In this troubled world, I can optimize everything

Old Man Mu opened his mouth and wanted to say something but held it back.

If Chen Heng is really as powerful as Chen Fugui says, Mr. Qiu is really no match for him.

In fact, Chen Heng is also quite curious as to which one is stronger, his transformation energy or normal transformation energy.

"Do you need me to give you three moves first?"

Chen Heng asked, looking at Mr. Qiu who was already red and warm.

It's not that he looked down on Mr. Qiu, Chen Heng was really afraid that he would not have enough strength to cut Mr. Qiu in half with one knife.

If Huajin warriors were as weak as the Second Master of Baihu Hall, Mr. Qiu might not be able to block his blow.

"Okay, okay! You underestimate me so much!"

Mr. Qiu's face turned red with anger, and the knuckles of the hand holding the sword turned white.

"Then I'll teach you a lesson!"

After saying that, Mr. Qiu flew closer with a long sword in hand.

The sword light flickered, and Mr. Qiu slashed nine sword qi in a row, heading straight for Chen Heng's vitals.

Chen Heng is a man who keeps his word. If he is given three moves, he will be given three moves.

Ding Ding Ding!

With nine crisp sounds in a row, Chen Heng actually smashed the nine sword energy with his palm.

"The first move."

Chen Heng stretched out a finger.

"You have two more moves, and then it's my turn."

Seeing that his sword energy had no effect, Mr. Qiu's face became ugly.

Practicing martial arts requires a lot of money, and he is just a martial artist from an ordinary family.

Relying on chance and coincidence, it is possible to reach the level of energy.

His native family simply couldn’t afford the expenses he needed to practice martial arts.

This is why Mr. Qiu wants to be a guest at the Mu family.

He gave the Mu family military protection, and the Mu family gave him the money he needed to practice martial arts.

If he loses today, the Mu family's resources will definitely decrease.

This was something he couldn't accept.

"Death!"

Mr. Qiu also knew that he could not hold back any longer, so he directly used his sword with all his strength.

The extremely sinister inner energy enveloped the long sword, and Mr. Qiu turned around and attacked Chen Heng's armpit.

Chen Heng waved his fists and blocked Mr. Qiu back.

He didn't have any skills in this punch, it all relied on brute force and the hard body of the Vajra Indestructible Magic.

"How is that possible!?" Old Man Mu exclaimed.

Mr. Qiu's all-conquering Zifeng inner energy couldn't penetrate Chen Heng's skin?

Is this guy made of steel?

Zifeng's inner energy is a very powerful one, even if it is made of granite, a hole will be poked out.

Mr. Qiu's palm trembled slightly, he had exerted 80% of his strength just now.

Not to mention being injured, his oily skin was not even punctured.

Zifeng's inner energy had no effect at all on that boy?

Moreover, the counter-shock force returned from the sword almost made him unable to hold the sword.

"The second move." Chen Heng stretched out two fingers.

"You still have one last chance, and then it's my turn."

The hair all over Mr. Qiu's body exploded, and a huge sense of crisis enveloped him.

Although the young man in front of him did not take action, he still felt a knife on his neck.

"Huh..." Mr. Qiu took a deep breath, and the sword naturally drooped.

"Zifeng! Poyun!"

Concentrating all his inner energy on the long sword, Mr. Qiu turned into a purple arrow and shot it out!

Even Chen Heng had to be more serious when facing this move.

With a loud bang, most of the hard granite arena collapsed.

The rising dust enveloped the two people in the ring.

"This..." Old Man Mu's mouth twitched. This large granite arena cost him a lot of money to build.

Looking at the gravel on the ground, Old Man Mu felt his heart bleeding.

"No, Fatty Chen, aren't you worried about your son?"

With nowhere to vent, Old Man Mu could only yell at Chen Fugui.

"Why are you so anxious? That's my son, not your son."

Although Chen Fugui was also worried, he seemed calm on the surface.

"It's the third move, it's my turn next."

After the smoke dispersed, Chen Heng grabbed the sword in Mr. Qiu's hand with one hand and stretched out three fingers with the other hand.

"How is it possible..." Mr. Qiu looked at the young man in front of him blankly.

That was already his full blow, but it still had no effect.

Could it be that the young man in front of me is a master of Tongxuan?

impossible!

Mr. Qiu directly denied his conjecture.

How could there be a sixteen-year-old Tongxuan in this world?

Just the sixteen-year-old Hua Jin is enough to shock the world.

"Second style, break the army!"

Chen Heng raised the black sword in his hand and swung out a sword with terrifying killing power.

Mr. Qiu's pupils suddenly shrank and he turned over and backed away.

Unexpectedly, the sword energy seemed to have eyes. It followed him wherever he went.

Mr. Qiu had no choice but to raise his sword to block.

There was a crisp sound, and the sword in Mr. Qiu's hand exploded, sending fragments flying in the sky.

Mr. Qiu, who lost all means of defense, could only watch helplessly as the sword energy struck towards him.

"Oh, I'm going to die at the hands of a sixteen-year-old kid."

"It's so ridiculous..."

The pain he imagined did not appear, and Mr. Qiu slowly opened his eyes.

A gust of cool breeze blew by, and Mr. Qiu felt a chill in his lower body.

Looking down, he found that the clothes on his body had disappeared.

And he was walking the bird into the wind.

"Okay, don't be embarrassed." Chen Heng put away the black sword.

"Hurry back and change your clothes."

Mr. Qiu really couldn't arouse his interest in fighting.

Although the strength is not bad, it is still too weak.

After this battle, Chen Heng was able to roughly determine his combat effectiveness.

You may not be able to defeat someone above Tongxuan, but you can completely crush someone below Tongxuan.

"If you have a chance, find a master of Tongxuan to challenge you." Chen Heng walked down the ring to himself, picked up the wine glass in front of Chen Fugui and took a sip.

"You...won't kill me?" Mr. Qiu stood on the ring with his buttocks bare, looking at Chen Heng with burning eyes.

"My dad told me that it's best not to kill anyone today."

Chen Heng stood next to Chen Fugui and turned to look at Mr. Qiu on the ring.

"Qiu is willing to give up. Thank you Mr. Chen for your advice."

"Qiu's words were very offensive today. Please give Mr. Chen a chance. Qiu will definitely come to apologize."

This Mr. Qiu can be considered a character, and he admits defeat simply and neatly.

After saying that, Mr. Qiu fled the scene as fast as he could.

"Old Man Mu, how is my son?" Chen Fugui raised his chin at Old Man Mu as his nostrils turned upward.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I didn't expect your Fatty Chen's son to be so powerful."

Old Man Mu slapped his mouth, looking at Chen Heng with eyes full of longing.

"Fat Chen, what do you think my second girl looks like?"

"Go, go, don't take advantage of my son." Chen Fugui pushed Old Man Mu's big face aside.

"Don't say that. Let the children get along with each other more. What if they see each other?"

Old Man Mu chuckled and continued to move forward shamelessly.

"Okay, okay, we'll talk about this later, let's go eat first!"

Chen Fugui quickly changed the topic.

"Old Liu! Prepare the carriage and book a fine banquet at Feiyun Tower!"

Old Man Mu also knew that this matter could not be rushed, so he stopped worrying about it.

"Starting from Feiyun Tower?"

"Let's go!"