Becoming a God Starting from a Water Monkey

The compacted yellow mud ground was broken into fist-sized lumps. The midday sun shone brightly on the martial arts arena. Fine dust flew in the beam of light, rising and falling in the rapid breathing.

Human figures overlapped, and I don’t know how many people clung to the wall of the martial arts arena.

It was completely silent.

Lan Tai lowered his head, and there was a swaying shadow under his feet. He turned his head to look at his master and found that Pang Qinghe had no expression on his face, or rather, he was so dull that he couldn’t make any lively expression.

The junior brother lost.

In a fist fight, either one side crushed and hit back strongly! Or bounced off each other and both retreated!

They would never stick together like now.

Then there was only one possibility, Liang Qu’s control of strength was far better than Kou Zhuang! His upper body was not knocked back by the beating, but was dissipating strength!

Using distance to exchange strength, sticking to Kou Zhuang’s fist, and then violently pressing back in the posture of Tiebanqiao!

Absolute crushing of skills and brute force!

With just one punch, the junior brother lost completely!

Lan Tai looked at the grinning young man on the field and felt dry in his mouth.

The opponent did it on purpose, just to get rid of all the fancy tricks.

The junior brother is extremely strong, like a giant, so he will compete with the junior brother in strength!

Show everyone the most visually impactful and fierce fight!

Liang Qu is more than a head worse than Kou Zhuang, but he used his fists to suppress him, forcing the opponent to look up at himself!

What you come and I, punch and kick.

If the opponent comes to challenge, he must crush it back with the most powerful attitude.

Those scholars, farmers, young masters, and masters outside can't understand the dangers of the fight. They only know that whoever has more strength is strong!

Liang Qu is very strong now!

Absolutely strong!

Yang Dongxiong stroked his beard with a smile on his face.

Xu Zishuai bit off the grass stems one by one, humming: "Born with strong bones, infinite strength, the second level is comparable to the fourth level martial artist, born extraordinary, but it's a pity that it's comparable to the fourth level, not surpassing.

Junior Brother Liang is a real natural martial artist, the second level is stronger than the fourth level! This big guy, what a pity."

"Ah!"

Kou Zhuang's eyes were red, his forehead was sweating, and his arms were shaking.

He stretched out his hand again, but was intercepted by Liang Qu halfway. The palms collided, and an imperceptible shock wave rose in the air.

The yellow dust flew along the cross section and rolled out along the ground.

The two sides turned into iron bulls and kept wrestling, but one had a stake under his feet, and no matter how the other crushed the ground, it was useless.

Dragon tendons and tiger bones, tendons as big as dragons, bones as strong as tigers, infinite energy, unlimited power, dragging nine bulls backwards, unstoppable!

Liang Qu exhaled a long breath from his mouth and nose, and his feet pulled out of the ground. His body was full of big tendons like a python, which provided him with explosive power. His bones were like copper and iron, and they were extremely strong and powerful. He pushed Kou Zhuang forward step by step.

Kou Zhuang wanted to get away, but he couldn't get out at all.

The two-meter-tall man was pushed back by Liang Qu alone. The audience outside the wall was excited, and the apprentices in the martial arts hall cheered loudly.

The scholar on the wall was so excited that he took out the silver ingot in his arms and threw it into the courtyard wall.

Fighting bare-chested, Liang Qu was too lazy to play tricks.

The clothes were the most ordinary cloth clothes, and they burst in the fierce twisting of blood and qi with just one punch.

The torn cloth strips hung on the thick belt, revealing an extremely strong upper body, with a broad chest and strong muscles, but not lumpy, and the lines were as smooth as flowing water.

The primitive wildness came to his face.

Several female apprentices in the martial arts hall covered their eyes, but couldn't help but peek through a crack, even the ones brought by Pang Qinghe did the same.

But who was the most excited among the people present was undoubtedly Li Libo and Chen Jiechang who were hugging each other.

They watched Liang Qu go from a small fisherman to where he is today step by step!

"Brother Shui is awesome!!!"

Kou Zhuang felt dizzy. In the six months of martial arts training, his master praised him for his extraordinary talent, and every fellow apprentice said that he was extremely powerful and a natural martial artist.

Huazhu County couldn't stay any longer, and everyone had high hopes for this competition.

Can't lose, can't lose!

More powerful power erupted from Kou Zhuang, and his muscles bulged.

Liang Qu's steps froze, but he would not indulge Kou Zhuang. He suddenly pulled his arms back to his chest, twisted his body, and kicked Kou Zhuang on the side of his waist.

The airflow brought by the toes screamed and whipped in the air like a whip.

Kou Zhuang tried to block it with his hand, but he couldn't stop it at all.

The terrifying power vented out like a flood, spreading from his arms, shoulders, back, waist and abdomen.

Kou Zhuang's muscles trembled like water waves, the tension trembled continuously, and finally exploded together.

It was like throwing a stone into a lake, splashing water.

His whole body flew into the air, and finally fell to the ground, rolling continuously.

The apprentices behind him retreated one after another, and Kou Zhuang stopped rolling after rubbing the ground and hitting the stone pillar.

After kicking a small giant away, the apprentices of Master Yang's martial arts hall blushed, and felt a surge of excitement in their chests.

Ordinary people also rarely see this scene, and their hearts are surging.

He is worthy of being Master Yang's disciple!

Awesome!!

Some villagers from Yixing Town ran sixteen miles to watch the competition, shouting Liang Qu's name.

Kou Zhuang covered his waist and abdomen, and all his facial features wrinkled together.

The severe pain spread along the tendons, bones, blood and flesh like a python biting a person.

But he held his breath and stood up again.

Liang Qu stood there, frowning slightly.

Born with martial bones, martial arts masters, the gap between the two sides was huge, whether in terms of skills or strength.

Seeing that the opponent's master was still polite, he held back, otherwise he would have kicked the opponent on the head just now.

If you are so ignorant, you should have designated a venue if you had known earlier, and you would have lost if you qualified.

Kou Zhuang readjusted his breathing, physical strength, internal breath, and blood energy, and pushed them all to the extreme.

The ground sunk, the giant descended from the sky, and struck again.

Liang Qu rushed towards each other almost at the same time. His right hand was like lightning, slashing out horizontally and hitting Kou Zhuang's elbow to block. His left hand turned into a fist and slashed towards Kou Zhuang's neck. His momentum suddenly exploded.

With his inner breath surging, Kou Zhuang shrank his body and put his hands in front of him. Regardless of the bone-breaking pain, he knocked Liang Qu's left hand away, stretched out his right arm, grabbed Liang Qu's shoulder, and tried to hit him sideways.

Unexpectedly, Liang Qu stopped his hand in time, pressed Kou Zhuang's right arm with his palm, and pinned it easily under his armpit. Centering his whole body on this, he stepped into the ground with his left foot, and his right foot rose into the sky like a dragon, kicking Kou Zhuang's neck to the side, almost It is necessary to separate from the body, and the feet are even off the ground.

Kou Zhuang was flying in the air, and Liang Qu punched him like an arrow, hitting him several times, and finally kicked him away again with a side kick.

With force rising from the ground, Kou Zhuang was like a flying catkin or a torn rag doll. He weakly followed the strong wind, bounced against the ground, and hit the stone pillar again.

Blood mixed with sweat splashed out, the stone pillars cracked with finger-width cracks, and white ash fell down.

The onlookers cheered loudly, and there were screams and shouts like mountains and tsunamis.

After a few months, Liang Qu was no longer the Wu Xia Ameng who wielded his fists with brute force, and the opponent's attempts to get closer didn't work at all.

Kou Zhuang fell to the ground spinning around, swallowing a large mouthful of dust in his breath, which stuck to the mucous membrane of his throat. He wanted to cough, but there was no breath in his heart.

Liang Qu kicked him straight in the chest with his last kick, knocking his breath away completely.

He was like an angry bull, but what he hit was the boundless sea, with only a small splash of water.

"Dazhuang, that's it. Let's admit defeat."

Pang Qinghe suddenly spoke up.

He has already understood that Liang Qu is by no means an ordinary person, and there is a high probability that he has real martial arts in him.

In every prefecture and prefecture, they encountered a talent that had been hard to come by in decades, and they had no choice but to pinch their noses to recognize him.

"I haven't lost yet."

Kou Zhuang gasped and gritted his teeth before speaking out.

When he was born, he weighed 12 pounds and 6 taels. His mother suffered from severe labor bleeding and the midwife used a polished stone knife to rupture her abdomen to survive.

When I was nine years old, my father went hunting in the mountains and was hit on the head by a falling rock. When he was found, he had been chewed to pieces by wild wolves.

When he was twelve years old and grew to five feet five, all the children in the village regarded him as a monster. The villagers said that he was a broom star who killed his mother when he was born and his father when he grew up.

When there was a severe drought around him when he was fifteen years old, Mr. Li said that he had offended God and wanted to atone for the villagers' sins. He hitched a plow and plowed the land from house to house like an animal every day.

Later, the bandits came. They killed the villagers, liberated Kou Zhuang, and wanted him to kill people. The master passed by and rescued him. He taught him martial arts and said that he was not a monster and that his talent was given by God. one's gift.

Finally, I can finally do something to help my master and brothers.

"How can we lose, how can we lose, how can we lose!"

Kou Zhuang spat out a mouthful of blood, put his arms on the ground, his knuckles turned white, pinched the gap between the stone pillars, and stood up unsteadily.

The dust was stirred up by the airflow, and the breath turned into a whirlwind that kept rising and falling.

The blood vessels on his neck protruded like thin red snakes, pulsing constantly. Kou Zhuang's whole body turned red, almost oozing blood!

For a moment, the applauding audience fell silent, shocked by the terrifying will and even more difficult to understand.

If you get up again, you will really be beaten to death. Isn't it just a sparring match?

Liang Qu was surprised.

What's going on, sit-ups?

Am I a villain?

Then he noticed a flash of black shadow in front of him, and when he came to his senses, Kou Zhuang disappeared.

Pang Qinghe stood on the sidelines, hugging his disciple with one hand, and slapped Kou Zhuang on the back of the head, knocking him unconscious.

"This time, we admit defeat."