Chapter 1563: One hundred and forty one

Chapter 1563 Chapter 141: Power and Skill
The stands around the Zonghenggu arena were quiet, and every member of the Wang clan remained silent.
Since ancient times, the establishment of an ethical order in the family has been the top priority, but the new generation provokes the predecessors but no one speaks out, which in itself is a kind of support.
Young people are always forgetful. You can't ask a group of twenty generations to remember the history of ten years or more.
Wang Chan is just a simple name for them, although Wang Chan walked around the world and gave the Wang family a big face.
But for this kind of thing, the sad wine is not allowed to fail. Once it fails, how high it once was, it will fall again.
Holding the Tiannan heavy weapon in his hand, he was beaten by a casual cultivator and his gong body was on the verge of shattering. In the end, he had to ask the ancestor Dharma body to retrieve a life-saving son.
Regarding this group of teenagers who were at most ten years old at the time, they didn't care how many causes and consequences were in it, but they only knew that Wang Chan's failure had kept these teenagers up for a long time.
Why is the body of the other family undefeated? It must be our defeated person. Isn't it because it is not strong enough?
Holding a breath in their hearts and then growing, when they have the power, they will unconsciously think, if I were the son of the Wang family, this would never be the case.
Wang Tu, a 27-year-old new Taoist son with a full face, pointed to the predecessor on the stage and said: "The Fierce Blade God Armor was on the side but was killed by an unknown Sanxiu. How can your Wang Chan deserve the name of the Son of Heaven?"
This young man who is extremely confident in his own strength wants to use this battle to let the people of Zonghenggu understand that it is not that Wang's martial arts is weaker than other factions, but that Taoist Wang Chan's skills are not as good as others.
In the eyes of the cold like a knife, Wang Tu declared war and defeated him.
Faced with the reckless challenge of trusting Daozi, Wang Chan looked as usual, but his heart blossomed with joy.
At this time, returning from his injury, he desperately needed an opportunity to prove to the family that he was still the warrior with the posture of a saint king, and still one of the four most dominant young people.
What better way to stand for power than to point out the new Daozi?
Wang Chan smiled and stood up, jumping down from the stand with his clothes fluttering and standing in front of the young Daozi.
The young Daozi, who thought he had seized the opportunity to activate his blood, turned into a giant ape with white head, bare feet and flames of hair.
The thick arms like stone pillars form the secret seal of escape, and the low and majestic roar resounds through the world.
Prosperity, soldiers, fighting, who, all, array, row, in, front.
The brilliance of the Nine Secrets of Dunjia turned into a mysterious infusion of the great ape power body, and Wang Tu's fists went out together, as if thundering thunder.
In a face-to-face battle situation like the arena battle, physical training is very advantageous, and the continuous offensive can interrupt the construction of any complex spiritual skill model, let alone the formation.
At this distance, Zhu Wei, who was strengthened by Dun Jia, took the lead, and in the eyes of the Wang family disciples in the stands, the result was already very clear.
"Zhu Wei's blood, Dunjia Xiaocheng?"
Facing the powerful offensive of Zhu Wei's double fists like rain, Wang Chan floated between the shadows of fists like fallen leaves, and the ring was blown up by the fist wind, but it seemed like a stroll in the courtyard.
The plot is not right, the young disciples of the Wang family in the stands looked at each other, Mingming Wang Zen majored in Yin and Yang imperial arts in the same formation. How could this be?
Amidst the rumbling fists, Wang Chan spoke quietly, but the low voice spread throughout the Zonglong Valley, and everyone's expressions changed.
"If physical martial arts can compare to someone with greater strength and thick skin, then this skill will really fall apart."
"See it, real physical skills!"
The brilliance of the Nine Secrets of Dun Jia in the shadow of Zhu Yanquan blooms, the eyes of the young man walking in the courtyard are like knives, and the blood flowing in the meridians, the roar of the tiger and leopard thunder suppresses the thunderous fist.
Wang Chan turned from defense to offense, and the young man in dungeon armor had the capital to fight with the giant ape, and then the fist and shadow tore the wind, like a shooting star in the sky.
Compared with Zhu Fei's huge body, Wang Chan can be said to be slender, but when the fists buzzing with tiger and leopard thunder sound, they always make ferocious Zhu Fei wailing.
"What's the joke, Zhu Wei's bloodline is invulnerable, and he has the blessing of the Nine Secrets. Even the middle-rank of the Profound Realm's spiritual skills can hardly hurt him. How could this fist make Zhu Wei retreat again and again?"
"Impossible, I must have a hallucination, it must be!"
In the stands, there are many young disciples of the Wang family who feel that the worldview is disillusioned, but some of them are slightly older and can see some ways.
If Wang Tu’s Zhu Wei body is the ultimate strength, then Wang Chan is the pinnacle of skill.
There is an old saying among practitioners of physical exercises that it makes no sense to practice if you do not practice Qi;
The so-called qi and gong are internalized strength. Wang Tu naturally understands this truth. From his fist-like combo, it can be seen that this person's vigor is not low.
But things like strength and weakness are all contrasted. The so-called strength is the power generated by controlling the body.
Wang Tu's physical skills are very talented, but after all he is too young, and more importantly, the potential of Zhu Wei's bloodline is too strong.
If Zhu Wei's power is one hundred, then Wang Tu can now fully grasp only forty.
Wang Chan is at the other extreme. His own strength is up to ten compared to Zhu Wei, but after Dun Jia's strengthening and strength amplification, his power cannot be underestimated.
Don't look at Zhu Fei's fist trembling like thunder, it was because of the power overflowing, and Wang Chan seemed to have no pyrotechnic fists, but every blow was a combination of several strengths and all burst into Wang Tu's body.
That is to say, Zhu Wei's bloodline is really tyrannical, and if he changes to any other one, he may be beaten to death by two or three punches by Wang Chan.
It is said that the authorities are fans and the bystanders are clear, but in the contest between physical skills, only one knows the strength after passing the hand.
For example, Wang Tu, who was completely exploded in the skill stage at this time, was extremely aggrieved. He started to take the lead when he came up. It was to ensure the continuity of the continuous fight. Such a that cannot be turned over.
Unable to completely control Zhu Wei's power, he is now the meat on the chopping board.
Although frustrated, he also knew in his heart that the opening of Zhu's bloodline was still suppressed. If it did not open, the result would only be even more dismal. The opponent's attainments in strength are like a master of immersion for decades, but What Wang Chan is better at is obviously the formation method, isn't it?
In other words, the opponent just uses the physical skills that he is not so good at to complete his suppression
Is this the strength of the Four Little Saint Kings?
If Wang Chan's strength is so strong, then what kind of character is Goochen, the demon Lord who almost killed him?
Zhu Nian in the ring was skeptical of life, but the high-ranking Wang family on the ring was surprised by Wang Chan's performance.
"Master Gu, do you see Wang Chan's accomplishments in body art?"
The old man with a few raised sarcomas on his forehead squinted at Wang Chan, who had the upper hand, and said lightly: "Under the master, it's hard to resist."
(End of this chapter)