Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 1090 Eight Steps Beng Fist Beat King Kong!Exchange Students! (one more)
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Nanjing Martial Arts Academy.

A group of students from the Zhejiang Martial Arts Academy showed strange expressions, a little astonished, and noticed something strange, why the ground under their feet was trembling slightly.

It's him!

Yu Jiu frowned, her eyes were sharp, and she stared at the third-year student of Nanjing Wuyuan Academy who was walking.

Nie Niannian's strides were not large, but they were thrown loudly. A mentor from the Nanjing Martial Arts Institute saw some clues and asked hesitantly, "Bengquan with eight steps?"

They looked at an instructor who created and performed this boxing technique when he was at the peak of a martial artist, and now he has gone a step further and been promoted to a great martial artist.

The instructor was also a little hesitant, because although Nie Niannian's steps were very similar, his aura was completely different. There was a shadow of his eight-step collapse fist, but only the shadow remained. The same boxing.

Boom!
At the third step, Nie Niannian's feet fell like drums, but he looked calm and calm. He was wearing a navy blue uniform, hunting and making noises, as if a strong wind was blowing, and an invisible momentum rose towards the martial arts field. The Pufang on the top is washed away.

"Martial artist!"

Among the eight guest lecturers, an old man with short hair opened his mouth, his eyes were like torches, he was very familiar with the structure of the martial arts hall, and he judged that the power contained in Nie Niannian's kick had reached the standard of a martial artist who broke the limit of the secondary human body.

what!
Zhou Cheng couldn't help being shocked when he heard the words. The other party was still a long way from the peak of the limit more than a month ago. How come it took more than a month and not only reached the peak of the limit, but also broke the barrier. To be promoted to a martial artist, this speed is too fast.

Lin Qianhai's expression was startled, and he was ecstatic. It was an unexpected help. Although he didn't know what Nie Niannian had experienced during this winter vacation, who in this world would not have had a little chance, but I don't know that he was promoted not long ago. How far can you fight without more than one punch?Lin Qianhai still feels a little unreliable. Even though Nie Niannian has been promoted to a martial artist, which has narrowed the gap in cultivation, the lay disciples who entered the world and practiced in Putuo Mountain are by no means ordinary people. In Taoism and martial arts, they are all well-known, and they are rare skills that can be comprehended at a low level.

On the martial arts arena, Pu Fang bowed his head and finally whispered the Buddha's name again: "Amitabha..."

Boom!
Before the words of Buddha could be uttered, Nie Niannian raised his eyebrows, and the fourth step fell, as if shrinking the ground into an inch, and the martial arts field was shaken, spanning nearly [-] meters, and appeared in front of Napu.

So fast!

As soon as an expert makes a move, he will know if there is one. Yu Jiu's eyes are shining brightly. This is by no means the speed that a martial artist who has just broken through can have, and it is definitely close to the peak speed of a martial artist.

Before Pu Fang could finish the last word, the hair on his back exploded. In a flash, he stepped back half a step to let go of the strong wind blowing towards his face. Then his fist glowed with a faint golden light, showing the mighty arhat momentum. With a burst, he punched out, the air whimpered, and there was a sign of being blown up.

King Kong Arhat Fist!
"careful!"

Lin Qianhai couldn't help shouting, Tu Yuan's wrist was severely discounted by this punch just now, it can be seen that the power of the punch is heavy, with the blessing of this punch, the power of Pu Fang's punch is definitely there More than eight tons, more than five tons of ordinary martial artists, infinitely approaching the peak of martial artists, close to ten tons of huge strength.

Many students in the third and fourth grades of Nanjing Martial Arts Academy couldn't help holding their breath and showing nervous expressions. Even Zhou Cheng clenched his fists tightly. Nie Niannian is an opponent, but not an enemy. What he is facing now is A rare martial arts inheritance disciple of the Zhejiang Martial Academy, Vajra Arhat Fist is famous in the country, but he felt a little unbearable.

Obviously, no one is optimistic about Nie Niannian. Needless to say, if the many students of Zhejiang Wuyuan are ordinary martial artists, they can catch Pufang's Vajra Arhat Boxing, and they will not become the chief of the third year of Zhejiang Wuyuan. One line is not a name for nothing, it is an ancient Buddhist inheritance with Baji masters sitting in the town.

On the martial arts arena.

In an instant, a cool air flowed from the center of Nie Niannian's eyebrows. He grasped the twenty-meter area around his body in an instant, and his nerve reaction speed seemed to be improved. fundus.

Lifting his right hand, he made a fist seal, facing the light golden fist edge, and imprinted it instantly.

Boom!
Two fists collided, and there was a roar like the beating of bells and drums. After a short while, a scream sounded, which immediately made many students of Nanjing Wuyuan show unbearable expressions, and the corners of the mouths of all the students of Zhejiang Wuyuan There was a sneer and a mocking look.

But soon, many people were stunned.

Contrary to what they imagined, it was not Nie Niannian who screamed, but...

"Pu Fang!" "Senior Pu Fang!"

A guest lecturer of the Zhejiang Martial Arts Academy flickered, and intercepted the figure that flew out as if hit by air steam. Looking down, Pu in his arms was pale and sweaty, especially on one arm, the wrist. It broke off and was dripping with blood, just like Tu Yuan from the Nanjing Martial Academy before.

"Won?"

"Nie Niannian, he..."

At this moment, not only the students, but also some instructors felt a little caught off guard, returning from hell to heaven, and didn't know what to say.

this kid...

Dean Luo Qian's eyes admired, his eyes are so vicious, just the moment of the fight, it can be seen that Nie Niannian has actually comprehended and grasped the initial spiritual power, and learned the most superficial use, which is the initial form of divine consciousness .

"You are so young, you are so fierce."

The guest lecturer gave Nie Niannian a cold look and said, "This is a martial arts competition, not revenge."

"How does your Excellency know that this is revenge?" Hu Lianshan, the director of academic affairs, frowned and said, "The Babu Bengquan of my Nanjing Martial Arts Academy is all about going all out in one go, going all out, declining again, and exhausting three times."

At this time, many mentors of Nanjing Wuyuan Academy sneered, could they afford to lose?

"Okay, come back."

Gu Chenggang said, his face was a bit ugly, he didn't expect Pu Fang to lose, and it was a disastrous defeat, which was beyond his expectation. According to the information he got, there is no such person in the third grade of Nanjing Wuyuan Academy. Hiding the cultivation base is because of some good luck in the past few months, so that it has advanced by leaps and bounds.

The most important thing is that in the third grade, there is no one who can compare with Pufang. This time, he lost in Zhejiang Wuyuan.

"Dean Gu, how about...let me try."

At this time, a voice sounded that was slightly dry but clearly pronounced, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

foreigner?
People in Nanjing Wuyuan have long noticed that this blond foreign youth in the third grade of Zhejiang Wuyuan is tall and handsome. He is wearing a platinum battle suit, which is completely different from the standard battle uniform of Zhejiang Wuyuan.

The exchange student of the Holy See Martial Academy!
Hu Lianshan, the head of the academic affairs department, and Luo Qian, the dean, looked at each other. This young man came from a not simple background, and no relevant information about his specific cultivation and strength has been obtained.

"Okay." Gu Chenggang pondered for a while, and said, "Tipo, you are an exchange student, and you can't really represent my Zhejiang Wushu Academy. It's just a Chinese and foreign martial arts exchange."

Gu Chenggang still had some thoughts about letting the exchange students of the Holy See Martial Academy play in the battle. He lost because of his poor teaching from the Zhejiang Martial Academy, and the one who won and lost was also a Chinese. Generally speaking, even the Zhejiang Martial Arts Academy cannot easily refuse some reasonable requests such as this accompanying visit.

Therefore, Gu Cheng just stated that the next battle is just a martial arts exchange, not a record.

Dipo walked into the martial arts arena.

At this moment, not only the many students of the Nanjing Wuyuan Academy, but even the students of the Zhejiang Wuyuan Academy were all engrossed, because they also didn't know the depth of this exchange student. Only Yu Jiu stared at the figure on the martial arts arena, remembering before What this person said, perhaps, does not need him to act.

Even that Pufang struggled to sit cross-legged, staring at Tipo on the martial arts arena. Others didn't know it, but he had experienced it himself. No one knew better than him that this young Vatican martial arts student's horrible.

No one noticed that Su Qinian frowned slightly at this time. From the young monk in the Putuo Temple just now, to the young man of the Holy See Martial Academy, he saw something that ordinary people couldn't see at all. In the depths, a long-lost chill was brewing. (Genuine subscription is the greatest support for ten steps! Ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a recommendation ticket, and the second one will be later.)
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