MTL - Dominating Sword Immortal-Chapter 34 Thousands of pounds

The thirty-fourth chapter

Zhang Haoran's breath was not deliberately hidden. All the inner disciples could feel the frustration of his body. Many people were surprised: "It is infuriating, he broke through to the real world."

"Another genius is born, with his talent, I am afraid that I will soon climb to our heads." Although Zhang Haoran was a rare genius, the inner disciples would not put him in the eye. After all, many geniuses Usually, cultivation is extremely fast. When it comes to breaking through the realm, it is not as good as some disciples with a slightly better qualification. Only a genius who reaches a certain height can make others really value it.

"Oh, it seems that we have to work harder, and it’s always worse than being overwhelmed. There’s still a bunch of people on it."

"That is, the core disciples don't think about it for a while. There are a few perverts in the inner disciples, and the human-level top-level exercises have been trained to the seventh highest peak of the highest realm, and let people not live."

"The higher the grade of the Gongfa, the harder it is to raise it, so even if I give me a low-level method, I can't get it."

When the disciples talked to each other, Wu Zongming came to power.

"Zhang Haoran, it is not only you who advance to the real world." Huh, a pure atmosphere spread from Wu Zongming, the dust on the stage swept.

Wu Zongming turned out to be a martial artist, and many people showed an interesting look.

Zhang Haoran sneered: "You are not my opponent when practicing the atmosphere, and now it is not my opponent."

Wu Zongming said: "I can't see the real tricks under the hands, Ye Chen, you go down first." In fact, he didn't have any bottoms on Zhang Haoran. The reason why he was strong was to let Ye Chen recover his inner gas.

Ye Chen smiled faintly and said to Zhang Haoran: "Do you want to punch me with me?"

"I know that your internal gas consumption is quite a lot. If you really fight, you will undoubtedly suffer. Now, as long as you can pick me up and lose three punches, you will win, how?" Zhang Haoran held his hand, a Tsing Yi windless automatic, hunting The sound is loud.

Wu Zongming quickly said: "Ye Chen, don't promise, you are a sword sword, but he is a powerful man." He immediately shouted to Zhang Haoran: "Zhang Haoran, a man can not be so shameless."

Zhang Haoran said faintly: "I have said that he should not use a sword?"

"Promise to you is that the contradiction between us should be solved." Ye Chen took a deep breath and slowly calmed the blood.

"That's okay!" Wu Zongming knew that there was nothing wrong with him, and he fell to the stage.

On the stage, looking at Zhang Haoran, who has a well-thought-out, Ye Chen thinks about what happened in the welcome hall a month ago. One of the four core disciples of the Emerald Valley, the 'palm-dead' Liu Wuxiang and the second core disciple of the gate, Luo Hanshan III The victory and defeat of the palm can be described as a strong confrontation.

Nowadays, he also has the opportunity to win and lose with the three fists. Although the strength of the two sides is far less than the former two, it always makes people feel excited and their hearts rise.

"Get started!" Ye Chen seems to have no plans to make a sword, and his hands are closed.

Zhang Haoran snorted and dismissed: "If you don't have a sword, you can't get two tricks. Do you think that I am the same as Huang Bingwen's waste, so it's so good."

"To tell the truth, and Huang Bingwen confrontation, I have not yet come up with real strength." Ye Chen smiled.

"What, he is only practicing the ninth floor of the atmosphere, and he does not come up with a very strong strength with Huang Bingwen. Whether it is a pretense or a slogan." Suddenly, the onlookers were smashed.

In the crowd, Huang Bingwen heard a white face and became angry. "I really have this reason. If I didn't look at him, the result would not be like this."

The inner disciple next to him sighed: "Huang Bingwen, whether you accept it or not, if you lose, you lose, there is nothing to talk about."

"I am just angry." Huang Bingwen clenched his fists and made a squeaky bone friction.

After listening to Ye Chen’s words, Zhang Haoran laughed. “Okay, pick me up, snow and ice!”

When the tenth layer of gas is inside, Zhang Haoran’s cold palm is already very powerful, and the wind is cold. At this time, he is promoted to be a martial artist. When he is shot, the wind and snow are blowing, and the surface of the square is covered with layers of frost. Spread in the direction of the leaf dust.

On the way, the wind and snow entwined together and turned towards the leaf dust.

Hey!

The dust of the right palm of the leaf grips, and the sound of gold and iron crosses, and the punch is unrelenting.

The snow and snow covered the body of the two people, and it was difficult for the naked eye to see clearly. The mammoth sounds were even alarmed by some inner disciples, not to mention Ye Chen’s defeat of Huang Bingwen.

"How is it possible, this is obviously a high-level martial arts of the human level, why is it so powerful in Zhang Haoran's hand." Huang Bingwen looked like a blow.

Zhang Haoran naturally did not hear Huang Bingwen's words. He wouldn't care if he heard it. The gap between genius and mediocrity cannot be counted in the Tao, and he can understand it.

In the snow, the leaf dust can't be seen, the ear can't listen, but he has super strong perception, and clearly sees Zhang Haoran's movements and expressions, and nothing falls.

"Death!"

Zhang Haoran took a palm to the chest of Ye Chen.

"Not necessarily." Ye Chen took advantage of the work and slammed out.

Hey!

The wind and snow broke open, and Ye Chen’s fist and Zhang Haoran’s palm were together. The two sides did not give each other and were still there.

In the face of this situation, Zhang Haoran grinned, his left hand turned into a fist, lightning hit on the chest of the leaf dust.

But what makes him amazed is that he doesn’t know when he’s in the middle, it’s also on his chest.

The crowd only heard two crashes, and the two men on the stage flew back and their bodies were stunned.

"Ha! My iron clothes have been great, how can you not hurt me." Zhang Haoran patted his chest, his face does not matter.

The clothes on the chest dust chest have been shattered. He looked down, and the tough and dense muscles were covered with jade luster. It was covered with a trace of frost. As the internal strength shook, it was quickly shaken and scattered. Fall off, like crystal dust.

Looking up, Ye Chen said: "You have not hurt me."

This time Zhang Haoran’s face is ugly. “I can’t think of you practicing a physical exercise. It’s really a small sight, but you will lose this punch.”

"Tiger Dragon Fight!"

Compared with a few months ago, Zhang Haoran’s mastery of the tiger’s dragon fist was more skillful. The majestic blue air flow gathered in his palm forex, and burst into a thunderous sound, and immediately pulled out a beautiful light tail to the leaf. Dust, like the flying dragon that vacated.

The footsteps were staggered, and Ye Chen’s right fist was pulled backwards. The heart whispered: “My strength is now over 10,000 pounds, and even an elephant can die. Today, you will be the first person to teach it!”

Hey!

When the lungs are punched, the fist of Ye Chen is more powerful than any weapon. The air is torn in an instant, and a shallow film of air is squeezed in front of the fist, which is constantly tightened.

Two punches collided, and Zhang Haoran flew out in a frightened way, vomiting a blood.