Canghai sects were also talking about it.

Leng Wenbin's punch, which was like a stroke of genius, shocked them greatly.

Yu Houshui said nothing, and quietly looked at each other with Lei Tieyin and Wan Hongfei.

Not to mention the Golden Elixir disciples, even they did not expect that Leng Wenbin would use the Lieyang Fist to disguise the Vajra Fist and then swing it just right.

The Vajra Fist is a very popular technique, and the Fierce Sun Fist is not a powerful magical power. Both are very common.

Although it is interesting to use the Lieyang Fist to disguise itself as the Vajra Fist, it is just a trick and cannot catch their eyes.

But the timing of the Fiery Sun Fist disguised as the Vajra Fist was very clever.

No matter if it was earlier or later, such a dramatic result would not be achieved.

"come here!"

Seeing Leng Wenbin walking down the ring, He Guangming and the others immediately waved him over.

Leng Wenbin hurriedly walked over: "Disciple, see the leader..." He Guangming interrupted him: "No need to salute, just tell me how you threw that punch?"

Miao Shan and Zhan Qiuyun stared at Leng Wenbin closely.

Although Leng Wenbin is only a disciple of Foundation Establishment, as the first person in the early stage of Foundation Establishment, they naturally recognize him and have always valued him.

But my family knows their own affairs.

Leng Wenbin is only outstanding compared to other foundation-building disciples of the Dengli Sect, but is not as good as the disciples of Kuangsha and Canghai, let alone Fu Juncai of the Lingxiao Sect.

Moreover, during his daily practice, Leng Wenbin has never seen any dazzling tricks or "magic strokes."

Why did the competition just break out suddenly?

He Guangming didn't use his spiritual consciousness to ask questions. Although his voice was not loud, everyone else could hear him clearly. After hearing the words, he immediately became quiet and turned to look at Leng Wenbin.

In front of everyone, Leng Wenbin was also a little nervous and said: "Back to the master, the disciples didn't know. I felt that I should send out this punch at that time, so I sent it out. I didn't expect that Brother Fu would actually be hit.

I was knocked out of the field."

With that said, Leng Wenbin turned to Fu Juncai, cupped his fists and said, "Brother Fu, I'm sorry."

Fu Juncai smiled awkwardly and said politely: "It's okay. Brother Leng is very smart and won cleanly. It's my skill that's inferior to others, so I'm willing to lose."

Although he was humiliated by being defeated instantly and was unwilling to accept it, a defeat was a defeat. Being angry and angry would only make himself more embarrassed and ugly.

When everyone heard this, they were not surprised, but they all nodded.

The timing of Leng Wenbin's punch was so wonderful that it even went beyond the expectations of Hou Shui and other Yuanying monks. It could not have been intentional.

Because Leng Wenbin is only a monk in the early stage of foundation building, even a super genius does not have such consciousness and realm.

I can only rely on feeling, but somehow, it achieves the wonderful effect perfectly.

He Guangming asked again: "Then you used the Lieyang Fist to disguise the Vajra Fist to deceive the opponent, and you just relied on your feelings?"

Leng Wenbin said: "Yes, the disciple didn't even think about it, he just did it naturally."

He Guangming nodded, did not ask any more questions, and said, "Go and rest and prepare to fight again."

Leng Wenbin responded, saluted and left.

"I thought that Wen Bin was so great because of his hard work and sudden rise. I didn't expect that it was just a burst of inspiration and super performance."

Zhan Qiuyun originally looked quite excited, but now his mood was waning, and he sighed and said.

Miao Shan smiled and said: "No matter what, we won a game, isn't this result very good?

We know how Wen Bin is doing, you can't think that he will suddenly transform into a super genius with just one punch, right?"

He Guangming also smiled and said: "That's right, as long as you win, it's fine. I thought I would definitely lose, but now it seems that at least I won't become nothing, haha."

Zhan Qiuyun said angrily: "You two are in a good mood, but this is just a game, what should we do next?

Do we expect Wen Bin to perform at a super level in every game?"

He Guangming and Miao Shan's smiles faded and they stopped talking.

"I was shocked. I really thought that a super genius would emerge from the Dengli sect without saying a word. It turned out to be just a coincidence."

"Let me just say, that Leng Wenbin is not as good-looking as Fu Juncai in appearance, and his momentum and vigor are not as good as Fu Juncai's. Why can he deliver such a magical punch? It turns out to be luck.

Fu Juncai was also unlucky, not losing to Leng Wenbin, but losing to luck."

"Luck is also a type of strength. No matter what, in this crucial competition, wouldn't it be nice to suddenly burst out with inspiration, launch an attack like a stroke of genius, and win?"

"Oh, what's so good about it?

If he only relies on luck, then I can only say that it will be over after this competition. Can he rely on luck in the end?"

"That's right, it's not just one competition.

The probability of a sudden burst of inspiration is one in tens or even hundreds of thousands, so don’t even dream about it.”

"I bet that Leng Wenbin will lose miserably if he meets a disciple of the Kuangsha Sect or the Canghai Sect."

"I also feel the same way. If your strength is not matched, you will definitely die miserably."

"Damn it, this Leng Wenbin was supposed to be at the bottom, but he didn't expect to win a match due to luck. It will probably be more difficult and strenuous for us three strong men to fight."

"It doesn't matter. This is the competition in the early stage of foundation building. There are also the middle and late stages of foundation building. After that, there will be competitions after the golden elixir junior high school. Why are you in a hurry? You can kill them slowly."

...When the disciples of the three sects heard this, they started talking about it.

Leng Wenbin seemed to be meditating with his eyes closed, but in fact he heard clearly. He couldn't help but feel angry. He wanted to draw his sword and asked everyone, "lucky or not, did I defeat Fu Juncai?"

But then I thought about it, he did not defeat Fu Juncai with his true strength. It was reasonable for everyone to be dissatisfied. What was the use of asking?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel depressed.

Immediately, Leng Wenbin recalled the mysterious feeling he suddenly had when he rushed towards Fu Juncai at the beginning of the competition.

Looking back now, the mysterious feeling is really endless.

Under that feeling, he seemed to be unstoppable, and it was with the blessing of the mysterious feeling that he performed the magical "Pseudo Diamond Fist".

Unfortunately, after kicking Fu Juncai off the ring, the mysterious feeling disappeared silently.

"It would be great if the mysterious feeling could explode again in the next competition..." Leng Wenbin thought to himself and sighed.

He also thought that the mysterious feeling was the result of his sudden burst of inspiration. This burst had no rules and no reasons. It came and went without a trace and could only depend on luck.

The outcome is probably unlikely to happen again.

After a short rest, Leng Wenbin and the other four recovered their mana, and decided to draw lots using rock, paper, scissors again.

This time Fu Juncai from the Lingxiao faction won.

He shook the bucket a few times and poured out a bamboo stick.


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