Vol 3 Chapter 265: Fist style

Guan Ziqi's muscles were very scary. When he was lucky, the airbags swam around, like a living mouse swimming inside.
This also indirectly illustrates the terrible body of Guan Ziqi.
But Feng Hao didn't seem to talk about people's attention at all. How big is this?
Guan Ziqi was despised by Feng Hao, and he ran away at that time. He was striding, and both legs stepped into the stone bricks.
He hammered his chest twice and exclaimed: "Come on, let me paralyze on the bed with your style of fist ..."
"Haha, don't say that, in case Feng Keqing didn't do it, didn't you hit his face?"
"Haha, that's interesting!"
The disciples of Wushenzong onlookers all laughed.
They all feel that Feng Hao is blowing up the sky, and still fisting?
Even if the elder elder Xuan Tianji takes a shot, he may not be able to paralyze people by relying on the fist ...
Valkyrie suzerain gazed at the sidelines.
He knew a bit about Feng Hao, and wasn't just a big talker.
Feng Hao's means before him turned decay into magic. Based on this, Feng Hao is absolutely very human.
Yang Yan and the dog turned around and covered their eyes, fearing that they would see a scene.
Facing the mockery of Wushen disciples, Feng Hao only smiled lightly and said, "The frog at the bottom of the well."
Wow!
As soon as the voice fell to the ground, Feng Hao rushed directly to the side, and the unicorn arm of his right hand showed, and the air was twisted by the hammer.
Huh!
At that moment, the eyebrows of the Emperor Valkyrie leaped wildly, and several elders even opened their mouths wide enough to hold a duck egg.
This punch really seems to be the same thing.
Guan Ziqi was still sneering, but when Feng Hao fist came, he felt as if the world had collapsed.
Before the punch came to his eyes, he found that the only pants on his body were blown by the wind.
All that left was that pair of underpants.
Feng Hao's fist approached again, and the air was compressed to the extreme.
"how is this possible……"
Guan Ziqi's heart was beating at the time, and he was about to learn to meow. He was so scared that he just wanted to pull his two legs out of the crack in the stone brick.
Hum!
Feng Hao's fist hovered directly in front of Guan Ziqi's head.
The strong wind made everyone faintly see that Guan Ziqi's soul seemed to be blown away.
Behind Guan Ziqi, the floor tiles shattered into a in a straight line.
puff!
Guan Ziqi was spitting blood out of his mouth. At that moment, he felt Feng Hao's fist, like a smashing mountain.
The five internal organs seem to have shifted.
His bottoms were now rotten by the scorching wind, and his majesty was cold, and then he swooped and collapsed on the ground.
"..."
Silent, deadly silence.
Disciples of Wushen Sect, who had laughed at Feng Hao, had a stiff expression, an expression that had eaten thousands of piles of fly feces.
They were scared.
At first they thought Feng Hao was bragging, but Guan Ziqi, the fourth-grade Wuzong, was still the strong one.
The entire Wushen sect ranks among the disciples of Wupin Sect, and there are only a hundred of them.
But now, he is really beaten down by Feng Hao's fist, like the same mud.
Xuan Tianji scrambled up to investigate, and was shocked at the time: "The five internal organs and six concubines were shifted, at least for the first half of the year ..."
"Wow!"
There was a sudden uproar in the crowd, and the Wushen disciples, who had laughed at Feng Hao, were anxious to find a place to drill into.
Can't afford it, can't afford it!
"In his right hand, there is a force that is not inferior to the second emperor Wuhuang ..."
Valkyrie Suzerain made his judgment.
No wonder he couldn't see Feng Hao's cultivation behavior. It turned out to be a right-handed talented warrior, which was not bad.
Barely can participate in the race outside the lost city.
"Give him a place!"
The voice of the Emperor Wusong was given to Xuan Tianji. After all, Feng Hao's talents were supernatural, as if those four-grade Wuzong could not help him.
Unless the elders of Neizong took the shot, he could suppress Fenghao.
Xuan Tianji didn't expect Feng Hao to be so aggressive. He coughed twice to resolve the embarrassment, and said in a straightforward way: "Guan Ziqi failed the challenge, but who else challenges it?"
Wow!
At that time, those vassal disciples of Wushen Sect stepped back immediately.
Even Guan Ziqi, a fourth-grade Wuzong, was only paralyzed by the fist wind. Their foreign disciples were against the sky again, and they did not dare to go up to give people ...
"Can't think Feng Haoran is so powerful?"
"He should be a stranger. The fist in his right hand is very scary. It may also be that the country injected a drop of blood from the Lord of Shura in his right hand ..."
The members of the dragon group were taken aback.
Feng Hao's method was just too scary. When he punched out, when the air was compressed, it was like the car was whistling.
"This Chinese wind is terrible, Vladimir, aren't you saying you want to his blood?"
The foreign powerhouse looked at Vladimir.
"Fuck, I'm your aunt, there is Auf Bichi!"
Vladimir was soaring at that time, wasn't this special that pushed him to the opposite side of Fenghao?
I did not see Feng Haoran's fist style paralyzed the powerful Wu Zong strong man. It was obviously not difficult to deal with him.
"Do n’t bother. Everyone is a league elite. Practice is the king. Did n’t hear them say that there are more opportunities now. Take it ... we say the strongest."
The powerhouses of several countries have formed alliances, as if they were born incompatible with Huaxia.
When the league did not say hello to the Huaxia Dragons.
...
"No one else?"
Xuan Tianji was a little disappointed. He also wanted to see how the fists of Fenghao would wipe out those elite disciples.
It is a pity that no one came out, as if they were very afraid of Xiu Fenghao's cultivation.
However, Xuan Tianji feels that Feng Hao has no support for repair, and this fist style can only be performed once or twice.
Maybe for the third time.
Actually ... most people have the same idea as Xuan Tianji, but no one wants to be the second person.
Even if Feng Hao's fist style weakened the second time, the second person to challenge him would be paralyzed for at least three months.
Very bad, OK?
Therefore, most of the disciples of Wushen Sect dispersed, worried that they might cause a commotion.
"Since there is no one, this place is even windy ..."
After all, Xuan Tianji gave the place to Feng Hao, and Yang Jian who swept the floor and the dog hit a punch with joy.
As long as Feng Hao is there, they don't have to worry about their lives even if they are not high enough. Feng Di will definitely protect them.
At the same time, because of Feng Hao's demonstrated strength this time, the disciples of Wushen Zong saw him and shouted ‘Feng Keqing’ politely.
Three days later, the Emperor Wushen and the elders and second elders of the Neizong appeared at the gate of the mountain and planned to go to the ruins of the lost city of the Daxia Empire.