Chapter 82
The man who spoke was a strong man, wearing a single coat like a woodcutter, revealing his muscles and full of explosive force like an iron block. After nine turns of Qi and blood, the martial artist has been able to control his body functions freely, and he can have strong destructive power without this iron muscle. However, it is obvious that his muscles have been trained by unique skills, which should be much stronger than ordinary martial artists.
This strong man has a serious face and his eyes are like iron. Ordinary warriors dare not look at him.
Chen Mo was not afraid of his eyes, and asked curiously, "do you think you have ever seen a warrior who is more powerful than three flowers gathering on the top?"
The strong man stared at Chen Mo, his eyes as if to kill.
However, his deterrence is undoubtedly a lesson for Chen Mo, who signed three stars. Seeing Chen Mo's calm expression, the strong man was also slightly surprised and calmed his tone: "I'll naturally see it with my own eyes." The strong man nodded with lingering fear.
The martial artist who reached the top of three flowers before he was 20 years old has been a rare genius in a hundred years. Even Jiang Yanyu, the first genius of the heavy Dynasty, has just not experienced major and minor thunderstorms.
Better than her?
Chen Mo doesn't believe it very much. To say the least, if there is such a martial artist in the examination, it would have shocked the imperial capital long ago. If there is no background, it is the target of various forces.
The strong man hehe smiled: "I know you don't believe it. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it. The girl looks soft and weak, but I accidentally saw her beheading the friar of Xiao Lei Jie." Speaking of this, he shivered as if he remembered the scene of that day.
Women?
Difficult \u9
two thousand
Is 053 a star general?
However, there is no need for star generals to participate in this kind of martial arts. Wasting time won't do any good.
"There are people outside people, and there are days outside the world. It's normal to have a few." Chen Mo laughed.
"My little brother is also broad-minded. I don't know which town he is from? He looks very young. By the way, my name is Zhang Meng, and I'm seventeen this year."
"You're only seventeen?" Chen Mo was stunned.
"Is it thirty or forty at first sight?" Zhang mengdao.
Chen Mo nodded. It was really the same as what he thought. When he first saw him, he was stunned, thinking that this 40-50-year-old man could also pass the examination? There are strict age restrictions on the Shenwu move of the great weight Dynasty. The martial artists want to hide it. The court has many ways to find out. If there is a mistake, the whole family will be beheaded.
Chen Mo became interested in this strong man, so he chatted and learned that he was a Ju Ren in Qinghe town.
"I'm not the one who rumors that Qingzhen defeated the martial artist of jinghuaqi." Zhang Meng smiled shyly. "I think it must be bragging to defeat Jinghua with nine turns of blood, which is impossible."
Chen Mo is noncommittal.
"By the way, where is your excellency? I don't know if you heard anything?" Zhang Meng asked.
"My surname is Chen, and I'm a silent person. I'm from Qinglong Town. I don't ask much about the news, but since it's shenwuju, I will always meet." Chen Mo said.
"That's right. If we really meet that woman, I don't think we can do it." Zhang Meng thought so.
The two chatted for a while, and they fell in love. Soon, it was Chen Mo's turn for the team. He took out a copper lifting order and was about to take the exam. At this time, a figure jumped in front of him and pushed Chen Mo back.
"Little brother, don't you see so many people in line?"
Before Chen Mo spoke, Zhang Meng behind him slapped on the shoulder of the Royal Prince who cut in line. Unexpectedly, just a slap, a strong rebound came back. Zhang Meng immediately worked hard, running his blood, his face flushed, and his iron muscles swelled.
The Royal man sneered and shook his shoulders. He saw a flower on the top, and a stream of blood boiling like a rising tide. Zhang mengming could not suppress the other party's strength. As soon as his face changed, he was about to make a fool of himself. In full view of the public, he was shocked by the Royal Prince. Chen Mo pulled his hand and gently pushed his right hand, which dissolved the two people's strength like the clouds and the sun.
Zhang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, nodded gratefully to Chen Mo, and looked a little surprised.
"Eh?" The man in royal guards frowned and said thoughtfully, "it's interesting." He disdained to look at Chen Mo, turned his head and took out the token, which was impressively a gold lifting order.
As if to show off, the man in Royal dress Yang Yang's order to raise people to Chen Mo, as if to say: smelly boy, this young master is a raise people from the big city, go to the remote side like you.
Zhang Meng saw it and gnashed his teeth, but he knew that the gold Juren order represented some important towns of the great weight Dynasty. For example, there were no more than fiveorsix Juren in a prosperous place like Changluo. The natural strength of Juren who could win from such a prosperous place should not be underestimated.
Like them, copper and silver were virtually compared in the first assessment.
Sure enough, those martial artists around showed envy, and they all admired the reward of the gold Juren Ling.
make fun of.
In Changluo, there was also someone shaking in front of him.
Chen Mo slapped him with his hand, and the other party only felt light. When he stood at his feet, he must have leaned aside.
"Boy, how dare you be rude to me!" The boy laughed back in anger. "If I don't take you down today, it's simply insulting me."
It turned out to be thorns. No wonder it's so arrogant.
Cijing is a frontier fortress in chuanzhou. It is an important place for strategists, which is not as prosperous as Changluo. However, the military style is extremely prosperous, and the martial artists there are all vigorous masters. It's common to fight against each other in a word.
In thorns and thorns, all warriors believe that the strong are respected and that strength speaks. The boy also seems to feel that he has a gold lifting order, ranking in front of some bronze and silver lifting orders, which makes him lose face. It doesn't matter if he gets in front of Chen mo.
When the words were over, the young man in royal clothes rushed towards Chen Mo, walking like a roc, and he arrived at his heel in one step
140a
d. Five claws like a net is a technique of catching. This blow was really a big bird roaring, sharp and fierce.
"It's Dapeng fist!!"
The martial artists around said in a startled voice.
"This boy has practiced Dapeng boxing very well, and he has reached the first-class level."
The sharp eyed warrior said in shock.
There are super first-class, first-class and quasi first-class martial arts skills. But there is a good saying, there is no strongest martial art, only the strongest martial artist. A powerful martial artist can practice to a super level even if he is ordinary and unsophisticated.
This boy really has arrogant capital.
In the Dazhong Dynasty, "Dapeng boxing righteousness" was a martial art in the army, which ordinary people could not learn, and it could only be learned after the door was opened. Dapeng boxing is about the speed of punching, such as pengniao spreading its wings and flying thousands of miles. It is not only fast, but also ruthless to tear the lion and tiger. The gesture moves, and the muscle pores of the whole body are like the wings of Dapeng. As soon as it shakes, all forces will be instantly stimulated.
If you practice the fist technique with Dapeng fist to a high level, you can win it instantly even if you face a warrior with a mount and a broadsword.
The boy is also confident when he uses Dapeng fist. He wants to break Chen Mo's hand and give others a little threat.
Chen Mo laughed to himself.
If he can be caught with Dapeng fist, my aunt can't despise him.
The young man in royal guards grabbed Chen Mo's arm, pinched his fingers, and made a catch. Suddenly, the young man was stunned, and grabbed a mass of air in his hand. Chen Mo's arm had disappeared.
"Not good."
A strong premonition of danger rose from the young man in royal guards. The young man folded his hands into a cross knife shape and violently rotated back to send out, "hob meat!" The arm is like a pair of knives, rotating rapidly in front of him, and even the steel will be cut off.
Shua.
With a cut of both hands, another mass of air was split.
"Why?" The boy's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't believe that the reaction and speed he cultivated in the righteousness of Dapeng fist actually failed to judge twice. Fighting on the battlefield was equivalent to dying twice.
Oh, No.
A mountain like momentum suddenly rose from behind, just like a Mountain Tai was about to collapse and crush him into meat cakes. He had never felt such terrible pressure, his heart and lungs would be shattered, and his immortal blood would disappear.
Touch.
The boy was startled and collapsed to the ground. Looking back, he saw Chen Mo examining him with a smile.
"You wet your pants..."
This strong man has a serious face and his eyes are like iron. Ordinary warriors dare not look at him.
Chen Mo was not afraid of his eyes, and asked curiously, "do you think you have ever seen a warrior who is more powerful than three flowers gathering on the top?"
The strong man stared at Chen Mo, his eyes as if to kill.
However, his deterrence is undoubtedly a lesson for Chen Mo, who signed three stars. Seeing Chen Mo's calm expression, the strong man was also slightly surprised and calmed his tone: "I'll naturally see it with my own eyes." The strong man nodded with lingering fear.
The martial artist who reached the top of three flowers before he was 20 years old has been a rare genius in a hundred years. Even Jiang Yanyu, the first genius of the heavy Dynasty, has just not experienced major and minor thunderstorms.
Better than her?
Chen Mo doesn't believe it very much. To say the least, if there is such a martial artist in the examination, it would have shocked the imperial capital long ago. If there is no background, it is the target of various forces.
The strong man hehe smiled: "I know you don't believe it. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it. The girl looks soft and weak, but I accidentally saw her beheading the friar of Xiao Lei Jie." Speaking of this, he shivered as if he remembered the scene of that day.
Women?
Difficult \u9
two thousand
Is 053 a star general?
However, there is no need for star generals to participate in this kind of martial arts. Wasting time won't do any good.
"There are people outside people, and there are days outside the world. It's normal to have a few." Chen Mo laughed.
"My little brother is also broad-minded. I don't know which town he is from? He looks very young. By the way, my name is Zhang Meng, and I'm seventeen this year."
"You're only seventeen?" Chen Mo was stunned.
"Is it thirty or forty at first sight?" Zhang mengdao.
Chen Mo nodded. It was really the same as what he thought. When he first saw him, he was stunned, thinking that this 40-50-year-old man could also pass the examination? There are strict age restrictions on the Shenwu move of the great weight Dynasty. The martial artists want to hide it. The court has many ways to find out. If there is a mistake, the whole family will be beheaded.
Chen Mo became interested in this strong man, so he chatted and learned that he was a Ju Ren in Qinghe town.
"I'm not the one who rumors that Qingzhen defeated the martial artist of jinghuaqi." Zhang Meng smiled shyly. "I think it must be bragging to defeat Jinghua with nine turns of blood, which is impossible."
Chen Mo is noncommittal.
"By the way, where is your excellency? I don't know if you heard anything?" Zhang Meng asked.
"My surname is Chen, and I'm a silent person. I'm from Qinglong Town. I don't ask much about the news, but since it's shenwuju, I will always meet." Chen Mo said.
"That's right. If we really meet that woman, I don't think we can do it." Zhang Meng thought so.
The two chatted for a while, and they fell in love. Soon, it was Chen Mo's turn for the team. He took out a copper lifting order and was about to take the exam. At this time, a figure jumped in front of him and pushed Chen Mo back.
"Little brother, don't you see so many people in line?"
Before Chen Mo spoke, Zhang Meng behind him slapped on the shoulder of the Royal Prince who cut in line. Unexpectedly, just a slap, a strong rebound came back. Zhang Meng immediately worked hard, running his blood, his face flushed, and his iron muscles swelled.
The Royal man sneered and shook his shoulders. He saw a flower on the top, and a stream of blood boiling like a rising tide. Zhang mengming could not suppress the other party's strength. As soon as his face changed, he was about to make a fool of himself. In full view of the public, he was shocked by the Royal Prince. Chen Mo pulled his hand and gently pushed his right hand, which dissolved the two people's strength like the clouds and the sun.
Zhang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, nodded gratefully to Chen Mo, and looked a little surprised.
"Eh?" The man in royal guards frowned and said thoughtfully, "it's interesting." He disdained to look at Chen Mo, turned his head and took out the token, which was impressively a gold lifting order.
As if to show off, the man in Royal dress Yang Yang's order to raise people to Chen Mo, as if to say: smelly boy, this young master is a raise people from the big city, go to the remote side like you.
Zhang Meng saw it and gnashed his teeth, but he knew that the gold Juren order represented some important towns of the great weight Dynasty. For example, there were no more than fiveorsix Juren in a prosperous place like Changluo. The natural strength of Juren who could win from such a prosperous place should not be underestimated.
Like them, copper and silver were virtually compared in the first assessment.
Sure enough, those martial artists around showed envy, and they all admired the reward of the gold Juren Ling.
make fun of.
In Changluo, there was also someone shaking in front of him.
Chen Mo slapped him with his hand, and the other party only felt light. When he stood at his feet, he must have leaned aside.
"Boy, how dare you be rude to me!" The boy laughed back in anger. "If I don't take you down today, it's simply insulting me."
It turned out to be thorns. No wonder it's so arrogant.
Cijing is a frontier fortress in chuanzhou. It is an important place for strategists, which is not as prosperous as Changluo. However, the military style is extremely prosperous, and the martial artists there are all vigorous masters. It's common to fight against each other in a word.
In thorns and thorns, all warriors believe that the strong are respected and that strength speaks. The boy also seems to feel that he has a gold lifting order, ranking in front of some bronze and silver lifting orders, which makes him lose face. It doesn't matter if he gets in front of Chen mo.
When the words were over, the young man in royal clothes rushed towards Chen Mo, walking like a roc, and he arrived at his heel in one step
140a
d. Five claws like a net is a technique of catching. This blow was really a big bird roaring, sharp and fierce.
"It's Dapeng fist!!"
The martial artists around said in a startled voice.
"This boy has practiced Dapeng boxing very well, and he has reached the first-class level."
The sharp eyed warrior said in shock.
There are super first-class, first-class and quasi first-class martial arts skills. But there is a good saying, there is no strongest martial art, only the strongest martial artist. A powerful martial artist can practice to a super level even if he is ordinary and unsophisticated.
This boy really has arrogant capital.
In the Dazhong Dynasty, "Dapeng boxing righteousness" was a martial art in the army, which ordinary people could not learn, and it could only be learned after the door was opened. Dapeng boxing is about the speed of punching, such as pengniao spreading its wings and flying thousands of miles. It is not only fast, but also ruthless to tear the lion and tiger. The gesture moves, and the muscle pores of the whole body are like the wings of Dapeng. As soon as it shakes, all forces will be instantly stimulated.
If you practice the fist technique with Dapeng fist to a high level, you can win it instantly even if you face a warrior with a mount and a broadsword.
The boy is also confident when he uses Dapeng fist. He wants to break Chen Mo's hand and give others a little threat.
Chen Mo laughed to himself.
If he can be caught with Dapeng fist, my aunt can't despise him.
The young man in royal guards grabbed Chen Mo's arm, pinched his fingers, and made a catch. Suddenly, the young man was stunned, and grabbed a mass of air in his hand. Chen Mo's arm had disappeared.
"Not good."
A strong premonition of danger rose from the young man in royal guards. The young man folded his hands into a cross knife shape and violently rotated back to send out, "hob meat!" The arm is like a pair of knives, rotating rapidly in front of him, and even the steel will be cut off.
Shua.
With a cut of both hands, another mass of air was split.
"Why?" The boy's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't believe that the reaction and speed he cultivated in the righteousness of Dapeng fist actually failed to judge twice. Fighting on the battlefield was equivalent to dying twice.
Oh, No.
A mountain like momentum suddenly rose from behind, just like a Mountain Tai was about to collapse and crush him into meat cakes. He had never felt such terrible pressure, his heart and lungs would be shattered, and his immortal blood would disappear.
Touch.
The boy was startled and collapsed to the ground. Looking back, he saw Chen Mo examining him with a smile.
"You wet your pants..."
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