God-Level Choice

"This guy!"

Lou Yi narrowed his eyes.

"Holy and powerful! Respect domineering! Holy and invincible!"

Dong Tianxiu was waving a big chicken leg in his hand, his mouth was full of oil, as if he could never get enough to eat. He yelled loudly, and the Shinto venerables of the Great Dao God Realm echoed.

"Maybe you really can win!"

Liu Feifei was also very excited.

"Holy Buddha is awesome!"

Zhang Tianyu sighed.

"Two nine three" His Majesty, he is really good.

Li opened his mouth and said.

"Um."

Li Anran nodded.

"Elder Fan Linda!"

Elder Zhengyu was worried.

"It's fine."

The Venerable He Qingfeng of Shenyu Zhenchuan Shendao said in a low voice, "Senior has not used the martial arts at the bottom of the box, and won this competition.

"That's right."

In addition, the sage Lang Zhunti, the venerable master of Mingzheng Shinto, proudly said, "The strongest martial art mastered by the elders is the signature martial art of our domain, that is, Zhengquan! The power is infinite, and finally broke out, and the power doubled again. That Chu Feng is Can't stop."

Finally, Shinto Venerable Chen Lin nodded.

In the ring.

"You are fine."

Lin took a deep breath. Just now, he has done hundreds of tricks. His consumption was quite large, and the martial arts divine essence covered his whole body, forming a distorted force field.

"I didn't expect you to have such strength at such a young age, and that mysterious martial art is even more powerful."

Fan Zaidao, "However, Primordial Chaos Wuji Shenyuanjie is the foundation, and self-cultivation is the foundation of combat effectiveness. You are not well-cultivated enough, and you can't defeat me with martial arts alone."

"Yeah?"

Chu Feng said lightly, "But this kind of thing, how do you know if you don't know it?"

to be honest.

Since Chu Feng came to this world, it was only a week since the last time. I have fought many times, but most of them were defeated, and the battle was not as lively as before. "Haha, well said!"

Fan laughed and said, "In the end, I have to see the real chapter at hand. I originally wanted to keep the hole cards against Shang Daolin and Shengjun Qingling, but I didn't expect it to be exposed first.

"Mo Shengzun! Be careful!"

The voice fell.

The sages of the heavens raised their hands, similar to those of Tai Chi. Make a fist immediately after lifting it up, squeeze the air in your hand at the moment of making a fist, and produce a popping sound.

"Flow! Punch!"

Fan's fists and kicks are like a tiger with wings... It is indescribable, he stepped on mysterious steps, and shortened the distance with Chu Feng. This punch landed and hit Chu Feng's chest.

Knock on the sanctuary of the heavens.

The whole body shook, the Wanshen pattern spread out, and the shadow of Xuanwu faintly appeared. Relying on the Xuanwu defensive power, it withstood the punch of the sages of the heavens head-on, and Chu Feng was shocked to take half a step back.

Chu Feng roared, like the roar of all beasts, shaking the earth.

Fan stared wide-eyed, feeling that his eardrums were going to be shattered, but he froze for a while.

boom!

Chu Feng seized the opportunity, and blasted his fist, like an ancient giant bear throwing down in anger, which contained terrible ferocity, and hit the old saint of the heavens.

In a critical moment, the sages of the heavens instinctively crossed their arms to protect their chests.

The Saints of the Heavens couldn't resist 5.9 Chu Feng's frontal punch, with blood dripping from their mouths, and retreated again and again. He finally underestimated the power of the gods, and he didn't expect Chu Feng to be able to prevent his fist.

"excuse me!"

!

Chu Feng took advantage of the victory and pursued, rushed in front of the sages of the heavens, raised his hand and punched down again. This time, the Saints of the Heavens couldn't bear it any longer, and were hit by Chu Feng's fist, leaving the ring.

Fan hit the ground, dumbfounded.

"The sages of the heavens actually lost!".