The country romantic little doctor king

What Chen Baoguo and Qin Zhiwu meant was that if Wu Shanhe dared to interfere, they would not sit idly by.

Chen Yang was already facing a certain death situation. In everyone's eyes, it was meaningless for Wu Shanhe to intervene. Not only would he not be able to save Chen Yang, but he might get involved with the Wu family.

Having offended the Jiangnan Province Ancient Martial Arts Association, his Wu family's life in the future was destined to be difficult.

And he, Wu Shanhe, might hate being here today and be killed by three old masters.

Everyone thought that Wu Shanhe would give in, but they didn't expect that he seemed to turn a deaf ear to the words of Chen Baoguo and Qin Zhiwu, and actually said to Zhao Changkong with a serious face: "Master Zhao, it is indeed a pity that nephew Wentian was deprived of his Dantian. I know that no matter what No matter how much I try to persuade you, you won't listen, but I still want to advise you that Mr. Chen is not something you can offend. His strength far exceeds your imagination. Don't say you alone, it's the three of you grandmasters working together. There's no chance of winning. It's better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies, so let's forget it, just listen to me."

After all, he was the president of the Jiangnan Province Ancient Martial Arts Association and his boss who worked together. Wu Shanhe didn't want to watch Zhao Changkong die, so he tried to persuade him.

In fact, Wu Shanhe didn't know how powerful Chen Yang was.

But he knew that Chen Yang had cultivated his spiritual thoughts and had reached a semi-divine level in martial arts. Zhao Changkong, who was in the late stage of transformation, was not qualified to be his enemy.

Although he had good intentions, no one believed him!

As soon as he said this, everyone in the audience burst into laughter.

The three grandmasters could not defeat Chen Yang even if they joined forces, and the international joke would not dare to make such a joke.

madman!

A complete lunatic!

"Zhao Changkong, I think you are an old fool. You said that the three of us can't beat him together. He is a brat who can even say such unscrupulous words. Have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? Or have you been squeezed by the door? ?" Chen Baoguo, the leader of the Xingyi Sect, said in a contemptuous tone, feeling as if he was shocked.

"Unless he is in the martial arts divine realm, he will definitely die today. And do you think anyone in the world will believe that he is in the martial arts divine realm?" Qin Zhiwu Dao, the leader of the Baji Sect, gritted his teeth and yelled angrily.

The leader of the Iron Fist Sect, Zhao Changkong, was too lazy to talk nonsense. His body turned into an afterimage and pounced on him like a tiger.

"Wu Shanhe, I said, anyone who stands in my way will die! Either get out of here or die for me." Zhao Changkong shouted loudly, his eyes bloodshot and red, as if he was possessed.

Obviously he didn't listen to Wu Shanhe's advice just now.

An extremely strong momentum condensed in the palm, as if the air was blasted, and there were bursts of thunder-like sounds.

His palm first turned into red, and swelled as if inflated to the size of a basin, and soon the red palm ignited with burning flames.

In an instant, the wind roared, the light flashed, and the flames roared!

The upgraded version of the Iron Sand Palm and the Flame Divine Palm with the power of thunder were blasted out, facing Chen Yang and Wu Shanhe.

Because Wu Shanhe was standing between Chen Yang and Zhao Changkong.

Boom boom boom!

Waves of energy ripples roared out from Zhao Changkong's palm, like a stormy sea. Wherever it passed, not only the grass and trees turned into powder, but even the stones on the ground were constantly shattered.

"Let me go, is this the power of a full blow from a master in the late stage of transformation? It's simply too terrifying, and a heavy artillery blow is nothing more than that!"

"What kind of heavy artillery? The power of this blow is comparable to the large-caliber multiple rocket launcher that washes the ground. If a god blocks it, it will kill a god, and if a ghost blocks it, it will kill a ghost. This kid is dead. If he doesn't die, I will take his surname."

"It's so scary, it's so scary! Get away quickly, don't get covered in blood."

……

Everyone exclaimed in surprise, and were as excited as if they had been shot. It was an eye-opener.

Great masters in the late stage of transformation are rare to see, and the scene of them using all their strength is even rarer. They are rare and hard to come by.

Such a fierce palm, almost like a movie special effect, will definitely kill Chen Yang!

Everyone thought Wu Shanhe would dodge, including Chen Yang, who was already prepared to strike Zhao Changkong hard.

Unexpectedly, Wu Shanhe not only did not dodge, but took the initiative to receive Zhao Changkong's blow.

"Grandmaster Zhao, I'm offended! Mr. Chen is a great benefactor of my Wu family. If you want to kill him, you have to get through me first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Shanhe's hands were like holding Tai Chi, quickly drawing a mysterious trajectory, and then facing Zhao Changkong's flame palm, he pushed hard with both palms.

"What? Is this old guy crazy? How dare he

Grandmaster Zhao takes action? "

"He was in the early stage of Huajin, and he took action against someone in the late stage of Huajin. Who gave him the courage? Who gave him the confidence?"

"Even if the two of them work together, they cannot be the opponent of Grandmaster Zhao. They are simply idiots and pedantic!"

……

In an instant, everyone in the audience was dumbfounded, showing expressions of disbelief. Wu Shanhe dared to take action against Zhao Changkong, and he was seeking his own death.

"Oh?"

Even Chen Yang narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't expect Wu Shanhe to do this. After all, there was a huge gap in combat power between him and Zhao Changkong.

Although it is a bit pedantic, it is courageous after all.

This made Chen Yang a little touched.

In other words, this is exactly what Wu Shanhe wants to achieve. He takes the initiative to show his kindness and throws his own blood in various ways, so that Chen Yang can lift the restriction imposed on him as soon as possible.

Furthermore, he had just made a breakthrough in the dragon-binding rope and reached the middle stage of energy transformation, and he wanted to measure his strength.

"Hmph, don't underestimate me. My grandfather is stronger than all of you can imagine. He will not be defeated." Wu Yan'er pouted and said.

"Hahaha!"

As a result, as soon as he said these words, he was greeted with bursts of laughter.

And in the midst of everyone's contemptuous laughter, a dragon's roar suddenly resounded, drowning out all the sounds.

boom!

Then he saw a pale golden dragon-shaped shadow, which jumped out from Wu Shanhe's palm. It was as thick as a bucket and three to four feet long. It was like a divine dragon and had great visual impact.

"what is this?"

"Holy shit, dragon? I'm not blind, are I? This horse really looks like a dragon."

"It can create a dragon-shaped shadow. What kind of technique is this?"

……

A half-illusory, half-real golden dragon shadow appeared, blinding everyone's eyes.

"How about it? My grandpa is great, isn't he?" Wu Yan'er said to everyone as if showing off. No one dared to laugh now.

"This is the Wu family's dragon-binding rope. Wu Shanhe actually created a dragon-shaped shadow, which shows that the dragon-binding rope has been completed. However, the Wu family's dragon-binding rope has always been said to be incomplete and unable to create a dragon-shaped shadow. Really?" Chen Baoguo, the leader of the Xingyi Sect, exclaimed.

He is also a member of the Jiangnan Province Ancient Martial Arts Association. Of course he knows something about the Wu family's dragon-binding technique. Cultivating a dragon-shaped phantom means that the technique is a small success, and turning the dragon shadow into a real one means that the technique is a great success. .

Due to the incompleteness of his skills, Wu Shanhe has been unable to cultivate a dragon-shaped shadow for so many years, and the dragon-binding rope is only half-skilled. Now there is actually a dragon-shaped shadow, which is really surprising.

"Not only has he achieved a small level of skill, but his realm has also broken through to the middle stage of transforming energy. No wonder he has the courage to challenge Grandmaster Zhao. But even if he breaks through, there is still a small realm between him and Grandmaster Zhao, and he will definitely be crushed." Qin Zhiwu, the leader of the Baji Sect, said coldly, feeling the vast aura on Wu Shanhe's body, he knew that Wu Shanhe had made a breakthrough.

Boom!

Under everyone's incredulous gaze, a half-real and half-solid golden dragon shadow shot out by Wu Shanhe's palms collided with Zhao Changkong's flaming divine palms, erupting with an earth-shaking explosion.

Powerful air waves surged in all directions like a tsunami, with the potential to overwhelm mountains and seas. The gravel on the ground flew randomly, the grass and trees turned into powder, and some warriors were thrown away.

Horror!

Wu Shanhe felt a surge of energy and blood, and his internal organs were violently shaken. He almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. He stomped and took a dozen steps back.

But Zhao Changkong only took three or four steps back.

Although he clearly had the upper hand, a look of disbelief flashed in Zhao Changkong's eyes.

Even if Wu Shanhe had mastered the dragon-binding rope, even if he had broken through the middle stage of energy transformation, he was still confident that he could crush people with that palm. After all, his cultivation level was a small level higher.

Unexpectedly, Wu Shanhe was still standing and did not fall down.

"Okay, very good, Wu Shanhe, it's me who underestimated you. Since you insist on setting up a fight, then bear 10% of my anger."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Changkong stepped out again, pulling out an afterimage behind him. With full firepower, his momentum reached its peak, and another earth-shaking flaming divine palm struck Wu Shanhe.

This time, the Flame Divine Palm transformed into the size of the tabletop of the Eight Immortals Table, and its power was several times terrifying.

Zhao Changkong was even more murderous and wanted to slap Wu Shanhe, the nosy old guy, to death with one palm.

"Grandpa, be careful." Wu Xueer exclaimed as her face turned pale with fright.

"grandfather……"

Wu Yaner, who was full of confidence just now, turned ugly.

Zhao Changkong was firing on all cylinders, and her grandfather couldn't catch this blow at all.

At this time, I heard Chen Yang say: "The qi eye of this slap is the pulp of the little finger."

As soon as he said these words, Zhao Changkong's expression suddenly changed wildly.

Because the weak point of his palm is not elsewhere, but on the pulp of his little finger.

His flaming divine palm, which expanded to the size of a tabletop, was filled with true energy. It must have a chi eye to control the inflow and outflow of true energy.

This anger is the weakness.

If you hit this position, it is like hitting the seven inches of the snake, which can have the effect of moving a thousand pounds.

Generally speaking, Qi Eyes are difficult to detect. After all, Wu Shanhe's entire palm was covered in flames, but Chen Yang had see-through golden pupils.

Within his field of vision, Zhao Changkong's moves were like slow motion in "bullet time". They were slowed down so much that any flaws could not escape detection.

Even if he focused his eyesight, he could even see the movement route of the true energy in Zhao Changkong's body.

In other words, if Chen Yang wanted to secretly learn the Zhao family's iron sand palm, it would be easy.

"Okay!" Wu Shanhe understood instantly.

boom!

Another palm shot out a pale golden dragon-shaped shadow, heading straight for Zhao Changkong's little finger.

"Little beast, your eyes are very mean. Wait until I dig out your eyes and see how you still see." Chen Baoguo, the leader of the Xingyi Sect, turned cold and jumped three or four times in the air as if his legs were equipped with springs. Mi Gao whipped Chen Yang hard in the face.

Boom boom boom!

The air under his legs was blown away.

The inheritance of Xingyimen is not only about boxing, but also about kicking.

Chen Baoguo's whip kick was comparable to a tomahawk thrown out in anger. It was enough to kick up sandbags and even a stubborn rock.

Everyone was silent, as if they had seen the bloody scene where Chen Yang's head was kicked open.

"Humph!"

But Chen Yang only snorted coldly, and without dodging, he punched casually.

It was obviously just a casual punch, but Chen Baoguo's expression suddenly changed.

Chen Yang's punch was as calm as water on the surface, but in reality there was an undercurrent surging inside, containing the power of a mountain and a tsunami.

It is like a volcano. When it is not erupting, it is harmless to humans and animals. Once it erupts, it will definitely destroy the world.

Chen Baoguo had seen Chen Yang take action just now, so he naturally did not dare to take it lightly.

The body was like a dexterous snake, its shape suddenly changed in the air, its left and right legs spread at an angle, as if they turned into a pair of big scissors, changed its moves, and cut off Chen Yang's neck fiercely.

Tear it apart!

The muscles in his legs bulged, and the big tendons bulged out. They grew several times in an instant, to the point where they even burst his trouser legs, creating waves of violent wind.

At the same time, the body twists, bringing powerful rotation force.

Once Chen Yang's neck was clamped between his legs, his head might be pulled out of his body and his body and head separated.

Chen Baoguo, an old man, also made a deadly move and wanted to kill Chen Yangzhen on the spot with one blow.

He was not only helping Zhao Changkong, but also had a selfish motive to covet the Yaoshen Sect's bounty on Chen Yang.

If he kills Chen Yang, Zhao Changkong will be embarrassed to take away the reward, right?

"And me, little beast, where are you going to run away from?"

Perhaps out of the same consideration, Chen Baoguo had just used a scissor kick to cut Chen Yang's neck. Qin Zhiwu stamped his feet on the ground, and his huge body of almost 1.9 meters faced him like a tank. Then Chen Yang bumped into him hard.

This is a pure hard work, Baji Iron Mountain relies on it!

Qin Zhiwu is a master of Baji Henglian. His body is as strong as steel. It can withstand bullets and machine gun fire. His iron mountain support is his best skill. A full-strength attack is like three feet of concrete. Concrete walls can collapse upon impact.

If an ordinary person were hit by his iron mountain support, he would instantly turn into blood and mud. The situation would be no less tragic than being hit by a high-speed truck.

"Like an ant!" Chen Yang said coldly, his expression unchanged and as calm as a mountain.

As soon as he finished speaking, he casually swung out a Xuanhuang Qi weapon and slashed at Chen Baoguo's crotch.

Zheng!

The Xuanhuang Qi soldiers burst out, emitting a dazzling golden light and a sharp clang, which was as powerful as a tungsten steel dagger of the same size, with the power to cut through gold and iron.

"Condensing energy into a weapon, how is this possible? What state are you in? Have you reached the late stage of transforming energy?" Chen Baoguo was shocked when he saw this, and his pupils shrank suddenly. It felt incredible.