Abandoned Master's Cultivation

The strongest aspect of a Grandmaster was the release of Internal Strength, and Mi Hsinghee had studied how to use this technique to the extreme. He concluded that as long as enough acupuncture points were used, the release of Internal Strength would have a wider range.

In order to achieve this, he had spent a month's time to breakthrough all the acupuncture points in his body. He had broken through 180 acupuncture points in one go. In particular, he had broken through almost all the acupuncture points on the front side of his body.

The people from the Mi Family did not know that this kind of acupuncture point was actually destroying Mi Hsinghee.

At this moment, Mi Hsinghee's powerful Qi spread out, and immediately sealed Jiang Wuchen, "Let's see how you block this!"

The strong gale from his fist was like a sharp blade, cutting through the air.

Jiang Wuchen laughed coldly, "You're nothing!" While speaking, his fist suddenly rushed forward, the powerful force was at least five times stronger than Mi Hsinghee's.

In Mi Hsinghee's eyes, that incomparable pure energy was filled with danger.

"What?" You... You are also a Grandmaster. " Mi Hsinghee was shocked.

Jiang Wuchen's powerful force suddenly opened up a gap, and his body shot out like an arrow, smashing his fist towards Mi Hsinghee's face. The tyrannical force caused Mi Hsinghee to feel a deep sense of fear, and he used his hand to block it, blocking Jiang Wuchen's fist.

Who knew that Jiang Wuchen would suddenly step forward, and with a fierce elbow strike, he crashed into Mi Hsinghee's chest with a loud bang.

"Wow!" With a sou sound, Mi Hsinghee was sent flying. His body struck the surrounding and bounced back, not waiting for him to hit the ground.

Jiang Wuchen's knees flew over.

Boom.

This flying knee attack was like a rocket, bringing with it an unstoppable momentum, it was extremely fast, and before anyone could see it clearly, Mi Hsinghee was instantly sent flying, and his extremely sturdy eight horns were destroyed in an instant.

Mi Hsinghee flew out of the Bluestone Arena, and landed heavily on the ground.

On the stage, Jiang Wuchen stood with his hands behind his back.

The 800 spectators were dumbstruck …

"Teacher, teacher, this move..." "What's his name?" A youth couldn't help but ask.

"This is …" Yes... Had Young Master Mi lost? Impossible, he is my Mi Family's youngest Grandmaster, he is a Grandmaster! "

As he spoke, this middle-aged Eight Extreme Temple teacher began to tremble uncontrollably.

Everyone's eyes, at this moment, were still not on Jiang Wuchen, but were fully focused on Mi Hsinghee. They were guessing, hoping that the number one young grandmaster in Haichuan would be able to stand up.

Beneath the pile of barbed wire, Mi Hsinghee slowly climbed back up. With blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth, he glared at Jiang Wuchen with hatred and anger.

"Do you know that you have already committed a capital crime …" Mi Hsinghee jumped up onto the stage as he spoke, his fists clenched tightly as he rushed forward once again.

"I already said that if I attack, you won't have a chance to fight back!" Jiang Wuchen dodged Mi Hsinghee's punch, stepped on it, then spun his body.

"Ah?" Another move? " Mi Hsinghee was shocked, thinking that Jiang Wuchen wanted to come to Iron Mountain again.

He immediately stood still and prepared himself.

However, he did not know that Jiang Wuchen had placed one of his hands in front of Mi Hsinghee, and with a shake of his arm, he twisted his feet.

Bang.

It was this seemingly simple shake that caused the powerful Internal Strength to spread outwards, immediately knocking Mi Hsinghee to the ground.

"You think that Tie Shan only relies on one move? Claiming to be the youngest Grandmaster in Haichuan was nothing more than an empty title. He didn't even learn the skills Tie Shan relied on! The real Iron Mountain Leaning is only a technique. As long as you use your strength, any part of your body can become Iron Mountain Leaning! " Jiang Wuchen said indifferently.

"I, Mi Hsinghee will practice Baji Fist, and you will teach me!" While speaking, Mi Hsinghee stood up, and a powerful force swept over.

Jiang Wuchen dodged lightly as before and extended his hand to grab Mi Hsinghee's wrist.

Bang.

Mi Hsinghee flew out of the Bluestone Arena once more and landed on the ground.

Whoosh.

This time, the entire audience was in an uproar, the sounds of discussions rose one after another, and some people even directly fainted, especially a middle-aged woman, she had bet all her wealth on Mi Hsinghee, but she did not expect that Mi Hsinghee would actually be forced out of the Bluestone Arena one after another.

Getting up from the ground once again, Mi Hsinghee's blood was about to turn cold. Even if the opponent was a Grandmaster, he shouldn't have been so weak.

A Bluestone Arena of more than one meter, at this moment, actually caused Mi Hsinghee to feel fear in his heart.

"No …" Impossible, my heart is not afraid, I will not lose, absolutely not. " Mi Hsinghee once again jumped onto the stage.

"Time to end it."

Jiang Wuchen's body moved like lightning, he leapt high into the air, and before Mi Hsinghee could land, his knees had already flown past, striking towards Mi Hsinghee.

Mi Hsinghee placed both his arms in front of his chest to block, but unexpectedly, Jiang Wuchen's elbows actually dropped, with a bang, they landed on Mi Hsinghee's head.

A strong Qi suddenly enveloped Mi Hsinghee's head.

Boom.

Mi Hsinghee felt a buzzing in his brain, and then he fell on the stage heavily, and lost consciousness for a moment.

Red blood flowed out from the back of Mi Hsinghee's head and soaked his body.

Jiang Wuchen landed on the ground and took a quick glance. That elbow strike just now was enough to shock Mi Hsinghee's cranial cavity and cause him to die from brain damage.

The news that the Ghost Genealogy was actually, still no one knew about it.

Jiang Wuchen's worries were finally dispelled, and he turned towards the exit.

Everyone was stunned, not knowing what to do. No one could have predicted that the loser would be Young Master Mi, and that he would be beaten until his brains bled.

The host who was standing in the dark had a sallow face and a dry throat.

"This …" "This …"

In the audience stands, the Eight Level Grandmaster shouted with concern, "Young Master, Young Master!"

A dozen or so young Mi Family practitioners of the younger generation also stood up, watching with concern.

Only a few spectators laughed out loud. "Hahaha, Ghost Genealogy won." These few spectators did the opposite. Spending money to buy Jiang Wuchen had won, and this time they had earned at least five times the profit. If they earned today's tickets, they would even be able to buy an Audi car to drive away.

Inside the VIP room, Liu's mouth was wide open as his eyes were wide open. Beads of sweat dripped down from his forehead, "Quick, go save Young Master Mi!"

The person behind him reacted, and immediately informed the host to call the medical team to run up onto the stage, then placed Mi Hsinghee on a stretcher, they ran off.

When they returned to the resting area, Uncle Zhong, Yov Wu and Bazi immediately surrounded them.

"Young master, this is not a place to stay for long. Let's leave first." The Uncle Zhong said.

Yov Wu said: "Right, it is easy to dodge arrows on the surface, but difficult to guard against arrows on the inside."

Jiang Wuchen smiled lightly, "Are you all still worried that Liu will attack you? Mi Hsinghee has at least made me feel somewhat disappointed, this master of his, is most likely someone whose Mi Family was fed with Pill. I thought that he had some talent at first, but I never thought that I was wrong, his Qi is mixed, and he is frivolous, his understanding of Eight Extreme Trigrams is also not deep enough. He doesn't even know how to blow his breath! "