"Beat me with three punches? Hahahaha... Wasteful Wuque, I thought you were really brave enough to challenge Murong Tian to a fight, but it turns out that you are just crazy! What, you can't bear being a waste for ten years? Haha, waste is waste, it's okay to daydream occasionally, but remember to keep your tail between your legs, otherwise I might get upset one day and crush you to death with one finger! Hahaha..."

The scar on his left cheek trembled violently, and Murong Tian laughed wildly at the sky. To him, Ye Wuque's words

sounded as funny as an ant trying to swallow an elephant. Laughing sounds came one after another, and the five or six Murong disciples who came with Murong Binglan couldn't help laughing. They all had the same expression, and when they glanced at the tall and independent Ye Wuque, their eyes were all disdainful and contemptuous.

Murong Binglan's red lips also moved slightly, and a playful smile appeared on her delicate face. She was ashamed of having had an engagement with Ye Wuque, and she had been brooding over this matter for many years.

She is the daughter of Murong Changqing, the princess of the Murong family. She has privately approached Murong Changqing countless times to ask him to withdraw his engagement with Ye Wuque, but she has never succeeded. With each failure, Murong Binglan's disgust for Ye Wuque has accumulated.

She believes that the reason for her failure must be that Ye Wuque is unwilling to cancel the engagement with her, and Ye Wuque is still fantasizing about waiting until he is eighteen years old to marry her.

Others cannot interfere in the matter of the engagement. Even though she hates and resents Ye Wuque in her heart, Murong Binglan still has no way to deal with it until Murong Tian appears. Murong Binglan

has a good impression of Murong Tian, ​​her brother. His talent is obvious to the whole Murong family, and he is also handsome. In addition, Murong Tian deliberately pleases her from time to time. Murong Binglan's heart has long been tied to Murong Tian, ​​and Murong Tian also naturally stated that he would help her cancel the engagement with Ye Wuque.

That’s why the scene on the martial arts field happened. However, man proposes, God disposes. Although everything went as hoped, the humiliation, unwillingness, madness, etc. that Murong Binglan had expected from Ye Wuque did not appear. Instead, she was relieved and happy. She even asked Murong Changqing to withdraw the engagement.

In front of everyone, Ye Wuque’s words made Murong Binglan almost faint. Her hatred for Ye Wuque reached its peak. Who would have thought that this young man who had been useless for ten years would dare to challenge Brother Tian.

Although everyone thought that this was just a meaningless resistance by Ye Wuque after being forced, Murong Binglan didn’t think so. She thought that this was a disgusting way for Ye Wuque to cancel the engagement, disgusting her, Murong Binglan.

"Ye Wuque, a waste like you dared to humiliate me in person, and even dared to challenge Brother Tian. Today, I will let you know what regret is!"

There was a chill in her eyes, and her thoughts were surging in her heart. Murong Binglan's playful smile slowly turned into a sneer. She wanted to watch Ye Wuque being trampled on the ground like a dead dog.

"Have you laughed enough? Either fight or get out of the way. It's so unlucky that a good dog doesn't block the road early in the morning."

While everyone was laughing, Ye Wuque slowly spoke, slowly lowered his raised right fist, stood with his hands behind his back, and became calm and indifferent again. The glory and sharpness just now seemed to have disappeared, but his pair of bright eyes were still clear. The breeze blew, and the black martial arts shirt fluttered slightly. The young man was independent and his temperament was free and easy.

In Murong Hai's eyes, Ye Wuque at this moment was filled with an aura that people could not see through. Compared with the unruly and domineering attitude when he challenged Murong Tian in the martial arts field yesterday, the current Ye Wuque gave him a feeling of being unfathomable.

As if he was shocked by his own thoughts, Murong Hai restrained his smile, glanced at Ye Wuque, his expression slowly became cold, his muscular body knotted, his fists slightly raised, a trace of malice flashed in his eyes.

"Yesterday in the martial arts arena, I was afraid that I would accidentally kill you if I hit you too hard, so I defeated you in three moves. Since you said that you can blow me up with three punches, I won't show mercy today." "

Boom" "Buzz"

"Watch this! Earthly Evil Tiger Fist!"

The blood roared, the Yuan force vibrated, Murong Hai's body suddenly jumped up, his tall body rushed forward three steps, his right fist clenched, and with a loud shout, a faint tiger roar roared up, and behind him appeared a ten-foot-long tiger image, the blood and qi penetrated the skin, flesh, and tendons, and Murong Hai, who had entered the eighth level of body forging and bone refining, would not show mercy!

"Roar!"

The stone slabs under his feet shattered, and he turned into a tiger coming down the mountain. Murong Hai punched Ye Wuque straight, and the surging fist made the void ring!

"The middle-grade unique skill, the Earthly Evil Tiger Fist? Murong Hai thinks too highly of Fei Wuque, right?"

"It's a waste to use the Earthly Evil Tiger Fist against a rubbish like Fei Wuque who is only at the fifth level of body forging!" "

Who said it wasn't! But Fei Wuque deserves it, he is good at talking! I think Fei Wuque will have to lie in bed for three months with this punch."

The five or six-year-old Murong disciples were a little surprised to see that Murong Hai used a middle-grade unique skill at the first move. They didn't understand why Murong Hai would be so serious just to teach a little Fei Wuque a lesson.

The red lips sneered continuously, and only Murong Binglan, who crossed her arms, could vaguely see that Murong Hai seemed to be not just simply teaching Ye Wuque a lesson.

"Lie down!"

With Murong Hai's loud shout, a trace of malice flashed in his eyes without disguising it. His fist had already collapsed within ten feet of Ye Wuque's body!

Ye Wuque still stood quietly, his eyes remained calm. As Murong Hai made a move, his right hand slowly clenched into a fist and slowly raised it from behind. At the moment when Murong Hai's fist was about to hit him, Ye Wuque punched him without any flattery.

In Murong Binglan's eyes full of satisfaction, Murong Hai, who was like a tiger, and Ye Wuque's fists slammed into one place!

Instantly, the sound of fists clashing spread out!

"Bang"

But in the next moment, a look of disbelief flashed across Murong Binglan's beautiful face! "

How is this possible?     "     The same words echoed in Murong Hai's mind, but his expression was even uglier than Murong Binglan's, because he felt a strange but extremely terrifying power from the ordinary fist of the young man opposite him! "Squeak, squeak, squeak" The soles of his feet rubbed violently against the stone slabs. Murong Hai was retreating at

the     same     speed as when he attacked Ye Wuque before. He tried his best to control his body shape, but the strange force made it impossible for him to do so!     "Deng, squeak, squeak"     After retreating six steps, Murong Hai stopped, and coincidentally stopped at the place where he stood at the beginning.     After the two fists collided, Murong Hai retreated six steps!

Ye Wuque, on the other hand, didn't even shake. The sound of

"hissing"

people sucking in cold air kept ringing out, and the expressions of the five or six Murong disciples changed drastically, and they could hardly believe their eyes.

"This, this, this! What did I see? Fei Wuque forced Murong Hai to retreat with one punch?"

"Is this an illusion? The strength of the Earthly Evil Tiger Fist is that it gathers the whole body's strength into the two fists, and can hit with a force twice that of the body, but Fei Wuque didn't even shake his body? This... How is this possible?"

"Could it be that Murong Hai showed mercy?"

Murong Binglan, who had been crossing her arms, flashed with disbelief in her beautiful eyes, and then looked at Murong Hai. She wanted to know what was going on?

Trembling.

Murong Binglan immediately found that Murong Hai's right arm was shaking. It was obvious that the punch just now was not a deliberate act or mercy, but that he was really forced back by that useless boy with one punch!

The expression on his face changed drastically. Murong Hai stared at the boy opposite him with his eyes wide open. The scar on his left cheek almost began to swell with blood. Feeling the pain and numbness in his right arm, Murong Hai was struck by lightning!

"The power of the holy way of fighting spirit is really exciting."

Muttering in a voice that only he could hear, Ye Wuque looked at his right fist, and his calm eyes became excited the next moment, as sharp as a knife!

"Ye Wuque! You are not the fifth level of body forging! You are the sixth level of body forging!"

A voice full of doubts came from Murong Hai's mouth. The shock in his heart was beyond words. Through the punch just now, he suddenly discovered that Ye Wuque's cultivation was not the fifth level of body forging, but the sixth level of body forging.

But just yesterday, Ye Wuque was only the fifth level of body forging.

No, it should be said that in the past ten years, Ye Wuque has always been the fifth level of body forging.

But this is still not the point. The point is that Ye Wuque, who was in the sixth level of body forging, defeated himself who had already advanced to the eighth level of bone refining with one punch. This is what Murong Hai couldn't believe.

A challenge across two realms?

How is this possible?

"I don't believe it! It was just a coincidence! I don't believe it! How could I, Murong Hai, be forced back by a waste! Earthly Evil Tiger Fist! Tiger smashes the world!"

"Roar"

A huge roar of a tiger roared from behind Murong Hai, his eyes turned scarlet, Murong Hai stepped on the spot with his right foot, and the whole person soared into the sky, and the tiger behind him opened his head and swallowed him!

The tragic momentum emerged from Murong Hai. When Ye Wuque's punch forced him back, Murong Hai finally stopped holding back, and mobilized his whole body to perform the killing move of the Earthly Evil Tiger Fist!

"Roar"

It was like a gust of bloody wind blowing in the face. Murong Hai turned into a ferocious tiger. His fists were like tiger claws, falling from the sky and tearing towards Ye Wuque!

The fluctuation of the eighth level of physical forging made Murong Binglan and five or six Murong disciples present change their faces. It was obvious that Murong Hai's strength was still extremely strong.

"Earth Evil Tiger Fist? Unfortunately, I can do it too. This is the second punch! Tiger Shatters the World!"

A loud shout was like a muffled thunder. As Murong Hai made a move, Ye Wuque, who was originally standing still, had an inexplicable look in his eyes and a stern face. The holy fighting spirit in his body surged, the origin of the holy law in his dantian jumped, the golden and red blood surged, and a magical power gushed out endlessly, as if the thunder in the sky had stirred the fire on the ground, and earth-shaking changes had taken place.

"Buzz" "Boom"

With his legs slightly bent, he stirred up the fighting spirit in his body, and the golden and red blood surged. Ye Wuque also stepped on the ground with his feet, and the image of a tiger also appeared behind him,

swallowing him up. Unlike the colorful tiger that Murong Hai turned into, Ye Wuque turned into a golden tiger! The golden tiger head roared, and Ye Wuque looked at the colorful tiger that fell from the sky and attacked him. His four claws seemed to step on the void and stepped up to the sky!

The two tiger roared continuously, and the Yuanli poured in all directions. In an instant, the two tigers collided with each other!

"Bang"

"Roar" "Boom"

The entire surrounding five feet was filled with light golden Yuanli. Others could not see it. Only the two tiger roars were endless, as if they were fighting together, and the momentum was terrifying!

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a tiger roared with pain and unwillingness, and then in Murong Binglan's eyes, a huge tiger image shot down, and before it landed, a "crack" sound was heard, and the tiger image shattered, and a figure in the middle fell to the ground in a very embarrassed manner! Her beautiful eyes were

wide open, and her bright red lips were bitten white by her pearly teeth. The extremely embarrassed figure fell into her eyes, and it was Murong Hai!

"Bang"

His feet stepped firmly on the ground. The emptiness and pain from his body made Murong Hai almost unable to stand up straight. At this moment, he stroked his chest with his left hand, his face was pale, and his scar kept shaking. His eyes looked at the figure in the sky. What flashed in his eyes was no longer bloody and unwilling, but a deep fear and a trace of fear.

"Buzz"

The fist force tore through the diffused Yuanli, and Ye Wuque's figure reappeared, his eyes like lightning, sweeping towards Murong Hai, and the whole person was also falling, with a handsome face, a strong body, and a majestic aura. At this moment, Ye Wuque was like a god of war!

"Murong Hai, there is a third punch, let's see if I can blow you up!"

"Buzz"

As soon as Ye Wuque's right foot touched the ground, he took advantage of the force to step forward, raised his right fist again, and the whole person was like wind and lightning, attacking Murong Hai at a high speed!

The fist force was surging, and the void suddenly sounded!

Feeling the domineering and sharpness of this punch, Murong Hai's fear in his eyes became stronger, and he actually had the idea of ​​​​running away in his heart. But he glanced at Murong Binglan and found that the latter was extremely shocked, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her beautiful eyes stared at Ye Wuque, as if she had seen a ghost.

"Ye Wuque!"

These three words burst out of his mouth, and Murong Hai's eyes flashed with a sinister look. He suppressed the idea of ​​escaping, mobilized all the energy in his body, and shook his blood. He clenched his right hand into a fist and punched in the direction of Ye Wuque's attack!

"Bang"

there was another sound of two fists intersecting. Ye Wuque's eyes were extremely sharp. Murong Hai's body was shocked first, and then his face turned red.

"Puff"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Murong Hai's body rolled back. This time he could no longer control his body shape, and fell straight to the stone floor. The huge force and inertia made his body continue to roll backwards, and rolled all the way to Murong Binglan.

"Puff"

he couldn't help but spurt out another mouthful of blood, but this mouthful of blood sprayed on Murong Binglan's red skirt. At this time, Murong Hai lay in front of Murong Binglan like a dead dog, his face was extremely pale, but he didn't even have the strength to get up.

Murong Binglan's pretty face was pale, and the murderous aura in her eyes had long disappeared, but a touch of disbelief and fear surged up. She looked at Ye Wuque, who had regained his calm and quiet state again, and her heart was like a huge wave that could not be calmed down.

The five or six Murong disciples standing behind Murong Binglan almost had weak legs, dry throats, and couldn't say a word. Their expressions were full of fear.

Ye Wuque stood calmly with his bright eyes as calm as water. He looked at Murong Hai who was trying desperately to get up and said calmly: "I said I would blow you up with three punches. I will blow you up with three punches."

Then he took a step and walked straight towards the direction where Murong Binglan was.

"Ye Wuque! What do you want to do? This lady warns you, don't mess around! Otherwise..."

Murong Binglan's cold and pale face flashed a trace of panic when she noticed that Ye Wuque was walking towards her. Murong Hai, who was at the eighth level of body forging and bone refining, couldn't even take three punches from Ye Wuque. It was even more impossible for her to be Ye Wuque's opponent with the seventh level of body forging.

Her full chest trembled violently. Seeing Ye Wuque walking towards her step by step with an expressionless face, Murong Binglan tried her best to calm herself down, but when her eyes swept over Murong Hai who was struggling like a dead dog, Murong Binglan couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.

However, Ye Wuque just quietly walked past Murong Binglan, and even from beginning to end, he didn't even look at the darling of the Murong family.

Ignore.

Ye Wuque's actions fell into Murong Binglan's eyes, and the humiliation and resentment in her heart rolled up again, intensifying!

The emotions seemed to have reached an extreme and suppressed the fear in her heart. Murong Binglan suddenly turned around and shouted at Ye Wuque's back: "Ye Wuque! You waste! Just wait, wait for Brother Tian to step on you in a month!"

Murong Binglan's words naturally reached Ye Wuque's ears, but he did not stop, only a pair of eyes were sharp.

"Murong Tian? Haha, I really can't wait."

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