Becoming stronger starts with punching 100 million times

Fist and fist!

A total of nine sets of eighteen punches!

Each set of punches is separated by 0.1 seconds.

In less than a second, eighteen punches were thrown in an instant.

boom!

Fist like Mount Tai!

Just when the people of Feitian Mansion thought that the master of Feitian Mansion would kill these third-rate sect disciples if he made a move.

But did not expect.

The eighteen giant dragons in the sky were all shattered.

Pong——

A pleasant sound.

Cheng Feihong's natal weapon, the Soul Sword, was completely shattered.

The Soul Sword is connected to Cheng Feihong's soul.

Cheng Feihong vomited blood instantly, his soul was shattered, and he fell to the ground, his face as pale as snow.

he!His 40 years of cultivation were all abolished at this moment, and now he has become an ordinary person!A useless person!

When Cheng Feihong knew that he had become a useless person, he looked up to the sky and roared: No! !

A person in his 40s actually burst into tears, that's just one word, sad.

"You, you, how is it possible for you! How is it possible!" Cheng Feihong collapsed, shocked, angry, and frightened, looking at the young man who looked at him with a faint smile.

The other guards and generals of Feitian Mansion were all frightened into stupidity, they stayed where they were and did not dare to move.

Who dares to move?

No one dares to move!

Even their god-level palace master was punched to the ground, becoming a cripple, who dared to move.

Cheng Sijin shouted hysterically: "Mansion Master! All the guards of Feitian Mansion obey orders! Kill me!"

However, more than half of the guards in Feitian Mansion stayed put and did not dare to move.

Only a small number of people raised their weapons and wanted to resist.

"Stop!" Cheng Feihong yelled with the last of his strength, because he knew how terrifying the young man standing in front of them was.

He could even feel that Fang Mo didn't use all his strength, and the other side was playing with them like ravaging ants.

If the guards of Feitian Mansion really took action, then Feitian Mansion would be completely over.

After Cheng Feihong knew that he was already a useless person, he knew that there was no hope of saving face.

He could only endure the severe pain and stand up slowly, then he looked at Fang Mo humbly, and said in a low voice: "Our Feitian Mansion made a mistake, I beg the master to show his noble hand and spare our Feitian Mansion."

Fang Mo grinned: "What you say is like we are bandits. We are not here to destroy your Feitian Mansion, but to stay overnight. I don't know if the mansion master agrees."

Cheng Feihong nodded frantically: "Agree! One hundred thousand people agree! Don't talk about one night, you can live for one thousand nights, ten thousand nights are fine!"

Paused.

Cheng Feihong swept across the other guards around him: "Why are you still standing there! Hurry up and invite the distinguished guests into the mansion!"

So, those high-ranking guards just now, like grandsons, greeted the disciples of the Three Injuries Fist with smiles on their faces.

The disciples of the Three Injury Fist had bright faces, their heads held high, and it was the first time they enjoyed such treatment.

Qi Tian, ​​who has the aura of the protagonist, looked at Fang Mo and the flattering Palace Master, and suddenly made a mistake. He should not be standing here, but should be standing in Fang Mo's place. What link went wrong, why did he Like other disciples, he became a disciple who could only watch from behind.

Qi Tian did not know.

At this moment, his protagonist's halo, the last light, disappeared, and he completely lost all the protagonist's luck.

Chapter 748 Instant Kill

After all, under Fang Mo's nose, no matter how much Qi Tian tosses, it is impossible to toss Fang Mo's Wuzhishan.

How could such a person become the protagonist.

But fortune and misfortune depend on each other.

Although the halo of Qi Tian's protagonist disappeared, Qi Tian's vigor also disappeared.

From then on, Qi Tian, ​​like all the people who had the aura of the protagonist before, became Fang Mo's fanboy instead.

this night!

The best cook, the best girl, the best troupe, and the best skills in Feitian City were all invited into Feitian Mansion.

For a third-rate sect like Sanshangquan, who is isolated from the world, where has he ever seen such a colorful world.

For the first time, many disciples tasted delicacies, graceful girls, and all kinds of dazzling juggling.

Originally, Fang Mo had already planned to let Feitian Mansion go.

After all, Fang Mo and others came directly to spend the night, which really meant buying and selling by force.

But at the banquet.

Cheng Sijin actually looked at Fang Mo with hostile eyes the whole time, which made Fang Mo unbearable.

Fang Mo pointed to Cheng Sijin and said, "Three seconds, kneel down and admit your mistake."

Cheng Sijin looked very strong, he raised his head proudly, and said, "If you have the ability, you can kill me and make me kneel down. You don't even know how to do it."

call out!

Fang Mo casually popped out a jujube.

It turned into an orange streamer and pierced directly through Cheng Sijin's head.

Cheng Sijin's eyes grew sharply, he probably never dreamed that he would die in such a state of embarrassment, under a date.

what--

Many singing girls who were dancing were so frightened that their faces turned pale.

Fang Mo smiled evilly and said, "Keep dancing! Keep dancing! Don't be afraid!"

The divas danced while being afraid.

Fang Mo swept away the other people in Feitian Mansion.

He said coldly: "I know that there are still many people in your Feitian Mansion who are dissatisfied and want to wait for an opportunity to retaliate. It doesn't matter. Anyone who has the guts can come to me at any time! I will let you die happily!!"

Kill one to set an example!

Fang Mo finally made the people of Feitian Mansion completely desperate, knowing that although Fang Mo was young, he was moody.

No matter how much she hated Fang Mo, she dared not show it.

The entire Feitian Mansion has also been completely reduced to a colony of the Sanshangquan sect.

In Feitian Mansion, the most painful thing is the mansion master Cheng Feihong.

Cheng Feihong endured the humiliation, flattered and apologized, and punched Feitian City's best hospitality three wounds.

On the other side, he had to secretly send his confidants to ask for help overnight at Feijianmen in the north of Feitian City, and told Feijianmen that the Three Injuries Fist Sect was going to borrow land from Feijianmen, and asked Feijianmen to take all measures to deal with it. Be prepared, don't pay a huge price for belittling the enemy like Feitian Mansion.

the next day!

Fang Mo left Feitian City with thousands of disciples from the Three Injuries Fist Sect, and headed for Feijian Sect.

Cheng Feihong let out a sigh of relief, and finally drove the God of Plague away.

I thought I could finally relax.

who knows.

Because Cheng Feihong's strength was abolished.

In addition, because of Cheng Feihong, Feitian Mansion suffered such a huge humiliation.

The guards below launched a mutiny, and Feitian City was in chaos.

Several generals led their respective guards to fight in Feitian City.

Feitian City fell into military turmoil, which lasted for several months.

After walking for half a day, Sanshangquan finally came to the foot of Feijianmen Mountain.

Feijian Gate is located on the cloud-shrouded Feijian Mountain.

Looking from a distance, it is like being in the sky.

In fact, Feijian Mountain is like a fairyland because of its high altitude and rich aura.

After all, it is one of the five sects in the Tool Soul World.

Inherited for tens of thousands of years, it is much more profound than the Sanshangquan.

"Stop! Who are you!" More than a dozen disciples were wearing white robes with gold rims unique to Feijianmen, and holding long swords. They all looked handsome and aura, and they were worthy of being disciples of the sect.

Mu Yazi became the spokesperson again: "I am Mu Yazi, the head of the Three Scars Fist! I want to see your head on something."

These Flying Sword Sect disciples were full of sneers and snickers.

"What is the three-injury boxing, I have never heard of it."

"It is estimated that some third-rate sect wants to defect to our Feijian Sect."

"I don't even look at the status of my sect, but I dare to come to seek refuge."

Among the disciples of the Feijian Sect, there was a disciple wearing a gold-rimmed green robe, who should be the leader of these disciples, he raised his head high and looked at Mu Yazi with his nostrils: "You may have told us the head of the Feijian Sect in advance! "

Mu Yazi shook his head: "No, I would like to trouble you to inform me."

The green-robed disciple in Phnom Penh snorted coldly: "Heh! Notification?! Even a small sect like you deserves to be notified by us. If every sect is like you, let me report, then we Feijianmen can't do it." Busy to death! Besides, what do you guys want to do with thousands of people? Are you provocative?!"

With Fang Mo as his big backer, Mu Yazi no longer looked forward and backward as before. Seeing that a few juniors dared to be so rampant, his tone suddenly became more serious: "A mere gatekeeper disciple! How dare you disrespect me! Listen up! I It’s the head of the Sanshangquan sect! Go quickly and report to your head, saying that our Sanshangquan wants to borrow a mountain range from your sect for the future development of the sect!”

The disciples of Feijianmen were stunned for a moment.

Then he laughed exaggeratedly.

"Hahaha! You heard me clearly, this old man actually said that he wants to borrow our Feijianmen's mountain range? Haha! This is no longer a provocation! This is clearly trying to occupy our territory!"

"Old man, are you crazy? This is Feijianmen! Feijianmen!!"

Fang Moke was not as patient as Mu Yazi, Fang Mo directly stretched out three fingers, and said in a low voice: "3!"

"2!"

The green-robed disciple in Phnom Penh sneered and said, "What do you mean, what do you mean by raising three fingers up? Is it possible that you will kill me if you count three times?"

"1!"

The moment Fang Mo counted to 1.

A punch in the air!

A fist-shaped air wave blasted out directly!

boom--

One punch!

It easily penetrated the chest of the Phnom Penh green robe disciple.

The green-robed disciple in Phnom Penh stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "You, you dare to kill me, but I'm a disciple of Feijianmen...a disciple."

"Brother!" The eyes of the other disciples were bloodshot, probably because they had never been in actual combat before, and they couldn't understand how much strength it takes to kill a person with a single punch.

These disciples were full of vigor, all drew their swords and attacked Fang Mo at the same time.

This time, there is no need for Fang Mo to make a move.

The disciples of Sanshangquan rushed forward in a swarm.

Instantly killed all the dozen or so disciples of the Flying Sword Sect.

Fang Mo said in a deep voice: "Don't talk any more nonsense, kill all the way up!"