Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 898 King Conferring Conference (16)

Mutadai said: "You are a guest, you are the first to recruit." As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a gust of wind rushing towards him, and Fang Jianming was already approaching.He didn't expect Fang Jianming to come so quickly, he was startled, he quickly stepped on his toes, and retreated ten feet away.Fang Jianming followed him like a shadow and never let go.

Mutadai exerted all his strength, changed more than a dozen movements in succession, and flashed like lightning in the open space, but he still couldn't get rid of Fang Jianming. He couldn't help being surprised and angry in his heart, and suddenly pushed out his palm. A frightening pressure has squeezed the airflow within seven feet to make a weird whistling sound.

Hearing a "bang", the palms of the two men met, and a gust of wind swept past. Mutadai rushed straight up, folded suddenly, and fell down like a falcon on his head and feet.

Fang Jianming laughed loudly, his figure fluttered like a ghost, and in an instant, he turned into dozens of figures, turning sharply around Mutadai.

Suddenly hearing a "boom", the chaotic figures scattered and gathered, gathered and dispersed again, and then saw a figure flying out, and fell to the ground with a "click".

The heroes took a closer look and saw that the person who flew out and landed was Fang Jianming. They were all dumbfounded. They had expected him to defeat Mutadai and improve their morale, but they expected him to lose so quickly.

Mutadai stood on the field with a puzzled expression on his face, but seeing Fang Jianming being sent flying by him, he couldn't help laughing wildly, and said, "My surname is Yun, I didn't expect you to be so vulnerable, my Dharma King... "The complexion changed drastically, and before the next words could be said, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

At this moment, Fang Jianming, who was lying on the ground, suddenly sat up, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Everyone has seen it, no more, no less, exactly three moves, he has already vomited blood."

Pointing at him, Mutadai said with anger on his face, "You...you...wow..." Another mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth, his body swayed, and he took a step back.

There was another "wow", Mutadai's footsteps were unsteady, he vomited blood for the third time, and retreated again until he spit out six mouthfuls of blood and retreated six steps before his face was as pale as a pillar, and he fell straight and low down.

A tenth-level dharma king jumped out of his seat, picked up Mutadai on the ground, and said in a cold voice, "My surname is Yun, the kung fu in Mutadai's body is clearly his best kung fu. You can use it." What kind of magic is it? Come from the truth."

Fang Jianming smiled and said, "This is not a demon technique."

The tenth-level Dharma king said: "If it's not the demon method, don't you also understand our Persian martial arts? This is impossible."

Fang Jianming said: "Of course I don't understand Persia's martial arts. I only know that he hit me with a palm, and I flew out, but he himself was hit by his own moves."

The tenth-level Dharma King said angrily, "Isn't this a demon technique or something? What is it to win with a demon technique?"

Fang Jianming laughed, and said: "There are so many talents in your teaching, have you never even heard of this kind of kung fu?"

"If my guess is correct, what Yun Guibin used just now is the long-lost Wuxiang magic skill." Following the words, Shariwal, the envoy of Renwei, stood up and walked to the field.

The tenth-level Dharma king handed the unconscious Mutadai to a Persian warrior, walked back to his original position and sat down, his face was full of anger, it was obvious that he had a very good relationship with Mutadai, and he was very upset about him.

Shariwal is tall and burly, but his movements are smooth and unobtrusive.Fang Jianming only took one look at him, and he knew that he was a formidable opponent. He jumped up from the ground, cupped his hands at him, and said with a smile: "Envoy Renwei, can you not help but make a move?"

Shariwal smiled lightly, and said: "Guild Yun's martial arts is so high, it is rare in this world. Shariwal is eager to see the skills, and wants to learn a thing or two, and I hope that VIP Yun will not hesitate to teach you."

Fang Jianming said: "The envoy of Renwei's martial arts is extraordinary and holy, how dare I teach you?"

Shariwal said: "Guild Yun is being modest, I don't know what my move is like?" After saying that, he punched Fang Jianming in the air, the punch was very impressive, and he knew that he had been immersed in boxing for many years.

Fang Jianming smiled slightly, flung his hand and punched out, and said in his mouth: "Envoy Renwei's punch is really good."

The two punched through the air, but they saw the momentum of the fist, but they had no punching power, but in this instant, the two fists had already met, and each of them punched hundreds of punches in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly there was a sound of "Peng", and the airflow between the two made a loud noise like a collision. Fang Jianming shook his upper body, but Shariwal took a step back.

As a result, the audience was shocked, no one could have imagined that the martial arts of "Cloud Chasing the Moon" could reach such a high level, even the Holy Envoy of Light opened his eyes wide, sat up straight, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.What happened next was even more unexpected. Fang Jianming yelled, stretched out both palms, and slapped Shariwal, looking as if he was going to fight desperately with him.

Fang Jianming moved so fast, how could Shariwal avoid it, only heard a "pa", Shariwal was in a hurry, had to use his whole body's internal strength, and struck out with both palms, and collided with Fang Jianming's palms.The palms of the two of them imply supreme strength. Before the contact, no strength could be seen at all, but after the contact, the true energy burst out in an instant.

A force spread out in all directions. Although the space was large, it was still not enough to hold it. In a short while, all the people who were sitting stood up and used their kung fu to resist the force.

Hearing a muffled hum suddenly, Shariwal's face flushed red, and he floated up involuntarily.On the other hand, Fang Jianming squatted with his feet slightly, and his eyes flashed like real brilliance.

While practicing their kung fu to resist that force, everyone paid attention to the battle on the field. Suddenly they saw their arms retracted and stretched, and their palms were connected. There was a loud "boom". Shake it a few times.

With a sound of "Wow", Shariwal finally couldn't bear Fang Jianming's strength, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, he was shocked and flew out, falling far away ten feet away.After landing, the person barely stopped, but swayed, knelt down on his left knee, and smashed a hole in the ground.Judging by the expression on his face, he was seriously injured internally.

Shariwal was severely injured, but Fang Jianming was not feeling well at all. His complexion was slightly pale, and he stepped back step by step. When he stepped back to the eighth step, his throat felt sweet and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Suddenly, a figure flew out like lightning, and a palm was printed on Fang Jianming's chest.This person came very quickly, and when everyone realized something, the palm of this person had already landed on Fang Jianming's body.

After the sound of "bang", there was silence on the field, staring with wide-eyed eyes.The man's palm shone with a golden light, beating non-stop, rushing towards Fang Jianming's chest.The strength of this palm was more than ten thousand catties, but Fang Jianming just stood there and didn't move.

The person who attacked was a tenth-level Dharma king. He thought that after Fang Jianming was seriously injured, his palm would definitely send him flying out like a meat loaf, and his life returned to the underworld.After the expected palm landed on Fang Jianming's body, a strange force held the palm tightly, unable to break free, his complexion changed drastically, and he mobilized his whole body's internal strength to resist it.

It was a long story, but it was only in the blink of an eye. When everyone came back to their senses, the tenth-level dharma king screamed and broke his arm. On the top of the Zhang Gao hall, there was a shock and a lot of sundries fell down.Afterwards, the person fell down and was caught by a ninth-level protector. Looking at his face, breathing and pulse, he couldn't help being terrified, and said: "King Hash is dead... dead."

As soon as the words fell, Fang Jianming, who looked the same as before, opened his mouth and spit out a big mouthful of blood. His face was like gold paper, but he still laughed with his head up.Suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly, and Fang Jianming fell back straight.

(End of this chapter)