Chapter 760: sixty-four

Chapter 760 Chapter 64: Finale
There seem to be a lot of more than twenty square ring, but one punch is finished quickly. If the entire Bifangshan platform is a banquet with a hundred colorful lights, then at this moment, only one lone light is still on.
The three Longxi team members were already standing behind Tang Luo, and Xiao Ziyu looked at Bu Lin on the stage with piercing gazes.
"Would you like to go first?" Tang Luo tentatively asked, looking at Xiao Ziyu's appearance.
"Forget it." Xiao Ziyu glanced at Bu Lin on the stage, and shook his head regretfully: "I have passed his ring several times. This man's martial arts style is too restrained for me. With the dragon spirit blood blessing, I will pay I didn't think about how to win."
"Okay, then I'm on it." Tang Luo handed over the ninety-eight ring-printed shirt to Xiao Ziyu's hand, and stepped onto the ring amidst the humiliating expression of the Wu Shengshan disciple.
Perhaps these outer disciples who are posing on Bifang Mountain can't think of why Wusheng Mountain, the holy land of human race, has fallen into a weak position. Looking at Tang Luo's picking and picking appearance, it seems like choosing vegetables in the vegetable market. By heart, this humiliation, nowhere has these outer sect Tianjiao experienced.
But even if they are defeated by a punch, how can they vent their anger, they can only bow their heads with clenched fists, and it is not too late to meditate in their hearts for ten years.
But Bu Lin, the master of the Du Miao Race, didn't have so much worries. Looking at Tang Luo, there seemed to be a sulphur gas squirting from the tip of his nose, and he asked: "When you first came to the Eastern District, I asked you to go to the race. You just came last, why? Lord Lin doesn't speak well?"
Obviously he is a descendant of Bu Sheng’s direct line, but he is full of market spirit when he speaks, with a tall and sturdy figure. If Xu Laoying is the best client Tang Luo has ever met, then this person is him. The best gangster I have ever seen.
"Good food is always put in the end. The strong are usually the finale. I'm just a little surprised. You are in your thirties. You should have been practicing in the inner gate of Wusheng Mountain not long ago. Why are you the master of this session? "Tang Luo stretched his muscles and bones, and asked seriously towards the man on the ring.
"It's your shit, don't think that if you say a few good things, Lord Lin will make your heart soft. You has already been cultivated in a fierce state. What is the ability to bully a group of mortal warriors? It's a punch, shameless!"
With a chuckle, Tang Luo had no intention of arguing. Just like Bu Lin had been using the Transcendence cultivation base to defend the battle, he had never used power beyond the Transcendence Realm to attack, just because of physical problems, his 20,000 yuan Nine thousand points of spiritual power, which is several times stronger than the peak of ordinary transmutation, has created the power of one punch.
And he also understood that Bu Lin said this only to make these inner disciples who have lost their confidence regain their fighting spirit. After all, they can't stop a fighter from the same realm. Anyone will feel depressed, but the realm is different, which is sad. You can get rid of it easily.
After all, if you have a realm as an excuse, anyone can forgive yourself quickly. As for Tang Luo's age, whoever is fair and objective when making excuses for himself should be treated as the opponent's face-to-face skill!
Sure enough, after Bu Lin pierced Tang Luo Xiu's base, the depressed group of outer disciples glowed in their eyes, as if they were alive.
But after all, there were still a few things that were unclear. After hearing that Tang Luo was in a fierce state, they fell into a deeper despair.
Because of Bu Chen's injury, they also took a look at the fight in Xiling six years ago. If the opponent is already fierce at this time, doesn't it mean that they may not be able to catch up for the rest of their lives.
Just like the two people who are cultivating together, there is still a gap slowly, no matter how the latter catches up, the distance is getting farther and farther.
Sometimes the gap in aptitude is more desperate than strength. In fact, every disciple who came to Wushengshan to practice has already discovered that even if they have used all of the day efficiently, their aptitude still separates them one by one. .
When it comes to the level of the descendants of the Holy Land, it is no longer a simple effort and fate, and it will definitely stand out, because everyone here is working hard.
Many people looked at the young Tang Luo on the stage with complex expressions, and didn't understand at all, why this young man who looked only in his early twenties could have such a cultivation level.
And Bu Lin looked at the same door who was no longer depressed on the stage, turned his head and smiled at Tang Luo grinningly: "Didn't it be over with a punch, Lord Lin is here to see how you ended!"
"Really?" Tang Luo asked with a weird expression: "Are you standing still and resisting a punch?"
Bu Lin sneered, holding his chest full of pride and said: "One spit, one nail, you go to inquire, is there anything that Wu Shengshan Lin has said before?"
"In this case, I'm not welcome." Tang Luo injected the spirit power from the soul into the spirit formation in his body, the battle body was immortal, and the firepower was full!
A silver-grey giant several feet high appeared on the Sifang arena, like a hill, the phantom of the mysterious snake and the sky dragon entangled around the giant's arms and roared, the sky suddenly became gloomy, and hundreds of miles of auspicious clouds converged and turned into a basal martial art. It is long and wide, but it has been dazzled by the basalt technique. Four sturdy legs like sky pillars are sticking at the corners of the ring. The abdomen of the mysterious turtle's armor is a mysterious gossip pattern. , Into the silver gray giant's right arm.
Shaoyin's light was blue, and a massive amount of blue light poured into the giant's right arm, causing the originally thick and incredibly long arm to swell again, which looked like a totem cast from a muscle from a distance.
As the silver-gray giant clenched his fist and hooked his right arm, the endless wind was drawn by the power of Shaoyin, and the person who was blowing could hardly open his eyes.
"Gudong Gudong"
It was not the sound of people who were frightened swallowing saliva, but the power of Shaoyin rolling in the thick right arm and blood like a dragon. The silver giant who was ready for work lowered his head and said: "Just this punch, If you resist, I will admit defeat, how about?"
That wave spread all over the place. Just now Xuancheng Bu Lin, who had just spit and nailed himself, raised his head and looked at a fist about the same size as him, and said, "Fuck, are you a fool when you are Lord Lin? What can I do, I want Lao Tzu to get a punch for nothing, how can I think it is so beautiful!"
Strength and body shape are closely related. In other words, there is a deep truth in the reason why body repair regards size as the top secret technique.
Because once physical cultivation breaks through the shackles of a certain power, you will soon find that it will reach a bottleneck. This bottleneck is your physical body, and power is ultimately transmitted through physical media.
And at this time, the body shape became the final competition of the martial arts martial artist. The bigger the body, the greater the strength. This is nothing to repeat at all.
The giant's punch may not seriously injure Bu Lin who has a dragon scale body, but it is enough to fly it into the ring and even penetrate the magic circle.
Bu Lin is not stupid with this kind of bet that must be defeated, so how could he continue because of a little face.
(End of this chapter)