Yong Heng Zhi Zun

Back in canglan Zong, Li Fuchen went straight to the mission hall.

The task elder took a meaningful look at Li Fuchen and didn't say much.

Although he is an elder of waizong and is in charge of the mission Hall of waizong, it does not mean that he does not take waizong disciples seriously.

Last time, Li Fuchen asked if he found a large amount of snow silver iron ore, which was a small violation. This time, he would find it difficult to find himself.

He doesn't want the other person to hate him until he's not sure about his potential.

Leaving the mission hall, Li Fuchen breathed a sigh of relief. Originally, he was worried that the task elder would trouble him. He could not imagine that nothing had happened.

"The 36800 contribution points should not be enough to make my cultivation to the third level of red level battle body complete."

Li Fuchen's speed of practicing body training is too fast. At the same time, he also consumes resources quickly. It is not exaggeration to say that if he has the same understanding as him, his practice is not so fast.

It is important to understand and will to cultivate body skills.

However, the year when his soul was lax, his will was so strong that he could endure what ordinary people could not bear.

"Little Wang eight kid, last time elder Chen was there, I didn't know what to do with you. This time I see who can save you."

On the way back, a strong figure stopped Li Fuchen.

Who is not Zhou Huailong.

He learned from other people that although Li Fuchen didn't go to canglan lake again, he seemed to have found a large number of high-grade ores in a certain mine, and now he is very proud of the situation.

"If you send it yourself, it will save me from going to you."

If you don't get revenge, you're not a gentleman. Li Fuchen is not a saint. If Zhou Huailong breaks his arm, he can't think that nothing happened.

"Do you want to die?" Zhou Huailong can't believe his ears. The fierce light is brewing in his eyes. His fist reaches his wrist and is wrapped in a light black breath.

Zhou Huailong has nine levels of cultivation of Qi State, and has cultivated the entry-level skill of iron armour to the seventh level. He exerts his power with all his strength, which is enough to make the real Qi of his hands and wrists visible.

Don't underestimate the seventh level of the entry-level skill. Although it is stipulated by the sect, there is a high reward for practicing the entry-level skill to 789 within one year, and there is also a reward for practicing the Ninth level within two years.

But this is a reward for real talents. It's very good for ordinary waizong disciples to reach the seventh level in two years.

Zhou Huailong is 18 years old. It took him two and a half years to reach the seventh level.

"Look, it's senior brother Zhou Huailong and Li Fuchen."

"Last time, elder martial brother Zhou broke one arm of Li Fuchen. This time, I'm afraid he will waste Li Fuchen's limbs."

Li cangzong points out that there are a group of disciples from far away.

Li Fuchen doesn't speak. The seventh layer of Hongyu is working and his eyes are fixed on Zhou Huailong.

"Brute, I'll break your limbs and let you lick my vamp." Zhou Huailong is infuriated by Li Fuzhen's posture. With a flick of his knee and a lunge, Zhou Huailong comes to Li Fuchen with a fist of lightning.

The fist was extremely fast, and the sound of cloth tearing came from the void.

It's just that today's Li Fuchen is not Li Fuchen two months ago.

With his left hand raised, Li Fuchen easily caught Zhou Huailong's fist.

"How could it be!"

Zhou Huailong tries to break free, but he seems to be clamped by a pair of tongs and does not move.

"Die."

Zhou Huailong's left fist strikes, and the light black breath covers his fist like an iron fist.

Bang!

Raising his right hand, Li Fuchen grabs Zhou Huailong's left fist.

Without waiting for Zhou Huailong to move on, Li Fuchen puts his lightning foot on Zhou Huailong's stomach, bending his opponent's back and spurting blood out.

"Don't you like hitting people? Today I'll give you a taste of being beaten. "

Li Fuchen pedals on Zhou Huailong's stomach.

"I want you dead!"

Zhou Huailong makes a voice of resentment, and his iron armour skill moves to the limit. His terrifying strength breaks out and he breaks away from Li Fuchen's hands.

Bang!

A fist blows on Zhou Huailong's chin, blows the other party upside down a few somersaults, and finally lies on the ground in a dog eat dog posture.

"That's what it's like to be beaten, isn't it?"

Li Fuchen walked over, stepped on each other's head, stepped on the other's head into the soil, and kicked his legs disorderly.

Hiss!

The sound of the air-conditioner went back and forth.

The crowd was stupefied.

"Is this really senior brother Zhou Huailong? He was abused by Li Fuchen. "

"Have you noticed that Li Fuchen's speed is so fast that my eyes can't keep up with his movements."

"In the past two months, Li Fuchen has made great progress in strength, so he dare to challenge elder martial brother Zhou Huailong.""It seems that we have underestimated Li Fuchen in the past 30 years."

There are tens of thousands of canglan sect disciples, and people are bullied every day. However, few people grow up at a very fast speed like Li Fuchen and beat the bullies hard. Even if it's retribution, it's too fast.

"This younger martial brother, have you done too much?"

Not far away, Luo Kai and a boy with flat eyebrows came over.

Li Fuchen looked up and saw Luo Kai with a cold light in his eyes.

"It's Luo Kai. Next to him is elder martial brother Luo Zhongtian, who is stronger than Zhou Huailong and is also a practitioner of nine martial arts in Qi state."

Someone recognized the identity of Pingmei teenager.

"It has nothing to do with you." Li Fuchen did not loosen his feet.

Luo Zhongtian said with a haughty smile, "Zhou Huailong's great reputation should not be defeated in your hands. It's a big mistake for you to humiliate him. How can I manage it?"

Li Fuchen sneered, "I see you are full to support."

"Presumptuous, how dare to talk to my brother like this, Li Fuchen, still don't kneel down to confess guilt." Luo Kai pointed to Li Fushen angrily.

Luo Zhongtian is his cousin. In a family, it is normal for several young generations to live in the clan. The more prosperous the family is, the more brothers and sisters there are. There are a lot of cousins, cousins and cousins.

"Kneel down? I didn't intend to trouble you, rocai. Since you come to the door yourself, don't blame me for being rude

Releasing his feet, Li Fuchen walked to Luo Kai step by step.

"Are new people so arrogant now?"

Luo Zhongtian twisted his neck, and suddenly a fist hit Li Fuchen.

Li Fuchen looks the same, a punch to meet up.

Bang!

As if two boulders collided together, Luo Zhongtian and Li Fuchen retreated three steps respectively.

"Hard fists."

Li Fuchen was a little surprised. Through the fists he had just made, he could feel that Luo Zhongtian should have practiced the body training skills, not simply the pure Qi strength.

In fact, Luo Zhongtian is slightly better than Luo Zhongtian in the comprehensive strength of their fists.

Fortunately, Li Fuchen's physical strength is stronger. Although his strength is not as strong as the other party's, the bearing capacity is greater than that of the other party. After all, the strength of the two people is not much different.

"What kind of body building skills do you practice?"

Luo Zhongtian looks gloomy. His true Qi and physical strength are combined together. His strength is higher than that of Li Fuchen. But sometimes, strength is nothing. Li Fuchen's fist is too hard.

For example, if the strength is equal, one is wood and the other is steel. If the two collide, the wood will suffer some damage.

Now he felt some pain in his fist.