Abandoned Master's Cultivation

"There's a person called Lee Fei, I don't know … "Do you have any idea?" Jiang Wuchen asked.

Ghost Sister carefully considered the name, then shook his head and said: "I've never heard of it before. I'm not from the Haichuan, if you want to know, you can ask Yov Wu later."

"Yov Wu? The cellist? " Jiang Wuchen was a little surprised.

"Yes." The Ghost Sister nodded his head, "Although he is an alcoholic, he has great attainments in music. I have never seen anyone who can pull a cello to his level."

"That fellow is no ordinary cellist." Jiang Wuchen's image surfaced in Jiang Wuchen's mind, "Do you know him?"

"I understand. We've known each other for seven years. When I came to the bar street, he was already wandering around. He had been here for a long time, but he was an alcoholic and some things are not to be trusted. That's all I remember of him. " The Ghost Sister said truthfully.

"Yes." Jiang Wuchen nodded.

Just then, a deafening sound came from outside, Jiang Wuchen and Ghost Sister looked out the window. On the Bluestone Arena, the battle between Bazi and Mi Xuan had reached its most critical moment.

Bazi fiercely shook his fist, which struck Mi Xuan's chest, and through the trembling of his fist, he erupted with an incomparably powerful strength, causing Mi Xuan's body to fly out and heavily crash onto the Bluestone Arena.

It was this punch that attracted the audience's applause.

After falling to the ground, Mi Xuan immediately stood up, his rosy red face had an additional tinge of paleness, although he stood up quickly, Jiang Wuchen could still see that Bazi's punch had heavily injured Mi Xuan.

Mi Xuan and Bazi were of a similar age, and a pair of cold, fierce eyes were filled with hatred and shock. Obviously, they hadn't expected that Bazi would actually hit them.

"In this battle, Bazi has already won." Jiang Wuchen said.

"This time, it's all thanks to you, Master Jiang!"

While the two were talking, Bazi roared out loud. He clenched his fist and like a spring, his body suddenly shook and quickly rushed towards Mi Xuan.

"Ah?" "Beautiful …"

Mi Xuan advanced and punched, the wind from his punch was sharp. Baji Fist was a tyrannical offensive boxing technique. It was proficient in its fierceness. This punch was definitely that of a grandmaster.

"It's this move again …"

Bazi laughed coldly. Three years ago, he had lost to this move, and this simple Cannon Fist was actually half real and half fake. It could be turned into a real move as well.

If Bazi were to continue rushing forward, this move would be a real move, using his powerful fists to attack!

If Bazi used a defensive move, this move would become a feint, and Mi Xuan would be using his Half-step Collapsing Fist, which meant that his punch was the strongest attack.

Therefore, no matter if he advanced or retreated, Bazi would still have to face this move.

For the past three years, in order to study the flaws of this move, Bazi had thought about it for a long time without any clear thoughts. In the lounge just now, when he was watching Jiang Wuchen demonstrate the Azure Dragon Fist, he suddenly gained enlightenment.

The Azure Dragon Fist was a type of Internal Martial Arts that was both rigid and soft. Bazi had been mistaken about it from the start, but now that he understood it, he had a plan for Mi Xuan's incomparably fierce move.

But looking at Mi Xuan, she felt that no matter if it was returning or entering, everything was full of holes.

Which flaw should he start with? Bazi slightly hesitated, but Jiang Wuchen's words appeared in his mind, "The real Martial Cultivation's methods are all killing techniques!"

Immediately, Bazi understood.

"Bring it on!"

Since it was a killing technique, he would naturally use the fiercest technique to deal with the enemy. Since this was the case, he would use the last resort and let Mi Xuan use the Half-step Collapsing Fist.

Bazi lowered his body and made a defensive gesture.

In that split-second, Mi Xuan suddenly stepped forward, his right fist that was hidden at his waist shot out like a rocket!

Half-step Collapsing Fist.

His fist exploded out like a thunderclap.

Whoosh.

The fist wind whistled, causing Bazi's clothes to be pulled along with him.

"Hur Hur Hur, you lost to me in terms of strength!" Mi Xuan sneered.

"Is that so?" Bazi laughed, "Then use your greatest strength to attack!"

In one breath, Mi Xuan sunk down, his power catching up to his body once again.

Just as the fist was about to land on Bazi's arm, the scene of Bazi's arm being broken did not occur in his imagination.

"What?" Mi Xuan was shocked, this was not Bazi's style, Bazi's fists had always been powerful, so how could it be so gentle?

However, it was already too late. The momentum of this fist strike was already old.

Bazi's body spun, as though he was an Azure Dragon soaring up to the sky. With this seemingly simple spin, Mi Xuan's powerful strength was successfully dissolved.

The two of them exchanged places, and Bazi's fist had already landed on the back of Mi Xuan's heart.

Bang.

The trembling of the fist made Mi Xuan unable to endure it. His vision turned black, his internal organs rolled, his stomach suddenly contracted, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Under the powerful force, his body flew forward uncontrollably.

Just at this time, Bazi suddenly rushed forward and extended his hand out to grab Mi Xuan's ankle, turning his wrist.

Ka-cha.

Mi Xuan's leg was twisted 180 degrees.

Ah!

Mi Xuan screamed but before he could scream, he fell to the ground.

Bazi's right index finger and middle finger came together and suddenly stabbed forward, right in the middle of Mi Xuan's foot.

"Ah …"

Mi Xuan screamed miserably as his body fell to the ground with a loud thud, fainting away.

Whoosh.

The crowd went into an uproar as thunderous applause rang out unceasingly. More than five hundred spectators cheered as they watched this soul-stirring battle that lasted for three years.

"Dao Ba!" "Dao Ba!" A unified voice resounded at the scene. The strong were respected, what was the strong? Three years ago, he lost to the other party. Three years later, he would seek revenge and defeat the other party. This was what a powerhouse was.

In times of impetuosity, people worshipped heroes.

On the stage, Liu's expression looked extremely bad. Bazi was an expert of Martial Cultivation, he had wanted to recruit Bazi back then, but unfortunately, Bazi did not pee on him, but instead followed that little bitch Gan Jungrong.

Three years ago, Mi Xuan relied on the powerful Octane Blast to heavily injure Bazi with one move. In these three years time, Mi Xuan had become an expert of the Martial Cultivation.

The Liu spent one million to invite him to come out and fight!

Even if Mi Xuan lost, he still had Ba Tu.

Ba Tu and Mi Xuan could win any one of these rounds. Hell's Bar was Liu's, but in the end … Ba Tu died, but Mi Xuan also lost miserably.

Before this battle, he had even asked someone to specially probe Bazi. Although they were all experts of the Martial Cultivation, Bazi had not made much progress in the three years that he had spent, but Mi Xuan had improved by a large amount.

However, in this battle, Mi Xuan had lost miserably, his legs had been twisted 180 degrees by Bazi.

"This person is not bad." Wang Luming laughed and said, "Hiss, you invited me to be your witness. You and Gan JunRong had a 2v2 victory, but in the end … You've already lost. CEO Liu, what should I say? "