Chapter 21 The evildoer, it is simply evildoer
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Xuan Er
"Little Junior Brother, be careful!"
Wang Ping said with some worry.
This time the opponent is not a seven-star warrior.
An Heng gave a reassuring look, then used the Phoenix Dance for Nine Heavens, and landed on the ring.
This made the women in the audience even more crazy.
The people who eat melons are also a little speechless, this Anheng, does he like to show off so much?
What happened next made their hearts tense.
An Heng's hand slowly stretched out.
Then he said arrogantly, "Let's get started, I'm in a hurry!"
After a period of silence, the audience in the audience broke out into thunderous laughter in an instant.
"What did he think? He thought the opponent was the Seven Star Warrior just now?"
"To be honest, he's a little too arrogant!"
"This Yu Feng is an eight-star martial artist! And the Tiger Roaring Fist is already in the realm of Little Perfection!"
"Crows are not as crazy as him!"
Wows couldn't help but swear.
Anheng's own mother doesn't even know her who will definitely call her later!
I thought to myself.
"It's kind of interesting."
Tian Qingfeng smiled and looked at Gao Chengyi playfully.
"Master Gao, you disciple, you are confident!"
Gao Chengyi also laughed a little.
"The talent shown by An Heng is really good!"
"I know."
"Isn't it too early to say these unmet things?"
Lin Hu said with a gloomy expression.
Tian Qingfeng smiled and said nothing more.
In the arena, Yu Feng was a little out of breath after being told by An Heng.
After lightly jumping onto the ring, he said coldly.
"You have to understand that if you are too confident, you become conceited. I am not Niu Qing!"
"Come on, stop talking nonsense!"
An Heng said impatiently.
"Let me tell you the truth, I must be the number one in this competition!"
The people in the audience were stunned. They had seen arrogant people, but they had never seen An Heng so arrogant.
"I think he should change his name to An Kuang!"
"Come!"
Yu Feng let out a roar, his legs were faintly accumulating strength, his eyes were bare, and he stared at An Heng.
Then, like a cannonball, it flew towards An Heng.
The short distance of three or four meters was shortened all of a sudden.
His hands are slightly bent.
The target pointed directly at An Heng's chest.
"Sure enough, the Tiger Roaring Fist's Small Perfection is still strong!"
"The roar of tigers and dragons can be vaguely heard in the wind of fist!"
"Why hasn't Anheng made any moves yet? He's courting death!"
"He lost."
Immediately someone shook his head and said.But when the wind was about to touch An Heng's body, a sudden change occurred!
"Eat my palm!"
An Heng said very plainly, and then Biah Neng saw a mighty dragon in his palm!
Hovering in his hands, the air was accompanied by the sound of dragon chant.
"Rising Dragon Palm Great Perfection!"
"Dzogchen!"
"How did he do that?"
When the Rising Dragon Palm was first used, the three major pavilion owners and the city owner on the stands all stood up with a jerk.
He looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment.
"Rising Dragon's Palm is perfect! It's really extraordinary!"
Wang Ping was shocked with a slightly worried face, and then smiled wryly.
The reason why he was able to become a senior brother was that his talent was naturally not bad.
In more than two years, he also practiced the rising dragon palm to the small perfect state.
But now a Dzogchen has come out, and it only took a few days.
An astonishing thought suddenly popped up in his mind.
Could An Heng's Phoenix Dance for Nine Heavens also be Dzogchen?
The more Wang Ping thought about it, he couldn't calm down for a long time.
"What kind of cultivation speed is this?"
Both Bai Lin and Yang Xiang stared at the scene in front of them dumbfounded, speechless.
This cultivation speed is not even enough to describe the evildoer.
It's okay to be perfect in martial arts, but the realm of martial arts is still very fast.
"Rising Dragon Palm Great Perfection."
In the martial arts hall of this way, Lin Xiu frowned and said.
He also heard An Heng's words just now. I am afraid that the first place in this competition will have another powerful opponent.
He looked at An Heng warily, but he had a plan in mind.
If An Heng only wanted to win the championship with a Dzogchen-level Rising Dragon Palm, that would be too whimsical.
"Interesting."
Zuo Si laughed heartily, he was very interested in An Heng's displayed strength.
He can be said to be a martial idiot, and he is looking forward to the next competition.
"what is this?"
Yu Feng only saw it.
The sky seemed to be shrouded in the light brought by An Heng's palm.
The sky is bright.
Then he couldn't control his body anymore, and flew backwards violently.
Immediately lost consciousness.
There was only a loud noise, and then everyone was surprised to find that the competition was over!
"Oh, seeking defeat alone!"
An Heng smiled faintly, and slowly walked off the ring.
A group of people in the Fengwu Martial Arts Hall waited with their mouths slightly open, standing in place like clay sculptures.
Watching An Heng slowly return to his seat and wait for the next competition.
"Hiss, nine-star martial artist! Rising Dragon Palm Dzogchen!"
"Better than a monster!"
"I finally know why he is so arrogant!"
"I bet ten pulse pills, the champion is An Heng!"
Not only warriors, but even those warriors.
They were all jealous of Anheng's talent.
This competition, the biggest dark horse.
It can only be An Heng!
As for No.2, they were a little unexpected.
"Suffer to death!"
Zuosi looked at No.14 who was slowly walking out of Fengwu Martial Arts Hall, and it looked like Yang Yang.
Yang Yang showed no trace of fear, and slowly walked onto the ring.
Zuo Si didn't say anything, just flew towards the second district directly at Yang Yang.
"So fast!"
Yang Yang was a little surprised in his heart, and immediately used all his strength.
"Bloodthirsty knife!"
The two started fighting.
But soon, Yang Yang felt a shock in his mouth, and he couldn't help taking a step back, that is, this step.
Wows' back move came out.
With just one palm, Yang Yang spat out blood and flew out.
"Senior Brother Yang!"
"Yang Yang!"
Everyone in Fengwu Martial Arts was shocked and ran over in a hurry.
Even An Heng showed anxiety.
Although the relationship between the two is not good, and they have even ridiculed themselves, they are both brothers in the martial arts school, and Yang Yang also played the aura of the Fengwu martial arts school.
Although the opponent was strong, he did not surrender.
"Big Brother"
After speaking, he fainted.
Wang Ping was furious, but there was nothing he could do.
"I'm waiting for you!"
Zuo Si looked at An Heng and said coldly.
An Heng, who has always been steady, is also a little angry at this time.
The martial arts competition was still going on, Bai Lin met Lin Xiu, but he was also defeated, but he was not injured.
The referee immediately started the draw for the rematch.
There were only eight players left in the field.
Crows looked at the number plate in his hand, and said with a sinister smile.
"An Heng, I heard that you are very strong?"
Everyone present fell silent.
"Number one wrinkle!"
"Number [-] Anheng?!"
Wang Ping said with some worry.
This time the opponent is not a seven-star warrior.
An Heng gave a reassuring look, then used the Phoenix Dance for Nine Heavens, and landed on the ring.
This made the women in the audience even more crazy.
The people who eat melons are also a little speechless, this Anheng, does he like to show off so much?
What happened next made their hearts tense.
An Heng's hand slowly stretched out.
Then he said arrogantly, "Let's get started, I'm in a hurry!"
After a period of silence, the audience in the audience broke out into thunderous laughter in an instant.
"What did he think? He thought the opponent was the Seven Star Warrior just now?"
"To be honest, he's a little too arrogant!"
"This Yu Feng is an eight-star martial artist! And the Tiger Roaring Fist is already in the realm of Little Perfection!"
"Crows are not as crazy as him!"
Wows couldn't help but swear.
Anheng's own mother doesn't even know her who will definitely call her later!
I thought to myself.
"It's kind of interesting."
Tian Qingfeng smiled and looked at Gao Chengyi playfully.
"Master Gao, you disciple, you are confident!"
Gao Chengyi also laughed a little.
"The talent shown by An Heng is really good!"
"I know."
"Isn't it too early to say these unmet things?"
Lin Hu said with a gloomy expression.
Tian Qingfeng smiled and said nothing more.
In the arena, Yu Feng was a little out of breath after being told by An Heng.
After lightly jumping onto the ring, he said coldly.
"You have to understand that if you are too confident, you become conceited. I am not Niu Qing!"
"Come on, stop talking nonsense!"
An Heng said impatiently.
"Let me tell you the truth, I must be the number one in this competition!"
The people in the audience were stunned. They had seen arrogant people, but they had never seen An Heng so arrogant.
"I think he should change his name to An Kuang!"
"Come!"
Yu Feng let out a roar, his legs were faintly accumulating strength, his eyes were bare, and he stared at An Heng.
Then, like a cannonball, it flew towards An Heng.
The short distance of three or four meters was shortened all of a sudden.
His hands are slightly bent.
The target pointed directly at An Heng's chest.
"Sure enough, the Tiger Roaring Fist's Small Perfection is still strong!"
"The roar of tigers and dragons can be vaguely heard in the wind of fist!"
"Why hasn't Anheng made any moves yet? He's courting death!"
"He lost."
Immediately someone shook his head and said.But when the wind was about to touch An Heng's body, a sudden change occurred!
"Eat my palm!"
An Heng said very plainly, and then Biah Neng saw a mighty dragon in his palm!
Hovering in his hands, the air was accompanied by the sound of dragon chant.
"Rising Dragon Palm Great Perfection!"
"Dzogchen!"
"How did he do that?"
When the Rising Dragon Palm was first used, the three major pavilion owners and the city owner on the stands all stood up with a jerk.
He looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment.
"Rising Dragon's Palm is perfect! It's really extraordinary!"
Wang Ping was shocked with a slightly worried face, and then smiled wryly.
The reason why he was able to become a senior brother was that his talent was naturally not bad.
In more than two years, he also practiced the rising dragon palm to the small perfect state.
But now a Dzogchen has come out, and it only took a few days.
An astonishing thought suddenly popped up in his mind.
Could An Heng's Phoenix Dance for Nine Heavens also be Dzogchen?
The more Wang Ping thought about it, he couldn't calm down for a long time.
"What kind of cultivation speed is this?"
Both Bai Lin and Yang Xiang stared at the scene in front of them dumbfounded, speechless.
This cultivation speed is not even enough to describe the evildoer.
It's okay to be perfect in martial arts, but the realm of martial arts is still very fast.
"Rising Dragon Palm Great Perfection."
In the martial arts hall of this way, Lin Xiu frowned and said.
He also heard An Heng's words just now. I am afraid that the first place in this competition will have another powerful opponent.
He looked at An Heng warily, but he had a plan in mind.
If An Heng only wanted to win the championship with a Dzogchen-level Rising Dragon Palm, that would be too whimsical.
"Interesting."
Zuo Si laughed heartily, he was very interested in An Heng's displayed strength.
He can be said to be a martial idiot, and he is looking forward to the next competition.
"what is this?"
Yu Feng only saw it.
The sky seemed to be shrouded in the light brought by An Heng's palm.
The sky is bright.
Then he couldn't control his body anymore, and flew backwards violently.
Immediately lost consciousness.
There was only a loud noise, and then everyone was surprised to find that the competition was over!
"Oh, seeking defeat alone!"
An Heng smiled faintly, and slowly walked off the ring.
A group of people in the Fengwu Martial Arts Hall waited with their mouths slightly open, standing in place like clay sculptures.
Watching An Heng slowly return to his seat and wait for the next competition.
"Hiss, nine-star martial artist! Rising Dragon Palm Dzogchen!"
"Better than a monster!"
"I finally know why he is so arrogant!"
"I bet ten pulse pills, the champion is An Heng!"
Not only warriors, but even those warriors.
They were all jealous of Anheng's talent.
This competition, the biggest dark horse.
It can only be An Heng!
As for No.2, they were a little unexpected.
"Suffer to death!"
Zuosi looked at No.14 who was slowly walking out of Fengwu Martial Arts Hall, and it looked like Yang Yang.
Yang Yang showed no trace of fear, and slowly walked onto the ring.
Zuo Si didn't say anything, just flew towards the second district directly at Yang Yang.
"So fast!"
Yang Yang was a little surprised in his heart, and immediately used all his strength.
"Bloodthirsty knife!"
The two started fighting.
But soon, Yang Yang felt a shock in his mouth, and he couldn't help taking a step back, that is, this step.
Wows' back move came out.
With just one palm, Yang Yang spat out blood and flew out.
"Senior Brother Yang!"
"Yang Yang!"
Everyone in Fengwu Martial Arts was shocked and ran over in a hurry.
Even An Heng showed anxiety.
Although the relationship between the two is not good, and they have even ridiculed themselves, they are both brothers in the martial arts school, and Yang Yang also played the aura of the Fengwu martial arts school.
Although the opponent was strong, he did not surrender.
"Big Brother"
After speaking, he fainted.
Wang Ping was furious, but there was nothing he could do.
"I'm waiting for you!"
Zuo Si looked at An Heng and said coldly.
An Heng, who has always been steady, is also a little angry at this time.
The martial arts competition was still going on, Bai Lin met Lin Xiu, but he was also defeated, but he was not injured.
The referee immediately started the draw for the rematch.
There were only eight players left in the field.
Crows looked at the number plate in his hand, and said with a sinister smile.
"An Heng, I heard that you are very strong?"
Everyone present fell silent.
"Number one wrinkle!"
"Number [-] Anheng?!"
