Heavenly God Mnemonic

Hong Zheng shouted to the two of them: "Why, have you discussed it? You can start."

Chen Xiang looked at Darson and asked for his opinion. Dasheng nodded slightly, and then he stood up, stood with his hand held hands, and said loudly: "Boys who want to compete for places, all stand up."

Many warriors who participated in the trial had no intention of fighting, but they were afraid of being injured or embarrassed in the fight. Now that the method of fighting is so simple, they can’t help but all stand up, huddled in front of Chen Xiang, and all go back. Remove.

There are only a few people standing there still, showing disdain for everyone's behavior.

Yuan Kui stared at Yang Qingxuan, then walked over, standing directly in the front row.

The people in the front row seemed to be a little jealous of him, and they couldn't help but move their positions further away.

Yang Qingxuan also stepped forward and stood directly to the back of the crowd in full view.

Yuan Kui couldn't help but yelled: "Get out if you are afraid of death!"

Yang Qingxuan smiled and said, "I'm afraid I'm not afraid to take care of you? Are you really in a panic, you don't care about others?"

Yuan Kui was speechless, and sneered: "I'll take the palms later and hide, but don't die with the first palm."

Dasheng also sneered: "Mo Ting, this is the person you are looking for? Haha, it really shames our ferryman."

Mo Ting suddenly asked, "Da Cheng grows old, how many levels have you practiced with the Ziyue Dragon Fire Art?"

Da Sheng was taken aback, not understanding why he asked, and said, "The seventh floor."

Mo Ting asked again: "How many floors are there?"

Dasheng said: "Nineth floor, why, do you want to explore my supernatural powers?"

"No, no, no, Da Chengsheng misunderstood. How long does it take for the elders to cultivate to the ninth level?" Mo Ting asked again.

Dasheng didn't know what he was doing. After thinking about it, he said angrily: "If you are lucky, it will be 200 years, and if you are lucky, it will be 500 years."

Mo Ting nodded: "Then you still have time to take care of other people's affairs?"

"you……!"

Dasheng's chest was congested instantly, and he almost spurted blood, "Oh, Mo Ting, huh, just wait to see him make a fool of yourself, let us be ashamed of the ferry!" He turned around and ignored him.

Mo Ting turned around with a smile, and looked at Yang Qingxuan, both of them smiled knowingly, tacitly.

Chen Xiang began to fluctuate in true essence, and stood still, coldly said: "Are you all ready?"

When the voice fell, he stretched out a hand and flipped it in the air, without the slightest fancy, just patted it with an ordinary palm, like a casual sleeve.

But time and space seemed to be static. Under the pale yellow palm, a small black ball was pressed out. At the same time, as the palm was pushed forward, the black ball suddenly increased, actually compressing the surrounding space. Went in.

The expressions of the elders such as Da Sheng changed drastically, and Hong Zheng was even more shocked: "What the **** is Chen Xiang doing? The first one comes up is Broken Palm. Will he kill all the rookies in the organization?!"

Although everyone was shocked, no one stepped forward to stop it.

The black ball surged to the size of a watermelon under the palm of the hand, and pushed it out suddenly. With a "bang", the originally bright sea and sky suddenly became dark.

The black and white moments turned upside down, which made people unable to adapt, but these were not important. The important thing was that everyone felt the danger of death in this palm.

Even Yang Qingxuan has never felt that he is so close to death!

"Hold it! Don't hold it back! It's absolutely impossible to kill a killer!" Yang Qingxuan kept roaring in his heart, but his body didn't obey the command. Under this arrogant and domineering palm, blue dragon scales began to grow.

Long Wei lingered around his body, contending with the power of the palm, which made him feel much better.

Yang Qingxuan wondered why, under the pressure of this terrifying palm, there was silence all around, as if there was no one. Logically speaking, it should be screaming again and again.

Only then did he discover that all the martial artists around him had their facial features deformed. They opened their mouths wide and wanted to yell, but they couldn't scream out. They could only tremble with their limbs and tremble all over.

He looked to the front, and a blood-red color appeared on Yuankui's body, and a fierce aura spread out of his body. It seemed that a monster was about to get out of the body, but it also carried the power of the palm, even though his face was equally ugly. Extremely, but much better than others.

This was just the pressure of a palm, and then came a real palm, with a "boom", along with countless broken sky rules, it shot everyone at once.

"what!!--"

A large number of screams sounded all around, and all a dozen or twenty people spewed blood, and all flew out, falling far into the sea, knowing their lives.

Yang Qingxuan trembled all over, and the squeezing sound from the dragon scales was as if it was about to break. He performed a thousand catties of falling kung fu, his feet were pressed on the ground like tree roots, pushed by palm wind. Sliding out more than thirty feet away, two deep marks appeared on the ground, directly submerged in his knees.

The others were not so lucky. Those who didn't fall into the sea rolled on the ground and slid far away, all of them fell into disarray.

A bright light flashed in Mo Ting's eyes, and then he returned to normal.

Dasheng and others were also shocked. There were more than 30 people, buried in the soil, flying into the sea, and still standing at the moment, only seven people remained.

Dasheng frowned, his face gloomy. Yang Qingxuan, who was standing at the back, was now at the forefront, one step ahead of Yuan Kui.

The remaining five people could not stand the wind and were slid to the back.

Under this palm, it is enough to see the superior.

Yuan Kui was also frightened and angry. He was one step behind Yang Qingxuan, and at first he was in the forefront. Although he had the heaviest palm strength, he still lost to Yang Qingxuan from the results.

Hong Zheng laughed and said, "Haha, the result is already out, don't you need to make another move?"

Da Sheng said coldly: "There are obviously seven people standing, which one of your eyes sees the result?"

Hong Zhengdao: "From their position, you can see the depth of strength."

In addition to Yang Qingxuan and Yuan Kui in the front, there are three others in the middle. The last two almost got into the sea, and the waves slapped under them, and both looked ashamed and lonely.

Dasheng said: "Where is there such a statement? Yang Qingxuan was originally at the back. If it is compared to the position, wouldn't it be unfair?"

Hong Zheng said angrily: "Then what do you say? Can Chen Xiang give another palm?"

Darson snorted coldly: "What's the point?"

Hong Zheng stared at him coldly, snorted, put his hands on his chest, and said, "It's up to you."

Judging from the result of the palm just now, Yang Qingxuan won without a problem, and even if he took another palm, he would definitely win.

Dasheng winked slightly at Chen Xiang.

Chen Xiang's eyes trembled lightly, then returned to calm, looking forward coldly.