God Of Martial Arts

"Remember what I said. Now, you can only fight by the means that you practiced in the hall. Besides, you are not allowed to use any other means, including the power of martial spirit and the power of blood. Otherwise, I will invite you out in person." Hou Qinglin said indifferently.

After hearing Hou Qinglin's words, all the people began to feel their own cultivation power. As expected, all the power was suppressed in tianwu Yizhong.

It's Fair for all people to go to a hall and choose a magical power to practice at will. However, he brings the crowd into the illusion of emptiness, suppresses all people's accomplishments in the same realm, and restricts the crowd to use the magical means they have just cultivated two hours ago.

At this moment, all the advantages of cultivation power, martial spirit and martial arts are gone. Hou Qinglin gives everyone a fair fighting environment. At this moment, the advantages of those born in big families are completely erased. They regard others as mole ants. However, the ants in their eyes now have a chance to turn over.

"How dare he be The crowd sighed in their hearts that Hou Qinglin really dared to choose people so as to give them a fairyland, even if those with strong martial spirit and blood power were eliminated.

"If someone relies on the power of the spirit, he can suppress the use of it. But the power of blood is given by heaven and earth. Why should it be banned? Isn't blood a kind of talent?" Some people question that it is too much, all the advantages are gone.

"Don't you think others are ants? Since you think so, it is obvious that you have self-confidence and can do better than the other party under the other party's conditions. Otherwise, there is no qualification to insult and despise others. Now I will give everyone a chance to prove themselves." Hou Qinglin's voice was still indifferent and calm. He said faintly: "as for the two teachers, Shi Huang and Yu Huang, if the teacher values them, will they lack powerful magical means? Is there a lack of cultivation methods that you have had but others have not? Even the blood can be reshaped and the soul can be reborn! "

"Blood can be reshaped, and soul can be reborn!" When the crowd heard Hou Qinglin's words, their hearts trembled. Emperor, as long as he wanted, he could give all the aristocratic children had to his disciples. Therefore, what they needed was the purest and most primitive talent. Of course, if someone had a strong blood and a strong spirit of martial arts, and these were still talents, it would be better.

"Well, let's go." Hou Qinglin no longer said much, his body flashed, standing in the high altitude, looking at all the people, if anyone violates the rules, he will immediately clean up.

"What you said just now is true. The selection of Emperor Wu's disciples is indeed fair. Mole ants are destined to be eliminated." Lin Feng looks at Yang Zilan and gives back the words he just said to the other party. Then his steps slowly stride forward without any hesitation.

He has endured Yang Zilan for a long time. Now both sides have suppressed their accomplishments. How can he care about each other and kill the so-called genius of the Yang family in the void and take away the opportunity for him to become a disciple of Emperor Wu? This feeling must be very good. It has always been extremely arrogant and scornful. What kind of trauma will he suffer when he throws out the people who look down on him with contempt.

"It's just a set of fingering. Even if you've been suppressed, you're still an ant in front of me." Yang Zilan's breath blooms, but only the breath of tianwu. What he practiced in the hall just now is a set of powerful palms, which is profound and unpredictable. He can't understand all the essence at all. However, he can understand a trace of the Tao rhyme of the palms after two hours of understanding.

"Today I, the mole ant, will step on your head and let you feel the taste of being trampled by mole ants." With a smile on her face, Lin Feng strides directly towards Yang Zilan.

Yang Zilan's hands dance, as if in the conclusion of a special printing and distribution, as if there is a holy rhyme in the circulation of India and France, the terrible sound of clattering is the sound of the ocean.

"Water is the most soft thing, but if its potential reaches a certain degree, it will destroy everything and turn into a strong spirit." Yang Zilan said indifferently. The printing method is getting faster and faster. The sound of clattering is so loud that it is like the roaring of mountains and rivers that the sky will collapse and nothing can resist it.

"Kill!" Yang Zilan roared angrily. The terrible waves turned into an invincible weapon and rolled towards Lin Feng.

"It's not a good thing!" Lin Feng saw that Yang Zilan used this terrible magic power, but he had no charm.

"Boom A simple palm slapped hard into the void. The sky and the earth were rolling and shaking, and the crashing sound was continuous. Then the towering water waves rolled back. Lin Feng's palm contained the terrible force of the general situation, as if stealing the natural forces of the surrounding heaven and earth. In an instant, it melted into his palm power, and instantly burst out with extremely terrible power.

The power of the natural trend of heaven and earth is not other forces, but the real power of heaven and earth.

Yang Zilan looks startled, angry and terrifying, Wang Yang unexpectedly bucked the trend and roared towards him.

Step back, however, he found that his speed is not the previous speed, the wave of terror caught up with him in an instant, and let him snort fiercely."Brother Yang ziye shouts, but he sees the light flash by, and Lin Feng's body instantly arrives.

"I'll let you understand today what it's like to be trampled on by ants."

"Boom!"

Lin Feng is another hand to blow out, as if a thunderbolt from the void split down, split Yang Zilan whole body fierce shudder, fierce spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Ants can go against the trend, but genius is for stepping on it!" Lin Feng steps fiercely toward the falling Yang Zilan's head, which makes the eyes of the people around him dull. Lin Feng, he wants to trample Yang Zilan with his feet.

"Jiangning, do it!" Yang ziye drinks to Jiang Ning, and his stiff face coagulates. Then he strides towards Lin Feng fiercely. People come to him, and the breath of terror has come.

"Kill!"

Lin Feng angrily drank, a finger with mysterious meaning, trembled in the void, and then went forward, stabbed out.

"Hum!" An indestructible fingertip blooms, but disappears in an instant, which makes Jiang Ning look stiff.

"Hiss, hisses" a terrible breath comes before Jiang Ning's eyebrows, which makes Jiang Ning's face startled. The indestructible fingertip seems to come from the void.

"Hiss!" Without any accident, Jiang Ning's invincible fingers pierced through Jiang Ning's brow, and Jiang Ning's body suddenly disappeared. Here, it is a great illusion of emptiness, and people will not die. However, this finger means that Jiang Ning is expelled from the list of Wu Emperor's disciples.

"This kind of rubbish used to boast of genius and ridicule in front of me, but it's so weak and ridiculous!" Lin Feng coldly spits out a voice. His voice is domineering. Yang ziye and others look stiff and stare at the domineering Lin Feng. His face is extremely ugly.

"Boom!"

A trembling sound came out, and Lin Feng's feet stepped on Yang Zilan's head, which made Yang Zilan's body tremble violently and spit out blood. But now the injury is the second, and his heart is more painful.

A mole ant that he has always despised trampled on his head with his feet. Who can understand this humiliation? Yang Zilan at this moment would like to tear Lin Feng into pieces.

"High above you, now you are trampled on by the mole ants in your mouth, I don't know how I feel!" With a cold smile and a roar, Lin Feng's feet once again stepped on Yang Zilan's head, shaking Yang Zilan to vomit blood. The whole person had been trampled on the snow by Lin Feng, and his lower body was trapped in it.

And Lin Feng's legs, trampling on his head.

"How humble you are when you are trampled on

"Boom!"

A strong breath of tyranny blooms, Yang Zilan's body is directly pressed into the snow, and then Lin Feng's body floats up, looking calm and indifferent!