Martial Inverse

Guan Ziqi's muscles are terrifying. When he is lucky, the air bag swims away, like a live mouse.

This also indirectly shows the horror of Guan Ziqi's physical body.

But Feng Hao didn't seem to say that others took it seriously, how serious is this?

Guan Ziqi was underestimated by Feng Hao, and immediately ran away. He strode into the stone bricks with both legs.

He hammered his chest twice and said loudly: "Come on, let me lie on the bed with your fist..."

"Haha, don't say that, if Feng Keqing doesn't do it, aren't you slapping him in the face?"

"Haha, it's interesting!"

The disciples of the Martial God Sect onlookers immediately laughed.

They all felt that Feng Hao's cowhide was blown up to the sky, and he still punched Feng?

Even if Xuan Tianji, the Great Elder of the Outer Sect, made a move, he might not be able to paralyze people with just the wind of his fist...

The lord of the Martial God Sect watched intently.

He knows Feng Hao a little bit, and he is not a person who can only talk big.

The means that Feng Hao showed in front of him before turned decay into magic. Just because of this, Feng Hao is absolutely extraordinary.

Yang Jian and the big black dog turned around and covered their eyes, fearing that they would see a bloody scene later.

Facing the ridicule from the disciples of the Martial God Sect, Feng Hao just smiled lightly and said, "The frog at the bottom of the well."

Crash!

As soon as the voice fell to the ground, Feng Hao rushed over directly, and the unicorn arm of his right hand was displayed, and the air was twisted by the hammer.

Swish!

At that moment, the eyelids of the lord of the Martial God Sect twitched wildly, and the mouths of several elders opened wide enough to stuff a duck egg.

This punch seems to have such a thing.

Guan Ziqi was still sneering, but when Feng Hao punched him, he felt as if the world had collapsed.

The fist has not yet reached his eyes,

He found that the only trousers on his body were blown to pieces by the strong wind.

All that's left is the panties.

Feng Hao's fist approached again, and the air was compressed to the extreme.

"how is this possible……"

Guan Ziqi's heart was pounding and she was about to learn how to meow. She was so frightened that she wanted to pull her legs out from the cracks in the stone bricks, but it was too late...

hum!

Feng Hao's fist hovered directly in front of Guan Ziqi's forehead.

But the strong wind made everyone vaguely see that Guan Ziqi's soul seemed to be blown away.

Behind Guan Ziqi, the floor tiles shattered into scum in a straight line.

puff!

On the other hand, Guan Ziqi opened his mouth to spit out blood. At that moment, he felt the wind of Feng Hao's fist, like a divine mountain hitting him.

The internal organs seem to have been displaced.

Now his underpants were all shredded by the strong wind, and his crotch was cool, and then he plopped and fell limp on the ground.

"..."

Silence, deathly silence.

The Martial God Sect disciple who originally laughed at Feng Hao had a stiff expression, as if he had eaten thousands of piles of fly feces.

They were dumbfounded.

Originally they thought that Feng Hao was bragging, but Guan Ziqi of the fourth-rank Martial Ancestor was still a master with strong physical strength.

The entire Martial God Sect ranks fourth-rank Martial Sect disciples, only a hundred or so.

But now, he was really beaten down by Feng Hao's fist, like a puddle of mud.

Xuan Tianji went up to investigate, and was shocked at the time: "The internal organs have been displaced, and they will be spread out on the bed for at least half a year..."

"Wow!"

There was an uproar in the crowd, the Martial God Sect disciple who had laughed at Feng Hao wanted to find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

Can't afford it, can't afford it!

"In his right hand, there is a power that is not inferior to the second-rank Martial Emperor..."

The Sovereign of the Martial Arts Sect made a judgment.

No wonder he couldn't see Feng Hao's cultivation level, it turned out that he was a warrior with a right hand gifted with supernatural powers, not bad.

Barely able to participate in the peripheral competition of the lost city.

"Give him the spot!"

The master of the Martial God Sect sent a sound transmission to Xuan Tianji. After all, with Feng Hao's innate supernatural powers, it seems that those fourth-rank Martial Sects can't do anything to him.

Unless the elders of Neizong took action, Feng Hao could be suppressed just now.

Xuan Tianji didn't expect Feng Hao to be so aggressive. He coughed twice to relieve his embarrassment, and said seriously, "Guan Ziqi failed the challenge, but who else will challenge?"

Crash!

The disciples of the Martial God Sect's outer sect immediately took several steps back.

Even Guan Ziqi of the fourth-rank Martial Sect was paralyzed by the blow of the fist wind. No matter how defiant their disciples were, they would not dare to go up and give away their heads...

"I didn't expect Feng Haoran to be so powerful?"

"He should be a different person. The fist in his right hand is very scary. It is also possible that the country injected a drop of Lord Shura's blood in his right hand..."

The members of the dragon team were taken aback.

Feng Hao's method just now was really scary. When he punched out, when the air was compressed, it was like a car honking.

"Feng Haoran from China is too scary, Vladimir, didn't you say you want to suck his blood?"

The foreign powerhouse looked at Vladimir.

"**, I am your aunt, there is Aofu Bichi!"

Vladimir lost his temper at that time, didn't this frankly push him to the opposite of Feng Hao?

I didn't see that Feng Haoran's fist wind paralyzed the powerful Wu Zong expert, so it was obviously not difficult to deal with him.

"Stop arguing, everyone is an elite in the league, and practice is the kingly way. Didn't you hear them say that there are endless opportunities now, take good care of them... we say the strongest."

Powerhouses from several countries have formed an alliance, as if they were born out of tune with China.

During the alliance, they didn't even say hello to the Huaxia Dragon Team.

...

"No one else?"

Xuan Tianji was a little disappointed, he also wanted to see how Feng Hao's fist style wiped out those elite disciples of the inner sect.

It's a pity that no one stood up, as if they were all afraid of Feng Hao's cultivation.

But Xuan Tianji felt that Feng Hao didn't have the support of cultivation base, so this kind of fist style could only be used once or twice.

Maybe it won't work the third time.

Actually... most people have the same idea as Xuan Tianji, but no one is willing to be that second person.

Even if Feng Hao's boxing style weakened a bit when he used it for the second time, the second person who challenged him would be paralyzed for at least three months.

It's a loss, okay?

Therefore, more than half of the disciples of the Martial God Sect dispersed, worried that they would cause a commotion.

"Since there is no one, this quota will be considered Feng Haoran..."

After all, Xuan Tianji gave the spot to Feng Hao, and Yang Jian, who was sweeping the floor, and the big black dog happily punched each other.

As long as Feng Hao is there, even if their cultivation base is not high enough, they don't have to worry about their lives, Fengdi will definitely protect them.

At the same time, because of the strength Feng Hao showed this time, the disciples of the Martial God Sect also called out "Feng Keqing" very politely when they saw him.

Three days later, the lord of the Martial God Sect, the great elder and the second elder of Neizong appeared at the gate of the mountain, planning to go to the ruins of the lost city of the Great Xia Empire.