Peach Luck Shuangxiu

Chapter 533

The nomads in the Nine Dragons Grassland are extremely physically strong, and Yasang is the best among them. In addition, the two are in the same realm at this time. If they fight recklessly, he feels that it is impossible not to be Zhou Lang's opponent.

The two quickly confronted each other head-on. Zhou Lang used elementary and intermediate martial arts such as Wudang Thirteen Forms and Wudang Changquan to confront Yasang. As for Yinyangquan and Wuxingquan, they were advanced martial arts. It's not enough to use advanced martial arts.

Yasang's attack was fierce, but there was a feeling that he had nowhere to exert his strength. Every time he confronted Zhou Lang head-on, he found that once his fist strength clashed with Zhou Lang's, it was strangely led aside.

Not only that, but the strength he hits is often returned with two or three times the strength, making it difficult for him to resist.

Every time they confront each other, his whole body is numb from the shock, and within five strokes, his true energy is no longer flowing smoothly.

"Roar!"

Yasang thought that Zhou Lang was using some sorcery, so he was completely angry and attacked frantically.

But Wudang Thirteen Styles and Wudang Changquan are martial arts that rely on strength to strike. The more Yasang attacks, the more fierce the backlash will be.

Therefore, he seemed to be attacking fiercely, but was shocked by Zhou Lang and retreated step by step.

"What the hell is going on here? Yasang confronted head-on, how could he be so vulnerable, and be defeated by Zhou Lang?"

"This Zhou Lang's fighting skills seem to be very weird. It seems that Yasang is sure to lose, because no matter whether it is a wandering fight or a face-to-face confrontation, it is impossible for him to gain any advantage in front of Zhou Lang."

……

Several elders in the tribe saw that Yasang was not Zhou Lang's opponent at all. They also had cultivation bases in the late foundation period, and they were of the same generation as the old patriarch, and they were the most powerful people in the tribe.

"Brother Yasang, stop fighting. If you continue, you will be seriously injured." Zhou Lang said calmly, and he started to attack like flowing water.

Ya Sang Kong has a strong body and a strong body. When it's his turn to fight, his fighting skills are far from Zhou Lang's. Several times, Zhou Lang's fist hit Ya Sang's chest. If Zhou Lang didn't stop in time , Yasang had already been sent flying.

"I haven't lost yet!" Yasang gritted his teeth, he liked Qiu Meng very much, so he had to persevere, even if there was only a chance, he would not give up.

"It's pointless persistence, why bother."

Zhou Lang sighed, suddenly raised his body, and slapped Yasang with a volley.

Yasang saw Zhou Lang approaching fiercely, and felt timid in his heart, because he knew that if he confronted Zhou Lang head-on, he might suffer a big loss.

In desperation, he began to dodge.

But Zhou Lang's palm gave Yasang a sense of inevitability, because the shadow of Zhou Lang's palm had covered an area of ​​tens of meters around him, which made him confused about what to do. How to dodge.

Bang!

The moment Yasang hesitated, Zhou Lang's palm had already landed on his body.

A strong force surged, Yasang was still standing firm, he flew upside down and fell hundreds of meters away.

Because Zhou Lang kept his hand, he was not injured, but after he stood up, he found that his meridians were not running smoothly.

"Zhou Lang, I really can't beat you, what kind of magic are you using?"

Knowing that he was invincible, Yasang had no choice but to stop. Now his loss is not ugly, if he is severely injured by Zhou Lang later, his face will be shameless.

"This is not a sorcery, but a martial skill. As for your meridians not running smoothly, it is because I sealed a few of your acupuncture points."

Zhou Lang said, he has stayed in this tribe for so long, but he knows that one day he will recover his memory, leave here, and return to his original life, although the people in the tribe treat him because Qiumeng likes him. He was hostile, but he was still grateful, because if it weren't for the old patriarch and Qiu Meng, he would have died, so he wanted to teach martial arts to the people in the tribe, so that these people would be stronger and better able to protect themselves.

"What is a martial skill?"

Yasang said, in their tribe, fighting is all about experience, speed and realm. Although it is not said that there is no skill, but how can it compare with Zhou Lang's Wudang, which has experienced thousands of years of hard work.

"Martial skills are fighting skills. If you learn my martial skills, then your strength in the middle stage of foundation establishment will at least have the fighting power in the late stage of foundation establishment. It is very likely to defeat a master like the old patriarch."

Zhou Lang said.

"I lost, I admit defeat, but I don't know how to learn any martial arts from you, I don't care about it." Yasang said, he turned and left dejected after speaking.

"This competition, Zhou Lang wins, is there anyone else who challenges Zhou Lang?"

The voice of the old patriarch sounded again. In fact, he had already seen that even if Yasang had the same cultivation level, he was far from being Zhou Lang's opponent. Look at Zhou Lang's miraculous martial arts moves.

He is over 80 years old and has experienced countless battles in his life. He never imagined that there would be such exquisite fighting skills as Zhou Lang.

The boxing field was silent, Zhou Lang suppressed the realm, even Yasang was no match for Zhou Lang, who else could fight Zhou Lang.

Although many people are still not reconciled to Zhou Lang's victory, there is no way to stop it.

"Now I declare that the winner is Zhou Lang. From now on, my granddaughter, Qiu Meng, the saint of our tribe, will be Zhou Lang's woman."

The old patriarch waited for about half a minute, and when he saw that no one was fighting, he began to announce loudly.

There was no applause in the audience. Obviously, everyone still didn't like Zhou Lang as an outsider. Many unmarried men were bleeding in their hearts. They hated that they were not strong enough to defeat Zhou Lang, so they could only watch helplessly. Beauty returns.

"Wolf Zhou!"

Qiu Meng, who had been worried about Zhou Lang, ran towards Zhou Lang and hugged Zhou Lang tightly. At this moment, her heart was finally settled.

"Qiu Meng." Zhou Lang picked up Qiu Meng in public and left.

Warriors' Day usually lasts for three days, and today is the beginning, but Zhou Lang, who has won Qiumeng, has no intention of staying here anymore, and the rest of tonight will belong to him and Qiumeng.

Watching Zhou Lang leave with Qiu Meng in his arms, the unmarried men in the tribe were heartbroken.

Zhou Lang was too powerful. They knew that Qiu Meng had become Zhou Lang's woman. This was an established fact and could not be changed. Therefore, after a burst of sadness, most of them began to cast their eyes on other young and beautiful women in the tribe.

……

The moonlight is like water, and the night is soft.

Qiu Meng's faint body fragrance got into Zhou Lang's nose, which made Zhou Lang very excited.

"Put me down."

About ten minutes later, Qiu Meng said.

Hearing this, Zhou Lang put Qiu Meng down.

Qiu Meng took Zhou Lang to walk deep into the meadow.

"Why don't you go back to the tent?" Zhou Lang asked curiously.

"I'll take you to Minghu Lake." Qiu Meng said, "I'm already your woman. We need to take a bath in Minghu Lake first, and then go to the tent. Starting tonight, you won't live in my grandpa's tent. You have your own tent. a new tent, and from now on I will live with you."

As soon as he heard that he was taking a bath with Qiu Meng, Zhou Lang couldn't help looking forward to it. After losing his memory, sometimes he felt that God was unfair to him, but now, he feels that life is so beautiful, because this night is destined to be an unforgettable night .

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