Peerless God of War

The crowd also looked at the ancient style and wanted to see what his reaction was.

The ancient wind glanced at the young man indifferently and said faintly, "where's the mad dog barking here?"

The man's face changed, his eyes flashed angrily at Gu Feng and said, "boy, who do you call a mad dog?"

"Whoever comes out to admit that nature is scolding who." the ancient wind smiled faintly and didn't pay attention to the young man at all.

"Puff." a group of purple women smiled and looked at the ancient style with interest. Everyone knows who the ancient wind is scolding, but just as the ancient wind says, if you don't talk, you'll be fine, but that person has to get up and be scolded.

"Boy, you want to die." the young man roared, and his powerful momentum burst out. He used his spiritual power and grabbed it at the neck of the ancient wind like a sharp claw.

This person is also a cruel character. His hand is to kill people. The edge at the fingertips exudes a palpitating breath.

The crowd looked at the calm ancient style and wanted to see whether he was really strong and could defeat an expert like the dragon. After all, the ancient style is too young, and the cultivation is only the soul forging realm. It is believed that he did so.

Feng Qingyang looked at the young man with a sympathetic face. Although he also had the dual cultivation of soul forging realm, his strength was quite good. However, it is still a bit worse than him. The perversion of ancient customs can not be speculated by common sense at all. He is not his opponent. In front of ancient customs, this young man can be said to be weak and pitiful.

The young man looked at the ancient style of sitting still, with a cold idea in his eyes. He pulled a cold smile from the corners of his mouth, gathered the spiritual power in his palm, and the speed was faster.

When the young man's palm was about to catch the antique neck, his eyes suddenly opened, and two sharp lights came out with a very sharp breath.

The people at the scene were not weak. They noticed that the fierce breath was a change of complexion. It was the sword meaning, a very fierce sword meaning. Looking at the faces of ancient customs one by one, they are full of dignified colors.

"This little beast..." the Dragon gnashed his teeth and looked at the ancient wind. Sure enough, after half a month, the strength of the ancient wind was improved, which made his anger stronger.

"Go away." the ancient wind whispered, and his body burst into a domineering momentum, sweeping away like a wave. His seemingly ordinary fist directly punched the young man.

The crowd looked at the ancient style and looked puzzled. Although the momentum of the ancient style is very strong, and the pressure makes them all frightened, this punch is too common.

"Bang." the antique fist collided with the young man's palm.

At the moment of fist palm contact, the young man's face changed, and a powerful momentum directly oppressed him. That momentum was so powerful that his soul was trembling. The ancient wind at the moment, to him, is like an invincible God of war, powerful and unparalleled.

Overlord boxing is not boxing, but the understanding of boxing. If you can integrate the overlord's spirit into your fist, even an ordinary fist has extraordinary power. This is what Gu Feng recorded above when he got Bawang fist. It's just that you can't master the ancient customs before. You can't understand until you break through the soul forging realm. This time, an experiment was done on the young man.

"Click" a wave of spiritual power spread, and the spiritual power wrapped in the palm of the young man collapsed in an instant. Accompanied by the crisp sound of bone cracking, the young man's body flew out directly, and then hit the wall of the restaurant heavily.

"Ah..."

The shrill scream came, and the people looked at it. In the middle, the young man was lying on the ground with his twisted arm and rolling. Looking at that, the bones in his arm were directly smashed by the ancient wind's fist.

"Hiss..."

The crowd looked at the indifferent ancient style and couldn't help taking a breath. Although the young man is not very strong, even in the dual martial arts cultivation of soul forging realm, he can only be regarded as a medium level, but the ancient wind smashed his arm with a random punch, which shows the horror of his physical strength. This time, everyone's eyes looking at the ancient style have changed, including anger, fear, surprise and interest.

Among them, the person who is most interested in ancient style is the woman in purple dress. A martial arts cultivation of the soul forging realm has a mysterious origin, but she was quite surprised that she could easily defeat the strong man of the soul forging realm. Of course, what made her more concerned was Shui qianrou's attitude towards the ancient style. She actually said that the ancient style was her lover in front of everyone.

In other words, this woman is not interested in ancient customs at all, but just wants to press down the water.

As a woman, she also has a beautiful face and perfect figure. She also has super strength as support behind her, but she is always pressed by water, which makes her very unwilling. So, no matter where she is, she wants to compete with shuiqianrou. Maybe it's boring jealousy.

For the young man lying on the ground crying constantly, the ancient wind seemed to have not seen it. He drank up the wine in the cup and concentrated on solving the food in front of him.

"This handsome little brother, I wonder if I can come down and have a drink together." the woman in purple dress lay on the railing and asked with a smile.

"No." the ancient wind glanced at the dazzling snow-white on the woman's chest and refused.

The woman in purple dress was stunned. Obviously, she didn't expect the ancient style to refuse herself so crisp.

It's not that the old wind wants to refuse, but that it can't do without refusing. No matter how stupid he is, he can see that Shuiqian soft, the woman in purple dress, doesn't deal with it and agrees to her coming, which is purely asking for trouble.

What's more, he has attracted a lot of attention here. Because of the chat up relationship between Shuiqian and the purple woman, he can already feel the flaming eyes looking at him. If you agree to sit down with this woman in purple, it's hard to imagine whether these strong men in the heart King Pavilion will go wild.

The woman in purple didn't show displeasure because of the rejection of the ancient style. She fell lightly from the third floor and sat down on the empty stool impolitely, looking at the ancient style with curiosity in her eyes.

"It's over." Feng Qingyang wailed. Even he noticed that his eyes were full of jealousy and anger. If these people's eyes could kill, he and the ancient wind would be gone.

"Shen Lingshan, what do you want to do?" looking at the purple woman who sat down, Shui qianrou said in a cold voice.