Eternal Reverence

After returning to Canglan Sect, Li Fuchen went straight to the mission hall.

The mission elder stared at Li Fuchen meaningfully, but didn't say anything.

Although he is an elder of the Outer Sect and is in charge of the mission hall of the Outer Sect, it doesn't mean that he can ignore the disciples of the Outer Sect.

The last time I asked Li Fuchen if he found a large amount of snow silver iron ore was already a small violation, this time he would only find himself uncomfortable if he accused the other party of deceiving him.

Before he was sure about the potential of the other party, he didn't want the other party to hate him.

Leaving the mission hall, Li Fuchen breathed a sigh of relief, originally he was worried that the mission elders would trouble him, but nothing happened.

"Thirty-six thousand and eight hundred contribution points should not be enough for me to practice to the third level of red-level combat body."

Li Fuchen's practice of body training is too fast, and at the same time, the speed of consuming resources is also fast. It is not an exaggeration to say that it would not be so fast for someone with the same understanding as him.

To practice body training exercises, understanding is important, and so is will.

The year when his soul was slack made his will extremely strong, so he was able to endure what ordinary people couldn't bear.

"Little bastard, Elder Chen was there last time, so I couldn't do anything to you. This time, I'll see who else can save you."

On the way back, a tyrannical figure stopped Li Fuchen.

Who is it if it is not Zhou Huailong.

He learned from other people that although Li Fuchen didn't go to Canglan Lake again, he seemed to have found a large amount of high-grade ore in a certain mine, and now he was doing well, so he was very unhappy.

"Since you delivered it to your door yourself, it will save me the trouble of finding you."

It is not a gentleman not to avenge a grudge, Li Fuchen is not a saint, Zhou Huailong interrupted his arm, he could not pretend that nothing happened.

"Do you want to die?" Zhou Huailong couldn't believe his ears, a fierce light was brewing in his eyes, and his fists to his wrists were surrounded by a layer of faint black breath.

Zhou Huailong has the ninth level of Qi training realm, and he has cultivated the entry-level method of Iron Armor Kung Fu to the seventh level, and his full strength is enough to make the palms and wrists show true energy.

Don't underestimate the seventh-level state of the entry-level exercises. Although the sect stipulates that within one year, if you practice the entry-level exercises to the seventh, eighth, and ninth levels, there will be high rewards, and if you practice the entry-level exercises to the ninth level within two years, there will also be rewards.

But this is rewarded to true geniuses. For ordinary disciples of foreign sects, it is already extremely good to be able to practice the introductory exercises to the seventh level within two years.

Zhou Huailong is eighteen years old this year, and it took him two and a half years to cultivate Iron Armor Art to the seventh level.

"Look, it's Senior Brother Zhou Huailong and Li Fuchen."

"Senior Brother Zhou broke Li Fuchen's arm last time, this time I'm afraid Li Fuchen's limbs will be crippled."

There are 30,000 disciples of the Outer Sect of the Canglan Sect. Basically, there are people everywhere. A group of people watched from afar and pointed at Li Fuchen.

Li Fuchen didn't speak, the seventh layer of red jade kung fu was running, his eyes fixed on Zhou Huailong.

"Little bastard, I want to break your limbs and let you lick my shoe upper." Zhou Huailong was enraged by Li Fuchen's gesture, he flicked his knee, came to Li Fuchen with a stride, and punched lightning.

This punch was extremely fast, and the sound of cloth being torn could be heard in the void.

However, the Li Fuchen of today is no longer the Li Fuchen of two months ago.

Lifting his left hand, Li Fuchen easily grabbed Zhou Huailong's fist.

"how is this possible!"

Zhou Huailong struggled to break free, but seemed to be clamped by iron tongs and remained motionless.

"Go to hell."

Zhou Huailong's left fist struck, and the light black breath covered the fist, like an iron fist.

Snapped!

Raising his right hand, Li Fuchen grabbed Zhou Huailong's left fist.

Before Zhou Huailong could continue to move, Li Fuchen kicked on Zhou Huailong's stomach with lightning, bending the opponent's back, and blood spurted out.

"Don't you like to beat people? Today I will let you taste the feeling of being beaten."

Li Fuchen stepped on Zhou Huailong's stomach with one foot after another.

"I want you to die!"

Zhou Huailong let out a venomous sound, the Iron Armor Kungfu reached its limit, and the terrifying strength erupted, and he broke free from Li Fuchen's hands.

boom!

A fist hit Zhou Huailong's chin, sending him flying upside down a few somersaults, and finally lying on the ground in the posture of a dog eating shit.

"This is what it feels like to be beaten, isn't it great!"

Li Fuchen walked over, stepped on the opponent's head, stepped on the opponent's head into the soil, and kicked his legs wildly.

hiss!

The sound of gasping for air came one after another.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Is this really Senior Brother Zhou Huailong? He was abused by Li Fuchen."

"Have you noticed that Li Fuchen's speed is so fast, my eyes can't keep up with his movements."

"Could it be that in the past two months or so, Li Fuchen's strength has grown so much that he dared to challenge Senior Brother Zhou Huailong?"

"Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, it seems that we all underestimated Li Fuchen."

There are tens of thousands of disciples in the Canglan Sect, and there are people who are bullied every day, but there are very few people like Li Fuchen, who grow up at an extremely fast speed and beat up those who bully him. It was retribution, and it came a little too fast.

"This junior brother, you have done too much!"

Not far away, Luo Kai and a boy with flat eyebrows came over.

Li Fuchen looked up, and when he saw Luo Kai, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"It's Luo Kai, next to him is Senior Brother Luo Zhongtian, who is stronger than Zhou Huailong, and also a martial artist at the ninth level of Qi training."

Someone recognized the identity of the flat-browed boy.

"What does it have to do with you?" Li Fuchen didn't let go of his feet.

Luo Zhongtian smiled proudly, "Zhou Huailong's great reputation should not have been defeated by you. You have made a big mistake by humiliating him like this. I can't control it."

Li Fuchen sneered, "I think you are full."

"Presumptuous, how dare you talk to my brother like that, Li Fuchen, why don't you kneel down and confess." Luo Kai pointed at Li Fuchen and said angrily.

Luo Zhongtian is his cousin. It is normal for a family to have several younger generations in the sect. The more prosperous the family, the more brothers and sisters there are in the sect. What cousins, cousins? There are a lot of brothers and cousins.

"Kneel down? Luo Kai, I didn't intend to trouble you. Since you came to the door yourself, don't blame me for being rude."

Letting go of his feet, Li Fuchen walked towards Luo Kai step by step.

"Are all newcomers so arrogant?"

Luo Zhongtian twisted his neck, and suddenly punched Li Fuchen.

Li Fuchen's expression remained unchanged, and he greeted him with a punch.

boom!

As if two boulders collided together, Luo Zhongtian and Li Fuchen each took three steps back.

"The fist is hard."

Li Fuchen was a little surprised, through the fist fight just now, he could feel that Luo Zhongtian should have practiced body training techniques, not just a simple strength of zhenqi.

In fact, the combined strength of the two fists, Luo Zhongtian is slightly better.

Fortunately, Li Fuchen's physical strength is stronger. Although his strength is not as strong as the opponent's, his endurance is greater than his opponent's. After all, there is not much difference in strength between the two.

"What body training method are you practicing?"

Luo Zhongtian's expression was gloomy, his true energy combined with his physical strength, his strength surpassed Li Fuchen's, but sometimes, being strong was nothing, as Li Fuchen's fist was too hard.

For example, when the strength is equal, one piece is wood and the other is steel, and when the two collide, the wood will always suffer some damage.

At this moment, he felt some pain in his fist.