Martial Dao Great Emperor

A smile appeared on Luo Xiu's face, and he was quite satisfied with the effect of his second punch.

A warrior at the sixth level of body refining can leave shallow traces on the black stone tablet, but to achieve this effect, at least the seventh level of body refining can be done.

This shows that his strength is comparable to the seventh level of body refining.

"Boy, showing off your martial arts skills here is no big deal. If you have the skills, don't try using your martial arts skills."

Zhao Liang frowned and shouted, feeling that Luo Xiu was undoubtedly stealing his limelight by doing this.

"Why should I listen to you?" Luo Xiu glanced at the other party lightly.

"Huh, you don't dare to try, it proves that you don't have the ability. Since you don't have the ability, don't embarrass yourself here." Zhao Liang said forcefully.

"It's just, it's just, I don't know where I learned a powerful martial arts. What's there to show off?"

"Martial skills do not represent strength. Some people have some abilities, but they don't know how to show off everywhere. It's really disgusting."

Many other people nearby also echoed, showing contempt for Luo Xiu.

Luo Xiu couldn't help but laugh. He was really speechless at the logic of these martial arts students.

"Boy, why are you laughing?" Zhao Liang snorted coldly.

"I laugh at you guys for being so self-righteous and having your sights higher than your own. You laugh at others when you don't have the ability." Luo Xiu said disdainfully.

"Presumptuous! Who are you saying is incompetent?" Zhao Liang's face turned cold, especially the disdain in Luo Xiu's eyes, which made him even more angry. The aura of the sixth level of body refining made some people nearby feel depressed.

"You know who I am talking about." Luo Xiu was not afraid of the other party's momentum, and the fluctuations of his internal energy also spread from his body.

"Fifth level of body refining? This Luo Xiu seemed to be at the fourth level of body refining a month ago, right?"

"Not only that, I heard that it only took him a few days to go from the second level of body refining to the fourth level of body refining. Another month has passed, and he has actually reached the fifth level of body refining."

"I think this guy is sincere and just shows off. He hit two people in the intermediate class in front of the library, which shows that he no longer takes us in the intermediate class seriously."

Luo Xiu didn't bother to pay attention to these guys who said grapes were sour when they couldn't eat them. He originally planned to come here to practice Dragon Tiger Fist, but when these guys disturbed him, he immediately lost his mood.

"Boy, you are so crazy. I heard that Zhang Hai planned to teach you a lesson last time, but Teacher Lu came to the rescue later. Otherwise, you would have been destroyed long ago."

Zhao Liang sneered and walked towards Luo Xiu, "You just said that I have no ability, do you dare to take a gamble with me?"

"What are you betting on?" Luo Xiu frowned.

"Of course it's a competition to see who can leave deeper marks on the black stone tablet. Weren't you crazy just now? Do you dare to compete?" Zhao Liang said arrogantly and confidently.

"That's right, you, a rubbish from the junior class, dare to show off. If you have the ability, just compete with Zhao Liang."

"A guy like him who shows off his little skills everywhere, if he can beat Zhao Liang, I will eat the black stone tablet!"

The people nearby started to boo, and their words were unabashedly mocking and belittling Luo Xiu.

Luo Xiu had no interest in this kind of boring competition, but he also knew that if he refused to compete with Zhao Liang, he didn't know what kind of person these guys would describe him as.

A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said, "How do you want to bet?"

Seeing that Luo Xiu actually agreed, Zhao Liang couldn't help but be stunned, and then he sneered in his heart, secretly thinking that this kid really didn't know how to live or die.

"Hehe, since we are going to bet, we have to make some bets. I don't think a poor boy like you can afford to bet anything, so why not do this? The loser kowtows to the winner and admits his mistake!" Zhao Liang said this. He was right about Luo Xiu. Definitely no better than myself.

After all, he is at the sixth level of body training and has practiced third-level martial arts. If he attacks with all his strength, he can definitely leave clear marks.

And Luo Xiu is just a poor boy with a humble background. He only practices second-grade martial arts at most, and his cultivation level is lower than his own. There is no reason why he can beat him.

The movement happening here attracted many people to watch. They spread the news to ten and hundreds. When they heard that someone wanted to compete with Zhao Liang, more and more people came over.

Luo Xiu didn't expect that Zhao Liang was so insidious. The bet was to kowtow and admit his mistake. If he really lost and knelt down in front of everyone, he would never raise his head again in this life.

"Whoever loses should kowtow and admit his mistake. This kid just said that others are incompetent. Let's see what he is capable of this time!"

"That's good. Everyone present is a witness. I'm sorry he doesn't dare to deny it!"

Many people have the mentality of watching a good show. This kind of thing is not uncommon among Wudian students.

"Okay, I agree!" Luo Xiu agreed immediately. The other party was so aggressive, and he had no intention of being polite. He wanted Zhao Liang to experience the consequences of provoking him!

At the same time, Luo Xiu also planned to use this matter to establish his authority, so that on the one hand, some people would not dare to trouble him, and on the other hand, the better he performed, the easier it would be to attract the attention of the teachers and elders of the Martial Hall.

Luo Xiu is very aware of his family background. It doesn't matter if he gets some disciples from aristocratic families in the Martial Palace. But once he leaves the Martial Palace, some people will definitely take revenge on him unscrupulously. But if he is valued by the Martial Palace, then his identity will be It will be completely different.

"Haha, boy, you are dead!"

Zhao Liang laughed wildly, his inner energy circulated, and he suddenly shouted, "Open your eyes and see clearly!"

"Luo Guang Fist!"

Zhao Liang's fists emitted a faint light. Generally, only the seventh level of body training can make the inner energy shine. It can be seen that the martial arts he performed must be a high-level martial arts, and the martial arts he practiced must be at least the third level.

"boom!"

The black stone tablet shook, and a dull sound came out. Zhao Liang struck with all his strength, and his fist left a clear mark on the stone tablet.

"Amazing!"

The crowd watching nearby screamed.

"I just saw the light of inner energy emitting from Zhao Liang's fist, which shows that his attack is comparable to the seventh level of body refining."

"Well, although it is still not comparable to the real seventh level of body refining, it is not far behind. It seems that Zhao Liang's cultivation level should be about to break through."

People were shocked, and at the same time they were envious of Zhao Liang's martial arts talent.

In martial arts training, talent is very important. With the same time and resources, some people's ten years of training may not be as good as a genius's one year of training.

Not only that, for the same martial arts, people with high talents are more likely to understand the secrets and display their power.

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Zhao Liang was promoted to the intermediate class at the age of thirteen, and was almost destined to be a member of the advanced class in the future. His talent in martial arts was obvious to all.

"Boy, it's your turn, wait and kowtow to me to admit your mistake!" Zhao Liang looked at Luo Xiu proudly.

On the black stone tablet, two fist marks are clearly visible, one is the fist mark made by Luo Xiu before, and the other is the fist mark made by Zhao Liang with all his strength just now. However, Zhao Liang's fist mark is clearer and more concave than Luo Xiu's. Deeper.

Luo Xiu did not speak. No matter how beautiful words he said at this time, it would not be more convincing than speaking with strength.

"Tiger style!"

With a soft drink, he suddenly moved, and with the momentum of a tiger descending from the mountain, he punched the black stone tablet.

"Is this Dragon Tiger Fist?"

"I heard that although Dragon and Tiger Fist is a second-grade martial arts, many people practice it just for its own sake without any charm. Looking at the posture Luo Xiu displays, it seems that he has understood the essence of it."

"No way? This kid has such a high talent for martial arts?"

Luo Xiu's performance also aroused a lot of surprises.

"Bang!"

The tiger style bombarded the black stone tablet, and the fierce wind of the fist struck and swept away, bringing up a cloud of dust, full of power.

Everyone stared at this moment, wanting to see how powerful Luo Xiu's punch was.

The next moment, there was silence.

"How is this possible?"

When Zhao Liang saw the fist mark on the black stone tablet, he was stunned, and his mood sank to the bottom in an instant.

"Look, the fist mark left by Luo Xiu looks like a tiger's head!" someone exclaimed.

"Really?" Others stared curiously.

"Holy crap, it actually looks like a roaring tiger's mouth!"

"Oh my God, did I read that right?"

"I heard that only by understanding the essence of Dragon Tiger Fist and Tiger Style can we achieve this effect!"

"There are two styles of Dragon Tiger Fist, and there is another style called Tenglong Style. I wonder if he has mastered it."

The crowd exclaimed and marveled. At this moment, everyone looked at Luo Xiu, no longer with disdain and ridicule, but with deep shock.

Zhao Liang was also completely stunned. There was no comparison between the marks he had just left on the black stone tablet and the tiger head fist print left by Luo Xiu using the Dragon Tiger Fist and Tiger Style.

"This is impossible! Even a seventh-level body-refining warrior cannot make such a deep fist mark!" Zhao Liang couldn't believe it, and his lips trembled a little.

At this moment, many martial arts students who were originally on Zhao Liang's side looked at him with a trace of pity in their eyes.

In this gambling competition, who is strong and who is weak has been determined.

"Senior Brother Zhao Liang, according to our previous bet agreement, shouldn't you kowtow and admit your mistake now?" Luo Xiu said with a sneer.

From the beginning, he did not provoke Zhao Liang, but the other party felt that he had stolen his limelight and became aggressive. He even proposed a contest of kowtow and admit his mistakes, determined to make him unable to hold his head up for the rest of his life.

Zhao Liang also knew very well that if he really kowtows and admits his mistake today, even if he has the opportunity to become an elite in the advanced class in the future, he will definitely become the laughing stock of everyone in the martial arts hall.

"Boy named Luo, don't go too far!" Zhao Liang said with a gloomy expression.

"You proposed the bet, are you going to regret it? Everyone is watching you!" Luo Xiu sneered.

As the saying goes, those who humiliate others will always humiliate them. Luo Xiu knew very well that even if he let Zhao Liang go today, the other party would not only not be grateful to him, but would also hate him.

"Good martial arts training does not mean that you are strong. You'd better not push yourself too far!" Zhao Liang had a ruthless look in his eyes.

"Yes, Luo Xiu, since you have already won, why are you still forcing yourself to fight?"

"We are all students of the Martial Palace. We don't look up when we meet each other. It would be too much if you really want Zhao Liang to kowtow and admit his mistake."

Among the crowd of onlookers, some people who usually had a good relationship with Zhao Liang spoke up.

Luo Xiu's eyes were cold, he glanced at the people who were talking, and sneered, "If I were the loser, would you let me go?"

When these people were glanced at by Luo Xiu, they couldn't help but take two steps back. In fact, everyone present was not a fool, but no one stood up to say a word to Luo Xiu, but they didn't want to offend Zhao Liang.

"I'll destroy you!"

When Luo Xiu was intimidating those people, Zhao Liang, who was standing opposite him, suddenly took action with a ferocious face. His arms were like two pythons, intertwined with each other, and the inner energy was flowing, fierce and clever.

This is another third-grade martial arts, the Double Python Fist. Although it is not as powerful as the Luo Guang Fist, it is extremely fast and hard to defend against.

He was determined not to kowtow and admit his mistakes, but as long as he could cripple Luo Xiu, even if he would be despised by others, it would be better than not being able to raise his head for the rest of his life.

Luo Xiu did not expect that Zhao Liang would be so insidious and vicious. The opponent's attack went straight to his waist. If he was really hit, he would be crippled if not dead.

"Tenglong Style!"

With an angry shout, Luo Xiu circulated his internal energy to the extreme, leaped up, avoided the vital points, extended his arms, and his body was like a swimming dragon. His fists left afterimages and slammed towards Zhao Liang fiercely.

Zhao Liang's face changed. He did not expect that Luo Xiu could actually dodge his attack at the critical moment and even counterattack.

He quickly changed his moves, and a faint light lit up between his hands, and he played his strongest martial arts, the Luo Guang Fist.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided, and the people watching could feel the strong wind blowing on their cheeks.

Zhao Liang's body trembled, and there was a sharp pain in his fist. His blood was churning, and he almost vomited blood.

"Kneel down!"

At this moment, Luo Xiu reached out and grabbed him. Zhao Liang's first reaction was to block it, but his two arms seemed to have lost consciousness and did not obey.

He saw Luo Xiu's palms constantly enlarged in his eyes, and pressed on his forehead with a bang.

A huge force was added to his body, followed by a sharp pain in his knees, but he was kicked by Luo Xiu's toes, and he knelt on the ground with a plop.

"A man should be honest and willing to accept defeat."

Luo Xiu had no expression on his face, and he pressed Zhao Liang's head directly, and smashed it on the ground with a bang.

The pain on his body was far less than the humiliation in his heart. Zhao Liang was so angry that he spurted blood and fainted on the spot.

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