MTL - King of Gods-Chapter 25 Outer layer first (bottom)

Inside the martial arts!

hiss!

Breathing breath, spread all over the corner of Tianwuchang.

The children of the Zhao people who were present, the referees of the martial arts, the elders of the family, the high-level, etc., were all surprised.

On the battle platform, the white-beard referee, but stood up and looked excited: "At the age of fourteen, I realized the strength of the martial arts. The position of the military is at your fingertips. This talent must be the next Zhao Linlong!"

A lot of eyes in the audience, gathered in Zhao Feng, eye-catching this new outer king!

Zhao Feng breathed tightly, looking at his fist incredulously, watching Zhao Yijian fly out, his arm broken, and the sword broke into two pieces.

This is still the punch he had just had, and he had some reservations. When he punched Zhao Yijian’s sword, he reluctantly recovered some of his martial arts.

Otherwise, Zhao Yijian’s injury will never be broken, at least the entire arm will be invalid.

If you change to the general martial arts triple, this punch may directly shatter the dirty, and die on the spot.

"This is the power of the inner strength of the martial arts..."

Zhao Feng’s heart is gently shaking.

Around the martial arts, some of the Zhao people were shocked and afraid.

At this point, they finally understood that the real gap between the martial arts and the military.

"Zhao Fengsheng!"

The referee responded and looked at Zhao Feng and gave a verdict.

Even when he deliberately favored Zhao Yijian, Zhao Feng still won.

Not only wins, but also the absolute strength, shocking the outer layer!

Under absolute strength, even if there is more injustice, it will not stop his pace.

"Sword!"

Zhao Tianjian snorted, and there was a purple scent in his body. He slammed into the front of Zhao Yijian.

Its speed is extremely impressive, and the people next to it only see the afterimage.

"Fast speed!"

Zhao Feng estimates that the strength of Zhao Yijian’s father is probably the horror of the six martial arts.

The martial arts is sixfold. This is already the peak of the ordinary martial arts. If you take another step, you will be able to board the martial arts masters.

" Lost... I turned out to be..."

Zhao Yijian was in pain, cold and sweaty, and the arm completely lost his intuition.

Come to the pharmacist!

Zhao Tianjian tried his best to see his son's injury, the arm, and even the possibility of disability.

"Junior! District test, you are so heavy, what is your heart?"

Zhao Tianjian looked cold and sneaked in the eyes, staring at Zhao Feng.

The horrible momentum of the martial arts six-fold, under the influence of its strong atmosphere and the internal strength of the martial arts, formed an invisible force oppression.

Zhao Feng's figure is swaying, his body is full of blood and breathing, as if he is solidified, and he has to work hard to speak.

Fortunately, he has the inner strength of the martial arts, urging the body's light blue color, and confronting with a tenacious will.

Hey! Hey!

In the left eye, there is frequent beating. In the dark space, the spiral aura extends slowly. On the basis of three feet and nine feet, it continues to sneak forward, infinitely close to four feet.

Under unprecedented pressure, Zhao Feng's spirit and body potential are further squeezed.

"Great! I am now fully equipped to attack the martial arts."

Zhao Feng is ecstatic.

After a battle, I was under the oppression of Zhao Tianjian, but promoted his own progress.

The faint changes in his body naturally did not escape the eyes of Zhao Tianjian.

This child can't stay!

Zhao Tianjian felt a potential crisis pressure, and the cold flashed in his eyes: "The junior, a sub-brother of your district, dared to hurt my arm, then I will abolish your cultivation."

Hey!

After the afterimage, Zhao Tianjian rushed to Zhao Feng.

not good!

Zhao Feng only felt a huge crisis oppressed.

Fortunately, he is wary of Zhao Tianjian, the left eye has fully locked the other side.

In the moment when Zhao Tianjian’s internal blood and martial arts internal strength caused him, he predicted the opponent’s attack position.

Teng!

Zhao Feng did not want to, and put "Floating Lingdu" to the limit, the body shape suddenly leaped nearly ten meters high, and the danger escaped the other side.

However, he understands that in the face of the powerful martial arts of the martial arts, he has only one chance to dodge.

Zhao Tianjian’s gesture was empty, and he realized that it was not good. He was frightened and shouted: “Death!”

He also applied light body techniques and leapt to the air to catch Zhao Feng.

"Floating the moon!"

Zhao Feng was in the air, and he was second-time, and he took a step toward the top of the battle.

Because he understands that Zhao Tianjian is only a middle and high-level in the middle class, and the elders present at the scene will never allow him to be willing to act.

Hey!

Zhao Feng reluctantly escaped the tactics of Zhao Tianjian and went down to the battle platform.

"Damn! This kid..."

Zhao Tianjian understands the intention of Zhao Feng.

"Zhao Tianjian, stop!"

A vigorous and thunderous voice descended from the void.

With that voice, a breath of incomparable breath, came from the top.

A white-shoulder, surrounded by white, like feathers, floated on top of Zhao Tianjian.

Not good! It is the referee!

Zhao Tianjian was under great oppression. He faced the elders of the ethnic group and the masters of the martial arts seven or more.

However, Zhao Feng is in front of him, his heart is extremely unwilling, and he has to be hard to bite.

"Your Majesty!

The voice of majesty and anger came from the top.

I also don't see the referee's close-up, a transparent and white breath that turns into an invisible palm, and shoots it.

Hey!

Zhao Tianjian’s body martial art was broken, and “Wow” spit out a blood, planted it on the ground and squatted on the ground.

It hurts people in the air, so terrible means!

All the people around you are stunned. Obviously, the referee will practice the martial arts inside the martial arts, and the enemy can break the air and kill the ordinary warriors.

"Elders! This Zhao Feng is very hot, almost interrupting my child's arm, can you lightly?"

Zhao Tianjian was half-squatting on the ground, fearful and unwilling.

"Hey! Who is the heart of the hand? When Zhao Feng shot, it has clearly recovered some of the internal strength of the martial arts, otherwise Zhao Yijian's arm will be abolished, and even life is at risk."

The white-beard referee has a burning gaze.

Zhao Tianjian suddenly stagnation.

"You still don't want to save your son!"

The white-shoulders’ long-sleeved robes waved and returned to the martial arts.

A storm has temporarily subsided.

Zhao Feng secretly squeezed a cold sweat and cast a grateful glance at the white-bearded referee.

The referee seemed to be inductive, slightly smiling, soft-eyed, and nodded slightly to encourage appreciation.

This episode did not affect the continuation of the rankings.

After defeating Zhao Yijian, Zhao Feng refused to be the "outer king."

"He actually defeated Zhao Yijian..."

Zhao Xue at the corner, his face is stiff and has a feeling of turning around.

From great joy to great sadness, she seems to fall from heaven to prison.

In the field of vision, the familiar figure, the identity of the king, the audience focus.

Everything seems to have returned to the original in Qingye Town. The boy, as a genius, stood proudly in the Zhao family and became the first person of his age.

Nowadays, at a new starting point, Zhao Feng jumped into the first place to become the outer layer of Zhao.

Seventy-game winning streak... seventy-one winning streak...

Zhao Feng’s record is refreshing.

His opponents basically confessed directly.

Zhao Yue, Zhao Gan and other powerful opponents also lost to him one by one.

Even if facing Zhao Yue, Zhao Feng Wu Dao’s internal strength, immediately broke open the other side to defend the famous "iron body".

Zhao Feng’s strength is no longer a paramilitary, but a half-step warrior!

The half-step warrior, on the basis of the standard warrior, has the inner strength of the martial arts. To a certain extent, there is no essential difference between the four martial arts and the martial arts.

however.

In the trial, there is still an odd number.

Also maintaining the record of victory, there is Zhao Yufei.

When Zhao Yufei won the 80th consecutive game, he met Zhao Yue, who was ranked first in the outer layer.

"Butterfly palm!"

Zhao Yufei Jiao Jiao, a small hand like a jade, a rush of blood and a breath of green and transparent atmosphere.

Hey!

Zhao Yue’s iron body was broken again.

"God, it’s the inner strength of the martial arts!"

There was a burst of exclamation from the field.

No one expected that there was a second person on the field besides Zhao Feng, who realized the strength of the martial arts.

"Interesting fun!"

The referee’s face showed a smile.

For Zhao Yufei who has the martial arts internal strength, Zhao Feng looks the same.

As early as in the battle, his left eye sensed the intrinsic martial arts in Zhao Yufei's blood.

On that day, in the performance of the martial arts field, after the teacher explained the martial arts internal strength, the top few of the outer-layered children were comprehended.

Among them, Zhao Feng has the most insights.

This is because he has left-eye assistance and a three-layered foundation of "Pushing the Air".

Therefore, Zhao Feng was the first to cultivate the inner strength of the martial arts.

In contrast, Zhao Yufei is half a month later than him.

"It seems that this first place, whoever is dead, is still unknown."

The next generation of Zhao people, excited and excited.

In the end, Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei met each other in a winning streak of ninety games.

"let's start."

Zhao Feng’s face is not shocked.

Although Zhao Yufei understood the inner strength of the martial arts, he was not afraid.

"Although I know the gap with you, I will not give up."

Zhao Yufei's face is smiling and blooming, such as the lotus flower blooming, beautiful and pleasant.

"Raging Dragon Fist!"

Zhao Feng’s shot is the dragon’s fist in the peak realm.

Previously, he was able to beat Zhao Yijian so badly, not only because of the martial arts.

"Ranger Dragon" itself is the leader of the intermediate peak, the explosive power, the peak of the anger of the dragon, the power is better than the senior martial arts of Xiaocheng, and even close to the general high-level Dacheng.

At this time, after Zhao Feng experienced the oppression of Zhao Tianjian, the potential to stimulate oppression, repair for further improvement, and "Rid Dragon" is closer to the realm of perfection.

If "Round Dragon Fist" can be cultivated to perfection, even if it faces the high-level Dacheng's "Cold Flow Sword", it can win.

boom! Snapped! ......

Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei fist fight, the latter retreat and dodge.

Sure enough, the front is hard, Zhao Yufei is not as good as Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng Wu Dao’s internal comprehension is first and even more powerful.

Moreover, the internal strength of "Lingduo" is more special, the speed is fast, the style is elegant, and the sky is empty.

Although Zhao Yufei cultivated a set of advanced footwork, it was wonderful to move, but Zhao Feng could practice "Floating Lingdu" faster.

Seeing Zhao Feng’s offensive is getting faster and faster.

Zhao Yufei’s breathing is tight, and her face is ruddy and rosy, and she gradually loses her weight.

good chance!

Zhao Feng’s left eye immediately locked a flaw and punched Zhao Yufei’s shoulder.

Hey!

Zhao Yufei stunned his body, and his body flew out. He fell in the air and fell to the ground.

"Thank you for your mercy."

Zhao Yufei was slightly grateful, and his face was still red.

Zhao Feng just had a punch, obviously have to keep their hands, otherwise her end will not be much better than Zhao Yijian.

"Acknowledge."

Zhao Feng nodded and smiled and appreciated Zhao Yufei's style.

After defeating Zhao Yufei, in the rankings, Zhao Feng had no more opponents, all the opponents all the way, all the way to concede.

"I surrender!"

"Abstain!"

......

After half an hour.

Zhao Feng completed a hundred-game winning streak with the highest score and ranked first in the outer layer.