The World of Martial Arts Begins with the Ability of Quicksilver

"That's right" Sedum nodded and admitted.

"Hahahaha, okay, okay, since you dare to admit that your martial arts are better than mine, then let's compare."

"I'm afraid~"

"We don't need to compete, have you seen the clouds outside the cliff?" Hong Qigong pointed to the sea of ​​clouds outside the cliff.

"Yes, got it"

Hong Qigong suggested, "We can dispel more clouds than anyone else in one move, then whoever wins, how about it?"

"This way you don't have to worry about hurting me, the old beggar."

"OK, alright"

"You brat, you dare to boast that your martial arts are superior to me, the old beggar. Today I will let you take a good look at the true strength of my beggar!"

The old beggar stepped on the edge of the cliff with his legs tied, and the internal force began to flow rapidly in his body.

His chest began to rise and fall violently, accompanied by a powerful momentum.

Wind blows out of thin air.

The snow within a few meters around the old beggar was blown away by the energy.

A strong energy surrounded the old beggar.

The old beggar's clothes fluttered and his hair fluttered.

He looked at the clouds beyond the cliff, his eyes sparkled.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!" The old beggar shook his hands violently, and the last golden beam of light rushed out of his hands with the dragon shadow.

"Roar~" Accompanied by a sound that looked like a beast but not a beast.

As soon as the sound came out, the snow between the cliffs rustled down.

The huge golden dragon shadow is like a dragon, churning in the sea of ​​clouds, and when it swung its tail, it scattered the huge clouds.

The old beggar controlled Shenlong from the air, and clasped his hands together. After a while, Shenlong emptied a large area of ​​the clouds in the sea of ​​clouds.

Call ~

The dragon gradually dissipated, and the old beggar let out a sigh of relief.

He swayed a bit, unable to stand still.

Judging by his appearance, this move took a lot of effort from him.

"What about the fortune teller, old beggar, does my trick of subduing the dragon with eighteen palms still catch your eye?" The old beggar looked at Jingtian quite proudly and said.

"It's okay, but~"

"But what?"

"But compared to my Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, it's still less powerful."

"Oh, could it be that your Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are stronger than the old beggar's?" The old beggar asked suspiciously.

This move of his has consumed a full nine levels of his internal strength, could it be possible that Sedum can use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms even more powerful than him?

how can that be.

The old beggar had [-] unbelievers in his heart.

"Haha, it's just a little stronger," Sedum said confidently.

"You boy~"

"Okay, then let me, old beggar, have a good look at the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms you created yourself. I would like to see, old beggar, if you are talking big?"

"Okay, then you'll be fine"

Sedum is also standing on the edge of the cliff with a horse step.

"Subduing the Dragon!"

"Subduing the dragon!!" Sedum put his hands on his lower right abdomen as if he was releasing the turtle's qigong.

"Subduing the dragon!!" Slowly, golden rays of light began to gather in Sedum's hands.

The light is getting farther and farther away.

Waves of powerful air flow began to emanate from Sedum.

The snow on the ground was blown up by Sedum.

"This~" The old beggar covered the blowing wind and snow with his hands, and looked at Sedum in surprise.

In the eyes of the old beggar.

The wind howled, and the light became brighter and brighter.

"Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!!!" A huge golden beam of light emanated from Sedum's hand.

The beam of light rushed out quickly, breaking through the sea of ​​clouds.

The situation is surging.