At a certain military camp of the North City Defense Army, a group of Northland powerful men and generals' disciples came over early and took a seat to watch the upcoming grandmaster competition.
This competition is not open to ordinary people. Every powerful family in Beidicheng has a certain number of personnel. If it exceeds, they will not be able to enter.
This time, the most powerful man in the North, Chen Longcheng, the Duke of Zhenbei, was personally in charge. The contestant was his third son, Chen Ying, the lord of Feihujing. No one dared to touch this man's troubles at this time.
When Chen Ying arrived here, there were hundreds of people sitting scattered around the school grounds, all sitting far away, obviously very afraid of the aftermath of the competition between master-level experts.
Tsk!
The powerful perception easily captures the special existence hidden in the audience.
The aura came from the same lineage as the powerful men from the Lotus Sect and Shangqing Palace that he had come into contact with, but the threat to him was much stronger.
Sure enough, these two top martial arts sects in the empire have backup plans!
But, the number of their top experts is a bit exaggerated, right?
Chen Ying didn't look around, just sat down and chuckled: "Interesting, very interesting!"
"Third brother, what did you say?"
Chen Xiong followed him shamelessly. At this time, he also found a chair and sat nearby. Hearing Chen Ying's words, he asked curiously.
"You'll find out later!"
Opening his mouth with a smile, Chen Ying summoned Xiong Dazhuang and warned, "Dazhuang, are you sure you can kill all four old guys in one go?"
Xiong Dazhuang's eyes shone and he said excitedly: "If they don't hide their strength, I have confidence!"
"Then the outpost will be left to you!"
Chen Ying chuckled and said leisurely: "Let those old people see how powerful the giant bears in the snow mountains are!"
Xiong Dazhuang walked directly into the competition venue with a high-spirited and evil face, which immediately attracted exclamations from the audience.
They didn't expect that Chen Ying's attitude would be so positive and he would send out men so quickly. They didn't know if he was really confident or just stupid and bold?
"Third brother knows how to fool people!"
Here, Chen Xiong was very dissatisfied with Chen Ying's perfunctory behavior just now. He pulled up a chair and leaned over and whispered: "What is going on?"
Also, he seemed to have heard the term ‘outpost’ just now. Could it be that...
At this time, Dongfang Sheng, the master of the Demon Sect who was sitting nearby, and Ling Feng, who came to support in time, also cast curious eyes.
"The Lotus Sect and Shangqing Palace have more than four masters coming!"
Chen Ying did not continue to hide it. She said something lightly, but the expressions of several people immediately changed.
"No need to worry!"
Seeing this, he said with a smile: "If you look at Da Zhuang's performance first, you will know how good our chances of winning are this time!"
After finishing speaking, he leaned back on the chair and said no more...
Dongfang Sheng and Ling Feng were in a state of turmoil, but their faces remained calm. After hearing this, they silently stared at the tall figure in the field, but the true energy in their bodies was involuntarily running rapidly, maintaining the peak state at all times.
Only Chen Xiong was angry and opened his mouth to curse, but he just looked around and gave up. Obviously, this situation was not a place for him to act wildly.
Suddenly, the audience outside the venue made a loud noise...
Several people looked over and saw a kind-hearted old monk slowly stepping into the competition venue.
It seems to be a slow movement, but each step is like shrinking into an inch, and the distance is ten feet in an instant.
Such a method immediately caused the audience to exclaim...
"Hmph, you dare to show off your trivial skills!"
Dongfang Sheng, who was sitting aside, couldn't help but sneer.
"Amitabha, donor please!"
The old monk stood three feet away from Xiong Dazhuang and stopped. His monk's robes were flapping and making a hunting sound. His old eyes were gleaming and extremely sharp. His body, which was neither tall nor strong, exuded terrifying power.
"Old monk, you should make the first move, old bear, I won't take advantage of you!"
Faced with the intimidation of the aura created by the old monk, Xiong Dazhuang was completely unaware and spoke directly with the sound of a thunderous sound that shook his mind like thunder.
"Amitabha, I'm not welcome!"
The old monk's eyes were slightly stern, and he leapt three feet away in an instant with his body stretched out, and a pair of skinny palms suddenly shot out.
Two ordinary palms lightly patted Xiong Dazhuang's waist and eyes.
Xiong Dazhuang's big cattail leaf fan stopped him halfway, and with a muffled bang, he was sent flying backwards several feet.
The visual impact was somewhat astonishing, causing the audience to exclaim in surprise.
The old monk who went into battle was thin and almost four heads shorter than Xiong Dazhuang. However, he knocked Xiong Dazhuang away with one blow.
Xiong Dazhuang's feet landed firmly on the ground, and the feeling was different. Just now, his mind was wandering, as if he was hit by two Vajra palms.
"Okay, the old monk's palm skills are very powerful, let's try taking a palm from the old bear!"
With a roar of thunder, the bear's tall and strong body shot out with electricity, and a big palm like a mountain covered the sky, slapping towards the old monk with an unparalleled power of suppression.
The old monk's face changed slightly, and he felt the terrifying power of Mount Tai. He stood up from the ground with a thin figure, shot out a series of palms with a little crystal light, and screamed: "Serial Vajra Palm!"
Dangdangdang...
What shocked the audience was that the sharp and domineering Vajra Palm of the old monk repeatedly slapped the giant cattail leaf palm that fell from the sky, and it actually made an extremely harsh sound of gold and iron.
What surprised the audience even more was that no matter how hard the old monk tried with his pair of Vajra Palms, the big cattail leaf fan palm that fell from the sky did not deflect at all, or even if it was blocked and castrated, it still slapped down slowly and swiftly with the force of Mount Tai.
Boom!
The ground trembled slightly, mud and dust flew up, and a large crater with a diameter of one meter was found on the compacted ground in the competition venue.
The figure of the old monk was like flying catkins, suddenly drifting out of the attack range of the palm of the cattail leaf at the critical moment. The monk's robes suddenly fluttered, and his body flew back along a weird trajectory, and his long legs suddenly turned into shadows all over the sky.
Swept in with a fierce burst of energy.
"Well done!"
The bear shouted loudly, his tall and majestic body suddenly shot up, and one of his thick legs was suddenly chopped down like a giant axe.
A loud bang shook the eardrums, and the shadow of the old monk's rolled-up legs dissipated in an instant, leaving only a two-meter-long ditch on the messy ground. The old monk's figure flew up in a somewhat embarrassed state.
Next, the old monk no longer tried to test his strength, and all kinds of powerful but extremely beautiful Lotus Sect true martial arts blossomed in full bloom, surrounding Xiong Dazhuang like butterflies piercing flowers and bombarding him crazily.
The audience opened their eyes wide and could only see a gray figure like a ghost, surrounding the bear's tall, strong body and continuously bombarding it.
Every blow was silent when it was launched, but when it hit Xiong Dazhuang's powerful body-protecting energy, it erupted with a roaring sound, and even a fool could see how powerful it was.
The audience was dazzled and praised continuously. They thought that he was indeed a master of the Lotus Sect, and his sharp methods were unforgettable.
But the real master couldn't help but sigh, the old monk of the Lotus Sect was going to lose!
Xiong Dazhuang stood with his feet firmly planted on his heels, waving his big palms back and forth with a few ordinary moves, but he managed to remain standing despite the old monk's dazzling attack.
Even the old monk's powerful attack seemed to show no sign of breaking through the strong shield on Xiong Dazhuang's body.
Strong, Xiong Dazhuang’s strength is unexpectedly tyrannical!
Judging from his calm and calm appearance, not only did he not suffer any loss in martial arts moves, but even the grand master's signature aura and pressure did not have much impact on his mind.
that's the truth……
Although Xiong Dazhuang seemed to be surrounded by old monks and beaten, in fact he was as calm as a mountain.
The old monk posed little threat to him, and as for the awe-inspiring power exuded by his moves, it was like a majestic wind blowing across his face and was not worth mentioning.
On the contrary, his pair of big cattail palms, although he only had a few moves back and forth, were completely natural and powerful. The force shook, thunder, exploded, and shook. The key was the accompanying barbaric power, which caused great damage to the old monk.
Psychological stress.
Xiong Dazhuang imitates the mutated black bear to the extent that he possesses both form and spirit.
The power exuded by the mutated black bear is obviously in a more advanced life form.
Ordinary beasts, in the face of the power of the mutant black bear, tremble and have no courage to resist. This shows how powerful the power of the mutant black bear is.
Xiong Dazhuang imitates the shape and spirit of a mutated black bear, and naturally condenses his power into a ferocious and domineering offensive, always putting great psychological pressure on the old monk.
Under normal circumstances, when ordinary people or even warriors encounter a fierce tiger in the mountains, they simply cannot withstand the power of its roar. Their hands and feet will become weak, their hearts will become frightened, and their entire bodies will become stiff and lose their ability to resist.
The roar of the mutated black bear is much more powerful than that of ordinary forest tigers. Xiong Dazhuang imitated the mutated black bear and roared continuously, creating a huge threat to the old monk wandering around.
With every roar, if you observe carefully, you can see that the old monk's body suddenly froze, and then moved quickly with flexible and fast movements, preventing Xiong Dazhuang from seizing the opportunity to deliver a domineering blow.
But after enduring almost ten domineering bear roars in a row, the old monk's speed had slowed down, and his face was golden and purple, and traces of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. He had obviously suffered internal injuries during the competition.
Seeing this, the top experts in the audience felt awe-inspiring. They didn't expect that the famous master of the Lotus Sect could only fight Xiong Dazhuang for ten moves, and he was about to lose.
As soon as this thought came into my mind, the situation in the competition venue suddenly changed...
Roar!
Apparently aware of the old monk's anomaly, Xiong Dazhuang, who was extremely experienced in combat, suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar.
Just like the roar of a tiger and a bear in a mountain forest, the ripples in the air within a radius of five feet are rippling and can even be seen with the naked eye.
The old monk's body that was moving at high speed suddenly slowed down. His face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Before he could react in time, a large cattail leaf fan fell from the sky like the sky was collapsing, carrying an irresistible strong wind.
, stopped not far from the old monk’s bald head, and the old monk’s whole head was in shadow...