Proficiency: practice thousands of times

The two don't see each other a few times throughout the year, let alone connect with each other.

He is very clear that he has drifted away from Jiang Shaofu.

Jiang Shaofu, who was devoted to martial arts practice, would not turn around and stop to wait for him.

Thinking of this, Ji Chenyi couldn't help but sighed deeply, thinking helplessly.

"I hope Junior Sister Shaofu can finally get her wish."

Not far away in the Baihuchang area, Huqiu was naked to the waist, with healing bandages wrapped around him in many places. His expression was a bit sluggish after the defeat, and he whispered to several Tianjiao in the circle.

"Jiang Shaofu suffers because of her age. To be honest, she has little chance of winning this competition."

Ji Chenyi's face froze, and his mind returned to this additional competition.

He witnessed the defeat of Huqiu and Lei Tianyang with his own eyes, and he knew that this opponent who appeared was very difficult.

Even if he plays, there is no certainty of victory.

And his age is now over 30 years old. In this age group, he is not even eligible to sign up for the stage.

"His pure strength is very strong, and his comprehensive physical strength is far superior to mine. This is also the reason why I lost with Huqiu." Lei Tianyang on the other side also joined the chat group and said in a muffled voice.

This made the rest of the chat group tremble.

Lei Tianyang and Huqiu are basically the two with the strongest physical bodies among them, but now they both admit that the other party is far stronger than them in this aspect.

This has never been the case before.

"This is not a man of barbarian origin. How did he get such a powerful body?"

What kind of freak is this, several people secretly sighed in their hearts, and asked about the details of the battle between Lei Tianyang and Huqiu again.

But the two just shook their heads again and again and didn't say much.

To be defeated in public in such a battle of focus would have made both of them lose face, and it is impossible to be in a good mood at this moment.

And he has never fought against one in person, no matter how much he said, he would not be able to appreciate the real strength of the other party.

Chapter 355 Ancestral Bloodline and Third Disciple

"Please enlighten me!" Huo Gang took a deep breath and exhaled a long white smoke.

The next moment, the energy and blood on his body rose even higher, as if he had entered a fighting state.

hum!

He suddenly exerted enough strength under his feet and rushed forward.

The huge impact caused rune imprints to light up on the platform, and a halo of light spread across the platform under his feet.

This rune imprint is to protect the fighting platform from damage. If it is made of ordinary building materials, it is afraid that it will be almost destroyed due to the fighting.

Huo Gang ran up to Jiang Shaofu like a fierce tiger.

That fist, which was almost as big as Jiang Shaofu's head, came head-on, and she didn't intend to hold back because Jiang Shaofu was a woman.

He punched with all his strength.

boom!

Wave after wave of Xiantian boxing strength rolled four times on the platform, its power was not at all like the boxing skills performed by monks in the Xiantian realm.

Jiang Shaofu vacated and landed to one side, her eyes were as cold as a frozen lake, calm and waveless.

Pulling out the sword in his hand, he unleashed his exquisite swordsmanship and fought back.

Immediately, the sword was like a star, and the light flickered in patches, covering Huo Gang.

With a muffled groan, Huo Gang shielded his vitals with both hands and retreated, with many sword marks on his body.

Huo Gang gritted his teeth, "Please don't hold back!"

He could see at a glance that Jiang Shaofu's sword power had three points remaining, otherwise his body would not be shallow sword marks, but blood holes.

After Jiang Shaofu heard this, her eyes flickered slightly, and the sword on her body became more and more profound and mysterious.

Huo Gang quickly formed a seal with both hands, and the blood in his body began to boil.

The light of the stars reappeared in Wang Yu's half-closed eyes, and he observed that crimson lines appeared on Huo Gang's body, extending from his abdomen, down to his ankles, up to his throat.

This seems to be a certain state, completely inspired by the power of his blood.

In this state, Huo Gang's physical strength has been further increased, and his strength is infinite.

One punch broke Jiang Shaofu's sword light, like a beast, chasing Jiang Shaofu on the platform and rampaging.

"That's it!" Huqiu's spirit was shaken, and he couldn't help but exclaimed when he noticed Huo Gang's change.

It was after Huo Gang's sudden explosion that he lost.

This momentum, this sense of familiarity has not long passed, and he will never forget it.

On the other side, on the floating stands.

"This really looks like Xiaoyu used to fight." Seeing this scene, the old suzerain suddenly laughed.

Back then, Wang Yu relied on his physical strength to be far stronger than warriors and monks of the same realm, and he often did this in fights, and he liked to directly crush his opponents with strength.

"It's naturally the best choice to break it directly and simply and rudely." Wang Yu didn't argue.

Even now, if he could overwhelm the enemy with one punch, he wouldn't waste his energy and use extra spell coordination.

"Shaofu's swordsmanship and body skills have improved a lot, which is somewhat beyond my expectation. It seems that it is true that she is worshiped under Xiaoyu, so the disadvantage in age is also made up. The outcome is unpredictable." The Pope changed his tune.

Now he thought the two young men were evenly matched.

After hearing this, Wang Yu said with a relaxed smile, "How could that be? I think the outcome should be decided soon."

"Oh! Is it possible that you have taught some swordsmanship that you can't learn." The Pope naturally heard the meaning of Wang Yu's mouth, and was a little surprised.

But at this moment, Jiang Shaofu's eyes were sharpened into swords, and her sword intent soared to the sky, faintly capable of stirring up changes in the situation outside the floating island.

"It's come to such a state, no wonder." The pope was stunned.

Jiang Shaofu's current swordsmanship attainments have already surpassed the innate level, and the ability to change the celestial phenomena with the surge of sword intent seems to be something that monks above the level of real people can do.

"In this case, it is indeed the victory and defeat."

When the sword falls, the wind is rumbling!

Under such sword power, Huo Gang only felt a premonitory stabbing pain in several fatal vital parts of his body, and his heart was alerted, and his whole body was instantly sweating profusely.

In his eyes, Jiang Shaofu's seemingly ordinary sword fell, but there seemed to be all kinds of changes hidden in it, making it inevitable for him to avoid it.

It was clear that one moment was calm and they were probing each other, but the next second it was a violent storm that was going to overturn his giant ship.

At the critical juncture, Huo Gang could only do his best, punched out with both fists, turned around and kicked again.

Several bursts of powerful innate energy met Jiang Shaofu's sword.

The innate strength collapsed, and Huo Gang was knocked to the ground by the sword force.

Everything happened in an instant, and when the audience came to their senses, the sword in Jiang Shaofu's hand had already touched Huo Gang's brow.

High judgment.

If there is no wonderful game contest, there is only a full blow after a trial, and this competition is over.

Those capable spectators were naturally full of praise for Jiang Shaofu's sword, the sword's intent was as strong as entering the realm of a master.

It's hard to believe that this was made by a girl in her twenties.

Huo Gang was still in shock, the edge of the sword, which was close at hand, touched his forehead, and could kill him at any time.

When he came back to his senses, he knew that he was completely defeated. The opponent could even say that he only used one sword seriously, which made it difficult for him to parry.

His eyes inevitably dimmed, and he said in a low voice, "It's because I'm too arrogant."

Jiang Shaofu didn't say anything, but silently put away her sword and walked towards the stage.

"It's a pity that he doesn't know boxing skills. If he has all kinds of exquisite boxing styles, maybe he can still leave some suspense in the outcome." The old suzerain said and looked at Wang Yu.

"If you don't accept it, let him come to Wuzong."

He was asking Wang Yu.

They have never said before that what will be decided by the outcome of this competition.

Whether or not to accept disciples depends entirely on Wang Yu's personal wishes, not the outcome of this competition.

If Huo Gang wins, Wang Yu may not accept it, and if he loses, he may not accept it either.

Wang Yu pondered for a moment, and soon had his own plan in mind.

"This big martial arts competition is over, I will go to see him."

The old suzerain listened, stroked his beard with a smile, and said nothing more.

"What about the other laurel crowns?" Human Sovereign asked along the way.

This is divided into different age groups, and naturally many laurels have been born, and Huo Gang is just one of them.

"The others are the result of careful cultivation by those big forces. With their identities and the cultivation resources they can obtain in the future, they don't need to come to me for re-cultivation."

Wang Yu shook his head and said, he didn't even want to refuse.

In fact, the same was true for Jiang Shaofu back then, but the little girl had a rare heart of swordsmanship and was unparalleled in swordsmanship.

Coupled with his pure heart and pure heart, he was only accepted by Wang Yu.

The geniuses of the human race produced by other powerful forces have a different idea of ​​wanting to worship under Wang Yu's sect, which makes Wang Yu disliked.

The Human Sovereign nodded, and he just casually tried to say a word, and didn't say any more.

In this way, the first Great Martial Arts Tournament came to an end, but the cultivation trend set off by the Great Martial Arts Club will not stop for a long time in the future. This is exactly the trend of the human race that the Emperor and others want to see.

A few days later, Huo Gang felt regretful, but he was ready to go back.

Speaking of which, he already has a very high reputation in the human race at this moment, even if he failed to beat Jiang Shaofu this time, and became the number one powerhouse of the human race, it was still a huge gain.

When he returned to the dungeon, he would be considered returning home.

"It's because my practice is not enough, I need to be stronger!" Huo Gang was extremely firm in his heart.

He firmly believes that as long as he is good enough, he will definitely have a chance to be favored by Wang Yu in the future.

He didn't completely give up the idea of ​​worshiping Wang Yu's disciples.

In the foundation, ever since he learned about Wang Yu's various deeds, he was completely impressed by Wang Yu.

In his eyes, it was Wang Yu who saved the entire human race and him.

Wang Yu is also the patron saint of the human race, the strongest and the pioneer.

A series of titles made Wang Yu look like a god and Buddha in his heart, extremely sublime.

He admired Wang Yu and thought that as long as he defeated Jiang Shaofu, he could prove that he was more qualified to be Wang Yu's disciple.

It was just Jiang Shaofu's sword that shattered his last thought.

Suddenly, a man in white hurriedly opened the door and came in, he was relieved to see that Huo Gang was still in the temporary room.

He is a manager of the Relief Foundation, and this time he also accompanied Huo Gang to participate in this martial arts competition, and was responsible for Huo Gang's basic necessities of life for the past few days.

Seeing that Huo Gang got up and thought he was going back, the manager immediately waved his hand and said, "Don't rush back, I have received a notice that someone wants to see you."

Huo Gang frowned, and said: "Didn't I say that you can decline the solicitation of those big forces, and I don't plan to join those forces."

"It's different this time. It's the old man who wants to see you." The manager shook his head.

"Which elder elder?" Huo Gang was taken aback.

"It's the one you've always wanted to meet, and the president who founded our rescue foundation!" the manager said with a smile.

He knew that the person Huo Gang admired most was Wang Yu, and he also knew what the biggest purpose of this kid's trip was. He had a premonition that this meeting might be of great significance to Huo Gang.

Huo Gang was also shocked.

"Quick, take me there!"

He strode out of the room, putting the thought of leaving behind him.

Soon, in the old man's mansion, Huo Gang met Wang Yu as he wished, and the excitement in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

"Why do you want to be my disciple?" Wang Yu sat at the stone table in the front yard and motioned for him to sit down too.