The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

"I have already faced the strongest Li Mubai, and you guys still can't win a single match. You are all trash!"

"I just practiced for a short time. If I could practice for a few more years and reach the sixth level of Qi Condensation, I would definitely be the winner today!"

Lin Hongzhi muttered to himself nervously, and Chen Qizhi frowned beside him. He looked down on Lin Hongzhi from the bottom of his heart. The fact is obvious. Even if the two have the same cultivation, Lin Hongzhi will never be Li Mubai's opponent. This is not a problem of strength, but a problem of character and fighting spirit.

To put it bluntly, Lin Hongzhi lacks an invincible heart.

On the high platform.

"Stinky boy, I will smash your head with one punch after another, and make you regret being born in this world!" Peng Qi rubbed his fist, stretched out his five fingers and clenched them tightly, his eyes were extremely cold.

This kid actually dared to humiliate him in public. He must kill him as quickly as possible to prevent Elder Li Qiang from stopping him.

"Bang!"

The gong rang loudly, shaking people's hearts, and then the voice of Elder Li Qiang sounded.

"The last match, Lindan Peak Zhan Nianchuan vs. Yunlong Peak Peng Qi, the fight begins!"

"Boom! Boom!"

As Elder Li Qiang's voice fell, two strong power fluctuations suddenly exploded above the ring, and the strong wind blew in all directions, making everyone unable to open their eyes.

Zhan Nianchuan and Peng Qi pounced on each other fiercely like two lions.

Peng Qi's fist glowed, making his fist force doubled. Under such circumstances, he didn't believe that anyone could take his punch head-on.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Three consecutive earth-shaking noises, the two sides separated at the touch, and instantly exchanged attack positions.

Zhan Nianchuan whistled fiercely, and threw seven punches in a row like lightning, and seven fist shadows bombarded Peng Qi with a whistling sound.

"A trifle!"

Facing the seven fist shadows attacking, Peng Qi smiled disdainfully. How could someone throw seven punches at the same time? There must be only one real punch among them.

He released his consciousness completely and carefully identified which punch was real.

Soon his face changed. These seven punches gave him the feeling that they were all real!

"No, how is this possible?" Peng Qi muttered to himself. He couldn't accept this fact.

On the high platform, many elders looked serious and stared at Zhan Nianchuan.

With their consciousness strength and vision, they naturally saw that it was not Zhan Nianchuan who threw seven punches at the same time, but Zhan Nianchuan's speed was too fast. One punch was faster and more powerful than the other, giving people the visual feeling that he threw seven punches at the same time!

"What a powerful body! What a powerful boxing!" Liu Rulong's white beard fluttered, his eyes full of disbelief.

Tong Dachuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and Bai Tianchi's face next to him changed slightly.

In a flash, the seven punches, with a whirring sound, completely blocked him from several angles, and were about to hit him.

It was too late to dodge at this time. Peng Qi snorted coldly and poured all his magic power into the protective robe. The runes on the robe suddenly appeared and shone brightly.

"You want to break my protective robe? Dream on!"

"Bang!"

Seven punches hit Peng Qi's body at the same time, making a deafening sound. Even with the protective robe, he was hit so hard that his blood and qi surged and he retreated several steps.

The disciples from various peaks who were watching in the square were in an uproar.

No one could have imagined that the secular boxing that they usually looked down upon could actually repel the cultivator wearing defensive robes head-on.

"Good!"

The disciples of Lindan Peak were proud and raised their eyebrows. They didn't care that Zhan Nianchuan had only gained a small advantage. They seized the rare opportunity and cheered loudly.

The disciples of Yunlong Peak looked a little ugly. After all, they were three levels higher and used magic weapons, but they were suppressed by the opponent. This made them lose face.

"Humph, just crude boxing skills are not worthy of being in the hall. As long as Peng Qi uses magic, it will be easy to win." Liu Weimao sneered and belittled Zhan Nianchuan.

Tong Dachuan was silent. Although Liu Weimao's words were unpleasant, they were also facts and he could not refute them.

"Buzz!"

The buzzing sound in the square suddenly rose, and the onlookers stared at the two people on the high platform in amazement.

At this time, forty-nine fist shadows appeared on the entire boxing ring at the same time!

"Am I seeing it right, forty-nine punches?"

"This is his true strength. He can actually throw forty-nine punches in an instant. Is he still a human being?"

"This is a human body cultivator!"

The fist shadows were everywhere, especially the last twenty punches, which actually made a sonic boom and bombarded Peng Qi in no particular order.

Feeling the power of this blow, Peng Qi's face changed drastically. In a hurry, he had no time to use other means, so he had to desperately pour the magic power in his body into the protective robe.

The stone slab under Bai Tianchi's feet shattered.

"Bang..."

Like thunder exploding, these forty-nine punches hit Peng Qi at the same time, smashing his protective robe to make it flash wildly and quickly dim.

However, the yellow-grade top-grade defensive robe is so powerful that it has not been damaged even after such a heavy blow.

The clothes were not damaged, but Peng Qi was knocked back more than ten feet, rolling on the ground, and almost rolled off the high platform.

"You... poof!"

Peng Qi stretched out his fingers tremblingly, and wanted to speak but a large mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Good!"

"Well done!"

"Junior Brother Zhan is awesome! Junior Brother Zhan is mighty!"

All the Lindan Peak disciples present were extremely excited. The emotions that had been suppressed for several hours were completely released at this moment. Several female disciples screamed and cheered for Zhan Nianchuan.

The Yunlong Peak disciples were silent. How could they lose? They were unwilling to accept it from the bottom of their hearts.

"Do you think you won? Naive!"

"I will kill you today. I will beat your brains out!"

In the eyes of everyone's disbelief, Peng Qi's face flashed an abnormal red, and his aura actually recovered to its peak in an instant.

He jumped up, his eyes bloodshot, staring at Zhan Nianchuan.

"What secret technique is this?" Someone said in horror.

"No matter what secret technique it is, now that Peng Qi has recovered, Zhan Nianchuan is in danger." A female disciple from Qingling Peak kept shaking her head.

"Yes, Peng Qi will definitely give up fighting with his body and use magic instead. How can secular boxing fight against immortal magic? There is no chance of winning."

"The winner of this fight has been decided."

Li Mubai stood with his hands behind his back, smiling. Although the process was a bit tortuous, the result did not change. Ten to zero, Yunlongfeng won under his leadership.

At this time, Peng Qi's fist was shining red, and the power of this magic weapon was fully activated by him. It turned out to be a magic weapon with fire attributes.

"Boy, this flaming boxing glove is not only to increase the power of the boxing, you have not yet felt its true power, wait to be roasted!" Peng Qi laughed grimly.

He now regretted his behavior of despising Zhan Nianchuan. He always felt that it was useless to use a butcher knife to kill a chicken, and Zhan Nianchuan did not use the magic weapon, so he did not activate the boxing glove to increase the power of the magic, resulting in passive beating. Now he decided to go all out and send Zhan Nianchuan on his way.

Tong Xi, who was standing aside, watched this scene, her brows slightly furrowed, and she unknowingly took a few steps closer to the platform.