I am a good person in Wanjie

Chapter 570 The Ambition of the Obese Monk

That was a punch that could break down a mountain wall!
With only Qin Feng's small body, can he really bear it?

Even their senior brother didn't dare to catch the big man's fist with bare hands.

Under the breathless gaze of the crowd, two fists greeted each other in mid-air.

One is a gigantic, hammer-like metal fist.Gives a feeling of invincibility and indestructibility.

The other is an ordinary fist that is almost the same as that of ordinary people.

Everyone subjectively believed that that seemingly ordinary fist would be crushed into meat paste by the giant metal fist.

However, the real situation completely subverted everyone's imagination!

When the two fists approached, the ordinary fist instantly penetrated the high-pressure air mass, carrying an invisible shock wave, and hit the giant metal fist.

At the moment when the two fists collided, the invisible shock wave was transmitted from the impact point to the giant metal fist, and then transmitted along the metal arm to the whole body of the middle-aged strong man.

boom!
Accompanied by a heavy muffled sound.

The raging high-pressure air wave exploded from the place where the two fists collided, sweeping the entire scene like a tsunami.

The middle-aged burly man flew straight out of the bombardment, sprayed a big mouthful of blood mist from his mouth, and then fell to the ground without any life.

Qin Feng, on the other hand, was still standing there motionless like a sculpture, still not even moving his footsteps back half a step.

Everyone no longer knew what expression to use to express the shock in their hearts at this moment.

A punch that can knock down a wall is completely inferior to this young man's punch. This scene simply ruins everyone's view!
"Why can't junior brother move, he must be dead." It took a long time for a foundation cultivator to react.

"impossible".The senior brother in the late stage of foundation establishment shook his head and then said: "Even I can't take his fist, how could someone use a fist to directly kill junior brother...".

"Brother, brother has no breath...".A monk ran to the middle-aged strong man's body to check it out, and immediately said loudly.

"This".Many monks gasped. They didn't expect that there would be a monk in the early stage of foundation establishment who directly killed their junior brother with his fist.

"The three of you killed him to avenge your junior brother."The obese monk said to the three people around him.

"Follow orders".The three Foundation Establishment cultivators stood up.

The three of them glanced at each other, and then began to stimulate the aura in their bodies.

"Whirlwind Legs!"

A sharp-faced Foundation Establishment cultivator burst out with a lot of vitality, his body bounced off the ground, and he swung his legs condescendingly like an iron whip towards Qin Feng.

That leg carried a large amount of spiritual energy, and wherever it passed, even the air was constantly churning.

This is exactly their sect's unique technique - whirlwind kick.

When the pointed-faced foundation-builder suppressed Qin Feng from top to bottom, a young man in a brocade robe attacked him head-on.

"Savage Clash!"

The two-meter-tall young man in the brocade robe let out a loud roar, charging towards Qin Feng like a mad buffalo.

His muscular body gathered a lot of aura, and his muscles were as hard as poured steel, making it easy to smash through the walls of buildings.

If ordinary people were hit, they would definitely be smashed to pieces on the spot.

The barbaric collision is also an advanced technique of the sect.

At the same time as they were performing their spells, the last old man in black also moved.

He stepped back with one foot, and his figure shot out like an arrow from the string, turning into a black shadow, and detoured behind Qin Feng in a few steps.

"Breaking the empty palm!"

After accumulating a large amount of spiritual energy, he slammed his palm towards Qin Feng's back.

The moment his palm blasted out, a large amount of aura escaped from the palm, forming a blue palm in the form of energy, and continued to bombard it forward.

All three of them showed their unique skills to Qin Feng at the same time.

All three of them showed hideous looks at the same time.

"go to hell!"

At that moment, the rest of the monks showed confident smiles. They didn't believe that under the siege of the three, an ordinary early-stage foundation-building monk could still survive.

But at this moment, Qin Feng sneered in disdain.

"A bunch of trash"?Qin Feng looked at the three of them, as if he didn't care about them at all.

When the pointy-faced foundation-building cultivator swept his foot towards Qin Feng, the vitality carried by his feet rushed towards him like mountains and seas.

however.

Qin Feng just raised his hand suddenly at that moment.

One finger hits forward.

A finger qi shot out like a laser, instantly piercing through the chest of the pointed-faced foundation-builder cultivator.

Finger piercing!
The sharp-faced foundation-builder's pupils shrank inward, his expression froze instantly, and his movements froze in mid-air.

Before that overwhelming kick could hit Qin Feng, the pointed-faced Foundation Establishment cultivator fell from mid-air.

At the same time that the pointed-faced foundation-building cultivator fell.

Qin Feng backhandedly pointed at the air.

Another finger shot out, instantly piercing the steel-like body of the young man in brocade robe.

Before the young man in brocade robe bumped into Qin Feng, his body was dominated by a sense of powerlessness.

The unstoppable momentum disappeared in an instant.

One finger.

Still one finger!
In the blink of an eye, among the three, two had been defeated.

boom!
With a loud bang.

The young man in brocade robe fell headlong to the ground, his strong body dented the ground, and then moved forward several meters according to the inertia, before stopping at Qin Feng's feet.

Qin Feng stepped on the head of the young man in brocade robe, without even looking back, he stretched out his right hand backwards.

Feel free to point.

The third finger shot out suddenly, smashing the energy-shaped blue palm instantly, and then pierced through the black-clothed old man's body with lightning speed.

Pfft!

Blood flowers bloomed on the back of the old man in black.

The movement of the old man in black froze for an instant, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He spread his hands weakly, his body was stiff and he fell back on the ground, looking up at the blue sky with blank eyes, his eyes were as dull as a pool of stagnant water.

But Qin Feng stood there unscathed, like a statue that could never be shaken.

The whole scene was dead silent.

Everyone's expressions turned petrified instantly, and they all looked at Qin Feng with extremely brilliant expressions.

The scene in front of them completely overturned their concept.

One finger.

Still a finger!
It doesn't matter whether it's a pointed-faced foundation-builder, a young man in a brocade robe, or an old man in black.

These three monks, whose strengths are all in the early stage of foundation establishment, are like chickens and dogs in Qin Feng's eyes, completely vulnerable!
No matter how fancy the martial arts skills of the three of them are, no matter how overwhelming their aura is, no matter how earth-shattering their momentum is.

Qin Feng just pointed at it lightly.

The offensive formed by the three of them has completely collapsed under this finger!

Whether it is a monk in the early stage of foundation establishment or a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment, to Qin Feng, there is no difference, just one finger, all of them can be killed instantly.

The entire scene was silent for a full ten seconds before everyone recovered from the shock and couldn't help but gasp.

The few remaining foundation-building monks looked at the fat monk one after another, as if they were waiting for him to make a decision.

Only then did Qin Feng turn his head, and casually glanced at the fat monk, his eyes were so deep and indifferent, as if the supreme god was ignoring the next generation of ants.

(End of this chapter)