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Chapter 135 Fly with one palm! 【First update】

Where would Chen Muyu let him approach, pointing out several fingers one after another, forcing You Sifang back.

With exquisite steps, You Sifang jumped all over the field, Chen Muyu pointed at where the wind passed by, all the bricks on the ground exploded.

At that scene, Wu Xiaobao in the distance was stunned.

This is more exciting than watching a movie!

"This kid, the inner strength is quite deep?"

You Songshan frowned, seeing Chen Muyu standing still, pointing smartly, actually forcing You Sifang to turn around, not even touching the hem of his clothes, his face was somewhat uncomfortable.

"Be safe and don't be dry."

Mo Zaiyan whispered next to him, "This young man should seldom fight with others. His fingering skills are chic, but it is still a bit difficult to hurt the four directions. After all, it is only in the realm of refining Qi. No matter how strong the strength is, it cannot withstand such consumption, lack of combat experience is like this, reckless, not advisable, not advisable."

"What Mr. Mo said is that your grandson is smart. Let the opponent consume his internal strength first. When the strength is exhausted later, that is when the opponent loses. The young man opposite is still too young."

The person who spoke was Ma Santong, the vice president of the Wushu Association. This person still has some sharp eyesight. Of course, it is impossible to say good things about others in front of Mo Zaiyan.

Qian Jueming blew his beard and stared at the side, "Oh, you can say whatever you want now, but don't slap your face in a while."

When it comes to yin and yang, Qian Jueming is an expert, but he is also worried in his heart, with Chen Muyu's style of play, he is destined to lose. You know, inner strength is very slow to recover.

This kid is so shrewd, he should not be ignorant of this truth.

"call!"

Shooting more than ten fingers in a row, although You Sifang was forced to be in a mess, but this guy is very light, and it would be very difficult to hurt him.

Chen Muyu could also see that You Sifang only wandered around the periphery, sometimes probing for an attack, and retreating when forced by himself, obviously wanting to consume his internal strength.

After these few days of training, Chen Muyu's internal energy has grown to a certain level, but it is not a bottomless pit, at most he can shoot twenty or thirty fingers. At this moment, his internal energy has actually been consumed by more than half.

The so-called virtual is real, and real is virtual.

Chen Muyu took a few breaths, and tried his best to pretend that his breathing was smooth.

Seeing this scene, You Sifang's eyes lit up.

Boy, can't you hold on?

Immediately, You Sifang stepped on Youchun steps and approached again.

Chen Muyu hastily raised his hand and counted his fingers.

You Sifang retreated back and forth to dodge, then looked at Chen Muyu, his body was trembling slightly, it seemed that he couldn't hold on anymore, he was almost at his limit.

With such an exquisite fingering technique, more than 20 fingers in a row, a boy who has just arrived at the Qi Refining Realm, no matter how profound his skill is, it is probably just like this.

"Hehe, can you come again?"

You Sifang settled down and looked at Chen Muyu with a smile on his face.

That smile was full of mockery.

"Humph!"

As soon as Chen Muyu raised his hand, he seemed to be exhausted, and pointed out again, You Sifang subconsciously dodged sideways, but found no response.

With this finger, he fired an empty gun.

"Haha, it turns out that you are so capable."

You Sifang laughed, as if seeing victory.

Chen Muyu panicked, and hastily tapped a few more fingers, as if his internal energy was exhausted, and he could no longer use his Taiyi sword finger.

You Songshan next to him also laughed, feeling that Chen Muyu's appearance was very funny.

Both Qian Jueming and Wu Xiaobao covered their foreheads, a little embarrassed to look at it again.

Only Mo Zaiyan frowned slightly, as if something was wrong.

"Boy, after shooting at me for so long, it's time for you to show me the magical skills of my Qingshen Mountain."

You Sifang boldly took a step forward and strode across.

With the power of both palms, the whole body was full of energy and blood, the muscles swelled instantly, the veins burst out, and the shirt on his body was torn into several holes.

"The divine power of Zhongyuan can save all sentient beings!"

You Sifang yelled fiercely, stomped his right foot, the floor tiles were crushed, and the whole person jumped up, flying more than a foot into the air.

That momentum is really macho.

It's scary!
"The Great Merciful Hand?"

Qian Jueming exclaimed and immediately stood up, but was pulled by You Songshan.

It was agreed that others were not allowed to help.

You Sifang turned around in the air, head down, and fell directly towards Chen Muyu. When he got close, he patted Chen Muyu's shoulders with both palms.

The wind of the palm pierced the air, and it hurt people's faces.

"Lie down for me!"

Seeing that the palms were about to fall on Chen Muyu's shoulders, a sneer appeared on You Sifang's face, he was definitely seriously injured by his own palm.

I still want another [-] million, let's lie in a wheelchair for a few months first!
"what?"

You Sifang's complexion changed slightly, and he suddenly felt something was wrong. The clothes on Chen Muyu's body suddenly lifted without the wind, and there was a fluttering sound, and a strong wind suddenly blew up around him.

Chen Muyu, who was originally a bit sluggish, seemed to be a different person at this moment, suddenly raised his head, and looked at You Sifang who was falling above.

"I fell for you!"

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Chen Muyu's power was running, and the free energy within a range of more than 30 meters around his body quickly gathered into his body, and the internal power consumed before was replenished almost instantly, and it was even more powerful. Infinite filling.

At the same time, the faces of the bystanders changed drastically.

Concentrating Jingjing, this kid has already reached the fifth level of Jingjingjing?

You Songshan suddenly stood up, he never imagined that this boy Chen Muyu actually hid his strength, his inner breath can stir up the surrounding space, this is obviously the ability that can only be possessed at the fifth level of concentration.

No wonder this kid has always been full of confidence. It turns out that this kid already has the chance to win.

If he had known that this kid had already reached the state of concentration, You Songshan would not have competed in today's competition.

You Songshan will play immediately.

However, this time it was Qian Jueming's turn to catch him.

"The overlord raises the tripod!"

Before You Songshan had time to turn his head and stare at Qian Jueming, he heard a low shout from the field.

Chen Muyu separated his horse steps, but what he used was a training move in the Overlord's Heart Sutra, and he slammed his palms upwards.

The internal energy of the whole body is crazily output to the palms.

If the Taiyi sword pointed at bullets, then this time it was shells.

You Sifang knew that he had hit the trick, but at this moment he was unable to accept the move, so he could only fight Chen Muyu forcibly.

"Oh!"

The two palms intersected, and there was a muffled sound. With a huge rebound, You Sifang flew out of the air, and just landed more than ten meters away. He stumbled and hit a horizontal bar pile on the sidelines with his back, and then stopped.

His body was shaking, and he knelt on the ground with one knee, his face blushed, and he wanted to bear it, but he couldn't, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Look up and look forward.

Chen Muyu also took five or six steps back, stepped on a big rock on the sidelines, and stabilized his body.

(End of this chapter)