The country romantic little doctor king

"Hahaha, kid, go to hell! I can burn the sky and destroy the earth with one palm of my hand, what qualifications do you have to resist?" Zhao Changkong said with a sinister smile, smashing the whip shadow, which greatly increased his confidence.

boom!

As he finished speaking, the flaming divine palm as big as a door broke through all obstacles and crushed Chen Yang's head in the air.

Viewed from a distance, the Flame Divine Palm looks like a small hill burning with flames, falling from the sky with earth-shaking violent power.

The giant flaming palm had not yet arrived, but the terrifying pressure had already fallen on Chen Yang, causing the ground around him to sink and crack, revealing a huge palm print pit.

The space seemed to be frozen, and Chen Yang's whole body was restrained by the force field of the giant palm, like a mosquito in an amber fossil, and it was extremely difficult to even move.

At this moment, the breath of death came out overwhelmingly, filling the entire valley.

Everyone's expression changed, and they felt great terror. Some of them swallowed hard, or their teeth chattered.

The full firepower of the martial arts master in the late stage of transformation was really terrifying. Everyone in the valley was shrouded under Zhao Changkong's pressure, and they had the urge to kneel down and worship him.

"No, Mr. Chen, get out of here!"

Wu Shanhe shouted loudly, hurriedly took out a jade talisman from his arms and crushed it out of thin air.

As soon as the jade talisman was broken, a golden light curtain composed of dense runes rushed out. Following Wu Shanhe's magic spell, the golden light curtain shot out at Chen Yang, and finally turned into a golden bell, shrouding Chen Yang's body.

It was a diamond talisman that Wu Shanhe obtained from Qingcheng Mountain. It was known as one of the strongest protective talismans in the world. It turned into a golden protective light curtain that even a sniper rifle could not penetrate.

When Wu Shanhe and Chen Yang had a big fight when they first met, they used such a talisman. They thought it could block Chen Yang's attack, but it turned out to be completely broken by Chen Yang easily.

At this moment, history is surprisingly similar!

"A mere diamond amulet wants to stop me? Wu Shanhe, you are too naive. How can you know the power of my Zhao family's iron sand palm?"

Boom!

Click!

Zhao Changkong slapped it down with a palm. Under the burning power of the flames and the pressure as heavy as a mountain, the bell-shaped golden protective light shield covering Chen Yang's body only lasted for one second before it exploded in the air.

Then the palm continued to press down, with the power of thunder, crushing Chen Yang's head.

At this moment, Chen Yang was only one step away from death, but he saw that he was calm and calm, and said in a scornful tone: "This palm of yours is quite interesting, and it has a little fire. It's a pity that you shouldn't provoke me! Some people It’s not something you can offend, and if you offend, you have to pay the price.”

After saying that, Chen Yang clenched his right hand into a fist.

Bang!

When the five fingers were clenched together, the air in the palm was crushed, a thunderous roar erupted, and a milky white air wave exploded, as if a grenade was held in the palm.

Then, the lightning on his fist flashed and turned into a shining thunder ball, which hit Zhao Changkong's flaming giant palm with the force of attacking the sky.

The pressure and restraint of the giant flaming palm seemed not to exist at this moment.

Everyone's eyes widened as they saw with their own eyes Chen Yang's thunderous punch that struck the sky, and Zhao Changkong's huge flaming palm on the door panel, colliding hard together.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Immediately, an earth-shaking explosion was heard, resounding throughout the valley.

Blazing shock waves spread from the collision point, eventually turning into a huge air wave cloud ring, rushing in all directions.

When the air wave cloud ring struck from all directions, a hole as big as a washbasin appeared in the palm of Zhao Changkong's flaming giant palm. It was penetrated by Chen Yang's fist and was as brittle as paper.

With the face-sized hole as the center, dense cracks like spider webs appeared all around, covering the entire big hand, as if it was about to shatter like porcelain that had been beaten.

"Ahhh..., this is impossible! How could my strongest attack be defeated?"

Amidst Zhao Changkong's miserable howl, the huge flaming palm finally couldn't bear it anymore and shattered inch by inch.

And his whole body flew backwards under the force of Chen Yang's fist. Blood filled the sky, and he flew hundreds of meters away in an instant, breaking countless big trees with a crack.

hiss!

At that moment, everyone lost their voice, and the entire valley fell silent.

The two old masters Qin Zhiwu and Chen Baoguo were stunned for a while, so shocked that they were speechless.

It didn't matter if they were killed, but it was unreasonable for Zhao Changkong to be killed.

Because this means that Chen Yang is probably a half-step god!

Zhao Wentian was looking excited, thinking that the great revenge had been avenged. When he saw this scene, the smile on his face suddenly stopped, as if he had seen a ghost.

Wu Shanhe took out a short knife from his body and was ready to fight Zhao Changkong regardless of his own safety. Because if Chen Yang is shot to death, he will also die. Seeing this scene, the dagger fell from his hand with a clang.

Lu Hanshuang took a step forward and was about to run away. When he saw this scene, he suddenly stopped.

Everyone at the scene was in the same state, dumbfounded and dumbfounded.

Even the birds in the valley stopped chirping.

"You are like an ant, and you still want to shoot me to death?"

Chen Yang slowly retracted his fist. There were still a few drops of blood on the crystal fist.

"This is impossible, this is not true! My dad is a great master in the late stage of transformation and the number one ancient martial artist in Jiangnan Province. How could he lose to a country bumpkin like you?" Zhao Changkong murmured, looking at his old father's expression. The figure flying several hundred meters away had eyes full of disbelief.

His father was the number one ancient martial artist in Jiangnan Province, and ranked eighteenth on the list of Chinese Grandmasters. Chen Yang should have been slapped to death by his father, but now the situation has completely reversed.

He was puzzled!

"Grandpa, did I see it wrong? This guy actually knocked Zhao Changkong away? How did he do it?" Lu Hanshuang stared at his big round eyes and asked his grandfather in disbelief.

"No, you read that right. Zhao Changkong is not his opponent at all, because he is an immortal cultivator! The power of immortal cultivators and the abilities of immortal cultivators are beyond what we and other ancient warriors can imagine." Lu Tianfeng stroked his beard, Hehe said with a smile.

"Wow, Brother Chen won. It's great. No wonder grandpa was so respectful to him and called him sir. It turns out that he is an invincible master." Wu Yan'er said in surprise.

Even Wu Xueer, who had always been cold-tempered, suddenly changed her expression, looking at Chen Yang with eyes full of awe and admiration.

"Sir, he is half-awakened. I was just worried that he would be shot to death by Zhao Changkong. I am so worried. I am too confused." Wu Shanhe gave a bitter smile and shook his head.

"Ah, little beast, you pissed me off."

At this time, an old roar came from a few hundred meters away.

boom!

The rocks cracked and the earth shook!

A figure suddenly jumped up from the ruins and rushed over.

It was Zhao Changkong who had just been knocked away by Chen Yang's punch. His long hair was scattered, his clothes were torn, and one of his palms was dripping with blood. He was in an extremely embarrassing state.

Zhao Changkong's eyes were filled with ice, and his heart was both horrified and angry.

At his level, standing proudly at the top of martial arts in Jiangnan Province, respected by countless people, and caring about face more than anything else, to be knocked away by Chen Yang with a punch would be a lifelong shame.

If he cannot regain his position, he will live in shame for the rest of his life.

"You're not dead yet. You're quite alive. Then I'll give you another ride." Chen Yang smiled faintly, showing his bright silver teeth, and clenched his fists again, preparing to strike while the iron was hot and win over Zhao Changkong until he was convinced.

After all, Zhao Changkong is the number one martial artist in Jiangnan Province and the president of the Jiangnan Province Martial Arts Association. How could he not have some special skills? He must have some big moves that he has not used. Some people at the scene still have expectations for him and don’t want to He lost the battle.

The disciples of the Iron Master were even more eager to act and could not hold back. They were considering whether to take action and attack the enemy together with Zhao Changkong, using the tactics of bullying the few with more and fighting in groups.

However, it is difficult for ants to intervene in the confrontation between the masters. The aftermath of the battle alone is not something they can bear.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yang took a step forward, with true energy surging under his feet. Liuyun stepped on the air and moved forward. In a few flashes, he came to Zhao Changkong, clenched his fist, and punched out.

"Do you think I will let you succeed? Break the chain of iron sand palms for me!"

Bang bang bang!

Zhao Changkong was already prepared, his palms shook continuously, and as the void trembled, fiery red palm-shaped air waves appeared.

There were a total of ten palm-shaped air waves, and they went forward one after another. The flames boiled and gathered into an overwhelming force, hitting Chen Yang's fist hard.

Puff puff!

Those ten multiple palm prints were broken one after another under Chen Yang's fist, just like a series of soap bubbles being punctured by needles.

boom!

In the end, Chen Yang's punch landed on Zhao Changkong's heart, knocking him back and creating a dent in his chest.

"What a terrifying power, several times greater than Qin Zhiwu's. Is this guy a monster?" Zhao Changkong was horrified, and his body couldn't help but tremble. It was caused by the huge force on Chen Yang's fist. Caused throughout the body.

"Is he also a master of horizontal training? Or has his realm reached the level of quasi-god realm, which is higher than mine? Or, has he cultivated some peerless magical skills that are superior to the martial arts of the world?"

Zhao Changkong's brain was running wildly, and he was thinking in horror.

Of these three possibilities, he was more inclined to think that the third one was that Chen Yang had practiced some kind of peerless magic that was so terrifying.

The brat has thin arms and legs. Judging from his appearance, he is not a master of horizontal training.

Generally speaking, Henglian masters are muscular men with five big muscles and three thick muscles, with copper skin and iron bones.

To say that Chen Yang is in the quasi-god realm is a bit of a fantasy.

At this moment, he didn't have time to think about it, because Chen Yang attacked again.

"Qin Zhiwu, Chen Baoguo, if you don't take action now, when will you wait? This kid is too evil and I can't deal with him alone. Once we kill him, the reward from the Medicine God Sect and the opportunity in the cave will be divided equally among our three sects." Zhao Changkong shouted to Qin Zhiwu and Chen Baoguo, finally seeing the reality clearly, he alone was no match for Chen Yang.

Although the two old masters Qin Zhiwu and Chen Baoguo were both injured, they were far from fatal. After getting up from the ground, they shook their arms and legs a few times. They heard the sound of bones returning to their places, and they became lively again. , and assumed a fighting stance towards Chen Yang.

"If you get tired of living, feel free to take action, and I will send you to hell one by one!" Chen Yang said to them, with murderous intent and threats in his words.

As soon as he said these words, Qin Zhiwu and Chen Baoguo became a little timid and hesitated, and they even looked at each other in confusion.

"Grandmaster Qin, Grandmaster Chen, I advise you to just sit back and watch. If you take action, you will only die. Mr. Chen has half-stepped into the god and is already a quasi-god. What qualifications do you have to be his opponent? The defeat just now has not happened yet. Can you learn a lesson?" Wu Shanhe also persuaded the two of them to stay out of the matter.

"Quasi-god realm? Is he really half-god? Zhao Changkong, don't lie to us." Chen Baoguo said to Wu Shanhe in disbelief.

"Bullshit Quasi-God Realm, don't believe Wu Shanhe's nonsense. If you look through the history of Chinese ancient martial arts, you can't find another such a young Quasi-God Realm. He just practices more advanced techniques. The three of us They teamed up to subdue him, and then tortured him about his martial arts skills." Zhao Changkong shouted loudly to Qin Zhiwu and Chen Baoguo, his eyes widened like bells, and he spit out a mouthful of saliva.

Then, he looked at Chen Yang fiercely and said: "Little beast, your fists are very hard, but do you think you can defeat me with just your fists? Go ahead and dream of your dreams! Everyone in the world thinks that iron sand palms can defeat me." I can only practice two palms, but I know that the iron sand palm is a horizontal and hard skill that can train every part of the body to be as hard as steel. Let you see my indestructible vajra body."

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying aura erupted from Zhao Changkong.

Then, everyone saw an incredible scene. His two black iron palms spread up his arms, turning his arms into a black iron color, and then spread from his arms to his whole body.

In just a few snaps of his fingers, Zhao Changkong's entire body "blackened", the luster of the metal shone, and he turned into a fierce man who seemed to be made of black steel.

As Zhao Changkong said, the perfect iron sand palm inherited from the Zhao family can train the whole body to be as hard as steel. It is a purely horizontal and hard skill.

His transformation shocked everyone in the audience. It felt like they were seeing special effects in a movie, which was very unreal.

Even with Zhao Changkong's black iron body, he couldn't be killed even with heavy artillery. It can be said that there is no flaw in his body.

"Come on, let me see how hard your bullshit black iron body is." Chen Yang smiled coldly and appeared in front of Zhao Changkong in a flash, and then a crystal clear palm fell down from the air.

Rumble!

There seemed to be a big millstone crushing through the void, and a golden giant palm condensed out of thin air. It was like the Pantian Seal offered by the ancient god. Following Chen Yang's palm movements, it pressed down on Zhao Changkong's Tianling Cap.

It is the upgraded version of the Tiangang Disha palm, the Tiangang Disha big handprint!

Boom boom boom!

Before the giant palm arrived, an invisible coercion enveloped Zhao Changkong's whole body, and his powerful magic power was restrained on the spot.