Tomb robbing: The survivors of the ruins will live forever from Pingshan

But I have never seen anyone who can cultivate Qi, blood and internal strength to this level.

Luo Laowai on the side looked like he had seen a ghost.

He secretly swallowed his saliva.

Originally I wanted to stop him.

At this moment, the person had quietly taken several steps back.

He was afraid that the city gate would be on fire and that this little fish would be affected.

As for Miss Hong, who is well versed in kung fu, her red lips were slightly open at this moment, with a face full of surprise.

I dare not blink my eyes.

For fear of missing any scene.

bang bang bang-

on the corridor.

The fist is as strong as the wind.

The two of them had a tacit understanding and did not use Taoism or sea energy or dragon fire.

Only relying on the strength of the physical body and the internal strength of Qi and blood.

The figures of the two were terrifyingly fast.

In the end, a few people in the distance could only see two shadows, one black and one white.

Bang!

Don't know how long.

A thunderous voice sounded.

The two figures finally stopped.

Chen Zhao and Partridge Whistle each took a few steps back.

"Who... who won?"

Luo Laowai doesn't know much about martial arts.

Subconsciously looking at Chen Yulou and the others, he stammered and asked.

Chen Yulou was about to speak.

A look of horror suddenly appeared on his face.

I saw a supporting pillar between the two of them in the distance.

As if it couldn't bear it any longer, there was a sudden boom, it was broken into two pieces in the middle, and it was thrown straight into the side yard.

Chapter 13 I lost this competition!

"Oh my god."

Luo Laowai's eyes widened, his expression even more exaggerated than if he had seen a ghost.

This scene in front of me.

It was completely beyond his knowledge.

The agreed-upon discussion turned out to be broken.

Is this still human?

Chen Yulou on the side was not much better than him.

When the words came to his lips, he swallowed them all.

At this moment, he felt like his heart was beating like a drum and his mind was completely blank.

There are so many good players on Changsheng Mountain.

Over the years, he has also personally won over many martial arts masters.

But who can make it this far?

I'm afraid it's only possible to reach the rumored master realm.

After seeing the two separated.

He was silent and did not speak.

Chen Yulou only felt anxious, but he chose to look at people and things with an eye that never made mistakes, but he couldn't see the result.

He could only subconsciously look at the red girl not far away.

Among his three trusted men.

She is the best in martial arts.

His eyesight is not weak either.

"Honggu...who won?"

"do not know."

The red girl looked bitter.

She has been in Changsheng Mountain for more than ten years.

Every day, the bells ring in the morning and the drums ring in the evening, and I practice hard every day.

It took a lot of effort to understand [-]% to [-]% of what I learned from Moon Gate.

I thought I was also an expert.

But after watching the fight between Chen Zhao and Partridge Whistle.

Only then did she realize that there are people outside the world.

The gap between her and them was so big that she even felt a little desperate.

Partridge Whistle is okay.

After all, he is the leader of the moving mountain lineage, and he has already become famous all over the world.

But...how old is Chen Zhao?

Sixteen seven?

Or seventeen or eighteen?

Anyway, definitely not over twenty.

Even if he started practicing martial arts from his mother's womb, it would still be difficult to reach such a height.

Maybe this is what the older generation always calls talent.

"Did senior brother win?"

When she couldn't hide the bitterness on her face.

the other side.

Hua Ling also opened her eyes and asked the old foreigner curiously.

She has always been extremely confident in her senior brother.

The tightly pursed lips at this moment clearly revealed the tension in her heart.

The main thing is that that person... doesn't seem to be any weaker than his senior brother.

Especially when he killed the old demon of the ancient raccoon monument.

It's still etched in her mind.

I even subconsciously compared it with my senior brother for a long time.

The two of them fought just now.

Everyone wants to dissuade.

The happiest person is Hua Ling.

It simply satisfied her inner curiosity.

But a pity.

Even if I stared at it for a long time.

It was impossible to tell who won.

"It should be...senior brother, right?"

The old foreigner hesitated.

The final but uncertain way.

He just finished speaking.

In the corridor not far away.

Chen Zhao seemed to finally come to his senses.

"happy!"

"How about treating this competition as a draw?"

It was indeed a good fight.

Punch to the flesh.

Hearty.

Neither he nor Partridge Whistle held back.

If it weren't for the fear of breaking a few more beams and causing the remaining rooms to collapse, I would have had no choice but to lay a floor next to the coffins in the front hall.

Chen Zhao really couldn't bear to stop like this.

"There's no such thing as a tie."