Chapter 32: Fighting Xingtian, Hou Tu Zu Wu appears!

"I choose two!"

Zhao Gongming briefly looked at the two options and chose the second one without hesitation.

Pangu Blood Pond sounds very powerful at first glance.

If he could go in once, he might be able to break through his physical body directly to the realm of Taiyi.

By then, coupled with his unparalleled swordsmanship, there may be no rival among the Taiyi Golden Immortals.

But before that, we have to find Xing Tian first.

"Thirty thousand miles to the west"

Zhao Gongming took the little black tiger and rushed west.

About an hour later, there was a long distance between them.

Zhao Gongming saw on a mountain peak a tall giant more than three meters tall who was constantly bombarding the mountain with his fists to temper his body.

With each punch, stone powder fell down on the dark and hard stone wall, creating a puff of smoke.

At the same time, the giant's fist became bloody and bloody as Buzhoushan's pressure rebounded.

Zhao Gongming shook his head when he saw this kind of cultivation method.

He practiced the nine-turn Xuanyuan Gong of the Great God Pangu, which can be regarded as the general outline of ancient cultivation techniques.

It was immediately obvious that there were many mistakes made during Xingtian's practice, which would cause great harm to the physical body.

Although with the body of the Witch Clan, he can recover quickly.

But this back and forth will undoubtedly waste a lot of time, and the gain outweighs the loss.

Zhao Gongming transformed into a small black tiger, transformed into a stream of light, flew in front of Xing Tian, ​​and took the lead in saluting with his hands in hand.

"My Excellency, Zhao Gongming, has met this fellow Taoist from the Wu Clan."

Xing Tian was breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to heal his wounds. When he heard this voice, he couldn't help but be startled and opened his eyes.

He looked at Zhao Gongming with a strange look on his face, and also cupped his hands, "I am Xingtian of the Wu Clan, and I have met fellow Taoists."

After Xing Tian finished speaking, he stopped talking to Zhao Gongming, and the old god began to recover from his injuries.

The Wu Clan's physical body is uniquely endowed by nature and ranks first in the world.

After about an hour of breathing, the injury on Xing Tian's hand was almost fully recovered.

He stood up and was about to continue practicing, but when he saw that Zhao Gongming had not left yet, he couldn't help but frown.

"Why are you still here? I'm going to practice. Please leave quickly, otherwise I won't be polite."

"Fellow Daoist Xingtian, I'm watching you practice on the side, and there's something I don't know whether to say or not."

"What words?"

Xing Tian was stunned.

"Your cultivation method is wrong. If you practice this way, you will only waste a lot of time and lose more than you gain."

"What?"

Xing Tian suspected that he had heard wrongly. His physical training technique was taught by the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

It is the enlightenment practice method of the Wu Clan, how could there be any mistakes?

Now this monk is looking for trouble!

Xingtian's face immediately turned ugly, and he sighed loudly.

"The techniques I practice were taught by Master Ancestral Witch. How could there be any mistakes? If you say something rude again, I will be rude to you."

Xing Tian was gearing up for Zhao Gongming, as if he was going to take action at the next moment.

"The Great God Pangu died one day. How do you know that the body refining technique passed down by the ancestral witch is correct?"

Zhao Gongming pointed to the towering Mount Buzhou, his voice still calm.

"You dare to say that Father God Pangu is seeking death!"

Xing Tian was immediately offended by Zhao Gongming's words.

He raised his fist as big as a small millstone and hit Zhao Gongming directly.

Even the solid void caused countless ripples under this punch.

"Well done."

Zhao Gongming's fighting spirit rose in his heart, as he had heard for a long time that the Wu Clan's body was unparalleled in the world.

He also wanted to see how powerful the Wu Clan's physical body was.

Zhao Gongming pinched his five fingers and turned his palm into a fist. He mobilized all the strength of his muscles, bones, qi and blood to strike with the same punch.

"boom!!"

The two iron fists collided in mid-air, like two metal hills colliding together, making a deafening roar.

The surrounding space could no longer bear the power of Wushuang's punch.

Click, click like a mirror, broken into countless pieces.

Zhao Gongming felt a strong force spread from his fists throughout his body, causing slight pain in his fists.

The whole person couldn't help but take a step back before releasing this huge force.

I couldn't help but sigh slightly, the Wu Clan's physical body was indeed somewhat unique.

Even if he practices the Nine-turn Xuanyuan Kung like this, an ordinary peak-level Golden Immortal would probably be blown away with one punch.

On the opposite side, Xing Tian's performance was not as good as Zhao Gongming.

The whole person stumbled back three steps before barely holding on.

He stared at his fist with wide eyes and a look of disbelief on his face, feeling a huge wave in his heart.

"How is that possible!"

He would actually lose to a monk of the same realm in the most proud body of the Witch Clan.

How is this possible!

Zhao Gongming smiled at Xing Tian and continued to provoke.

"We are both at the same level. If you can defeat me, it means that the Wu Clan's physical training skills are unparalleled in the world and there are no flaws or mistakes."

"But if you can't even defeat me, then there might be some problems with the Wu Clan's physical training method, right?"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Xing Tian was shocked and angry, and all his energy and blood seemed to be burning.

A powerful aura rushed towards Zhao Gongming.

Zhao Gongming was not afraid at all. He also rushed forward and punched Xingtian directly to the head, competing in physical prowess.

For a time, there was flying sand and rocks on Buzhou Mountain, and the sound of fists clashing could be heard all the time.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Gongming fought with Xing Tian for three hundred rounds.

Zhao Gongming practiced the Nine-turn Xuanyuan Gong. His foundation was unparalleled and his Qi and blood were perfect. It was much stronger than the Wu clan's physical training techniques.

For the first hundred rounds, from a distance, the two were evenly matched.

In the middle hundred rounds, Xing Tian was visibly at a disadvantage.

In the last hundred rounds, Xing Tian was panting like an ox and his fists were as heavy as iron. He could only parry but not fight back.

On the other hand, Zhao Gongming, although he was also sweating profusely, felt extremely comfortable.

It feels like all the meridians in the body have been opened up, and the physical attainments have reached a higher level.

"Take my last punch!"

Zhao Gongming gathered all his energy and blood and punched Xing Tian.

Xing Tian wanted to raise his hands to block, but he felt as if he weighed a thousand pounds.

"boom!"

Xingtian's nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He was directly punched and fell to the ground.

Zhao Gongming patted his robe and was about to stop.

Suddenly, an ethereal, crisp, and very pleasant voice came to my ears.

"What kind of monk dares to come to our Witch Clan's territory and act recklessly?"

Then, Zhao Gongming felt that his whole body was imprisoned by an indescribable force, and he was instantly unable to move.

Then, in Zhao Gongming's eyes, a giant several feet in size, with a human body and a snake tail, seven hands on his back, two hands on his chest, and a flying snake in both hands, ran towards him and arrived in front of Xing Tian in the blink of an eye.

The giant helped Xing Tian up and after looking up and down, his heart dropped to his stomach when he saw that Xing Tian was fine.

Xingtian is one of the most outstanding geniuses in her Houtu tribe, and he is expected to become a great witch in the future.

If he died midway like this, it would be a great loss to the Wu Clan.

That's right, the witch in front of you with the head of a human and the body of a snake is none other than one of the twelve ancestral witches, the Hou Tu Ancestral Witch!

Xing Tian stood up with a devastated look on his face, as if he couldn't accept his defeat to Zhao Gongming.

"Where are you from? How dare you attack Mount Buzhou?"

Hou Tu stared at Zhao Gongming with a very cold expression. The boy in front of him almost injured one of his generals.