Chapter 155: Emperor, cannon fodder?

"Hao Qimen, Xin Yongyang."

I walked to the disciples of Haoqimen in the middle of Wuchang and reported his name.

人 This person is the disciple of the martial arts second only to Yipin. He is also stronger than Hu Zheng in overall strength.

This is strong, not much stronger.

After all, they are peak warriors. As long as they don't step into the martial arts division, the gap between the two is nothing more than two or three pounds.

"Start!" The referee shouted.

Xun Yongyong rushed forward for the master and glory of the martial arts.

The puppet spirit can erupt in an all-round way, not only converging on the whole body, protecting several major points, but also pouring into the palms of the hands.

"Brush!"

Suddenly, both palms launched an attack, and the psionic energy whistled out, forming palm prints, accompanied by the sound of whistling.

This is Hu Xiaolong Yin Palm.

Wu Hao achieved a high-level unique palm technique in the door.

This technique is divided into Tiger Xiao Palm and Dragon Yin Palm, which can be disassembled and used alone, or they can be used together to form Tiger Xiao Long Yin!

Since Xin Xinyang joined the school, he has majored in this technique.

In conjunction with the peak martial arts psionic energy, once it is exerted, the generated air waves and air friction will produce the sound of tiger howling dragons!

"Brush! Brush!"

The left and right tiger-like palm prints swept through, like a dragon and a tiger.

I drew praise from all the big brothers from all sides, and agreed that this son's understanding of the mastery of the law has reached a state of perfection, and it is worthy of the superior talent of Genpin.

How should Li Qingyang, who is a Japonist, take over?

"brush!"

In the eyes of everyone, Li Qingyang stepped forward, condensed and burst into fist, and apparently had to fight against Hu Xiaolong Yin with the most upright confrontation.

"嘭! 嘭! 嘭!"

The two met with their fists, and energy fluctuations permeated the air, creating ripples.

Within a few seconds, Li Qingyang and Xin Yongyang fought more than a dozen moves, from the point of view of the situation seems to be indistinguishable.

Yeah!

This is normal learning!

The previous four matches were not intense at all, and it took us a long time to run to see the fun!

"嘭! 嘭! 嘭!"

The two played more than ten moves, and then tacitly separated to maintain a certain distance.

青 Li Qingyang's face was light and light.

Wu Xinyong raised his brow slightly, his palms loosened, trying to relieve the numbness that had just arisen from the collision.

"The disciples of Haoqimen have suffered." Wang Donglin said.

Qi Qin Haoran also noticed that his face was gloomy again.

This match, I have to lose again?

Look, I have been beaten without confidence. I have to lick my face and continue to fight. I also agree that I have two color heads. Is there a problem in my mind?

Lose this time, it doesn't matter!

Li Qingyang, who is the strongest in his **** faction, has already played. The disciples sent in the next two games must not be strong. As long as he wins the two games, he can win!

"brush!"

"brush!"

青 Li Qingyang and Xin Yongyang fought again.

The two did not disappoint the martial arts soldiers who watched the fun, they fought together, and they fought fiercely.

This style of painting is normal.

I used to use my feet or chrysanthemum residues. It was like a sandbag.

"嘭! 嘭! 嘭!"

The blasting sound of the blast and the croak of the Tigers and Dragons resounded in the performance martial arts. The rival Li Qingyang and Xin Yongyang also played faster and faster, and became more and more fierce.

Xun Jun often smiled and hugged his hand, whispering: "Qing Yang did not choose to make a quick decision. He should want to use this peak warrior as a companion."

"嘭!"

此时 At this moment, the blasting noise came.

青 Li Qingyang gathered a fist of more than 20,000 kilograms of strength, blasted on the palm of Xin Yongyang, and backed up his shock by several steps.

"The disciples of Haoqimen have fallen!"

"Front against Xin Yongyang, who is showing his hands on the Tigers and Dragons, this Li Qingyang is really powerful!"

"On Lingquan Mountain, it is no fluke to defeat the disciples of the Holy Spring Sect's disciples!"

Everyone applauded Li Qingyang.

Why?

Because the moves are bright and clear, they are very polite!

I like the disciples in the first four games, either kick the temple with their feet, or use the chrysanthemum residue indecent ways.

I heard everyone talking about his son. The owner of Li's chest stood proudly and his face was filled with pride.

Xun Yongyong held his body hard, his face was slightly ugly, and his right palm came with pain and numbness.

"brush!"

青 Li Qingyang stepped forward, and the condensed bursting fist began to attack again.

This time, Xin Yongyang was not given any respite, and frequent bombardment was carried out. In the end, the opponent's bombardment could only be blocked, backed up, and then ... played in the martial arts field.

Ironbone Pie, win another round!

Not counting the four games that were previously void, that is five to zero.

青 Li Qingyang won, and Jun Chang laughed without surprise.

Among the seven inner disciples of the Iron Bone School, Su Xiaomo and Li Fei are proficient in body style and foot strength, Xiao Gui has already tempered his body to the extreme, and Lu Yan is powerful.

青 Although Li Qingyang does not have very dazzling strengths, it does not have obvious shortcomings, which is a comprehensive and balanced development.

What's more, it is still among the disciples of the inner gate, who is currently the highest cultivation, and has broken through to the seventh grade martial arts.

Wu Zheng, the peak martial artist, was stunned by Xiao Gui.

It would be strange if the second disciple could not win Xin Yongyang, who is also a peak warrior.

Don't say that Jun often laughs. Even the big brothers who watched the battles did not have any surprises about Li Qingyang's victory, because he was too perfect and impeccable.

In the first four games, Su Xiaomo and others won, there is a feeling how the plot reverses, Li Qingyang's win is taken for granted.

King Wang Donglin commented, "I don't have any flash points for the first few disciples, but they are very stable."

"Oh."

Xun Jun often smiled and arched his hand and said, "Master Qin, if the next game, if I win again, you will have ten million two."

"Humph."

Xi Qin Haoran whispered coldly: "Jun is in charge, and your disciples are all elites. Can you still compete with my next disciples?"

Elite all out?

Is this underestimated?

Ye Xingchen, who was behind her, pulled down her face and Shen said, "Head, I will play next time!"

When he came to Haoqimen, he wanted to fight, and even planned to pick one by one.

"Ok."

Xun Jun often laughed and said, "Let's play."

"Click, click!"

Xing Ye Xingchen shook her fists, and she was not afraid to shake her head as she shook her neck, her eyes flickered coldly.

Qin Haoran said lightly: "Pei Jun, come on, remember to win."

"Yes."

The self-disciplined disciples who yelled at Pei Jun came out ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ has a strong spiritual enthusiasm throughout the body and is obviously the strongest disciple of Haoqimen.

"The master of Qin League finally sent this martial arts-level personal disciple."

"The iron-bone disciples, at first glance, are at the level of five or six martial arts. There is no hope of winning."

"In my opinion, Jun ’s plan is to let strong disciples take the lead, and then let such disciples be cannon fodder."

Cannon fodder?

The night star burst into flames.

If Emperor Ben Ben still has a previous life, he will pinch your group of low-lying ants in the palm of his hand, let his soul fly, and never live forever!

I deserve to be the Emperor of Ye, the idea is too amusing!

"Tread."

Pei Jun walked to the central area first and arched, "Hao Qimen, Pei Jun."

Ye Yexing said lightly: "Don't talk nonsense, let's start."

"Oh, this cannon fodder is kind of dragging."

"Don't he know that Pei Jun is the strongest self-discipline disciple in Haoqimen?"

"Consumes the strongest with the weakest, even if you lose."

Every word that everyone talked about clearly passed into Ye Xingchen's ears, and the anger in his body whistled out, instantly filling his eyes, as if two flames were rising.

Pei Jun said, "This guy's eyes are so scary!"

"you!"

Yan Ye Xingchen turned to look at the referee, angrily: "Hurry up and start, I can't wait!"

This little temper ...

"Start!" The referee shouted.

As soon as his voice fell, Pei Jun rushed over, peeping his hands backwards, and the psionic energy gathered in the palm of his hand.

"brush!"

The night star suddenly appeared on the left, coldly: "Boy, you are too slow."

"嘭 ————"