The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 364 Outside the City

On the gloomy sky, there are dark clouds, and in the world, the wind is blowing, and there is a sharp ghost screaming sound in the whistling. Xiang Yang is carrying a tourmaline knife, tall and tall, wearing a silver medal of the gods, standing in Qingjiang Fucheng Outside, the corners of his mouth twitched.

The sixth day of June seemed to be a good day, but when I got up early in the morning, the sky was gloomy and it looked like it was going to rain.

That's fine, the key is that I'm still standing on the official road outside the city like a big fool, facing the surprised eyes of passers-by in a hurry, feeling overwhelmed with shame.

"Where are the spectators who agreed to the battle? What about Yanxi, who was famous inside and outside the Qingjiang Mansion? How come there is no one, and others are fine. Why is it the same with the God Catching Gate, and you can't even see a ghost?"

The decisive battle should be a wave of people watching the battle, but now they have never seen it at all, which is a bit embarrassing.

"Also, such a major event as usual should also trigger the mission in the heavenly book, why is there no movement yet?"

The sky became more and more gloomy, and the wind became more and more fierce, blowing Xiang Yang's long hair flying. While waiting, his mind was disturbed and many thoughts arose. At this moment, a loud howling sound came from afar.

Hearing the person coming, Xiang Yang's heart trembled, and he used his breath to illuminate the scriptures, restrain his mind, and completely eliminated all the messy thoughts in his mind just now
Restored the appearance of the ancient well without waves, and at the same time looked around, he saw a red-faced middle-aged man with no hair on his face leaping forward. The raging enthusiasm that does not match.

"This is Huang Lang? Is it different from the portraits I've seen? And this physical strength, I'm afraid after such a long distance. I've improved so much in a short period of time. Is it because of drug use? Patriarch Raging Fire really paid off. "

Facing the strong wind, Xiang Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man who had come from afar. He was secretly vigilant in his heart, but he was wrong. Huang Lang's improvement was all due to the strength he had devoted his life to. It doesn't matter much.

In the dark, the moment the howling sounded, suddenly there were countless figures in the wilderness, scattered, each with a distance, staring closely at Xiang Yang on the official road and Huang Lang, who was rising in momentum.

These people include monks and Taoists, black and white, men and women, old and young, all of whom have deep auras, and there are even many acquaintances of Xiang Yang.

But at this time, Xiang Yang was intimidated by Huang Lang in front of him, and he didn't dare to be distracted, so he didn't know that his battle had really caused a lot of trouble, and many forces including Yanxi County came to watch the battle.

Not far from the confrontation between the two, Du Yuanhui of the Iron Bone Gate was standing side by side with a skinny and short man, and said in an unpredictable and unbelievable tone,
"Tiesheng, you are a genius that I have never had in Tiegumen, but you must not underestimate others, let alone Huang Lang.

Years ago, Xiang Yang was not the enemy of the traitor Song Zuwu's three tricks. Now that he has advanced to such a level, he is really a genius. His rapid progress is the only thing I have ever seen in my life. "

Tie Sheng nodded. His eyesight was terrifying. Between his eyes, he could see that Xiang Yang's inner energy was vigorous and extremely pure, faintly like rivers and seas, without any superficiality. Like the scorching sun, the zhenqi is simply overbearing to the extreme.

On the other side, Monk Ku took Yuan Bao and looked at the little catcher Xiang Yang with wide eyes, wiped his bull's eyes again and again, swallowed his saliva, and then touched the little monk Yuan Bao's bald head.

"Yuan Bao, did you see that? That kid has improved so much, how about you?

Martial arts used to be far above him, but now he is fat and fat, but not martial arts, and he doesn't know whether his decision to go down the mountain with Lu Da was right or wrong. Starting tomorrow, he will add three hours to his practice time. "

He was muttering in his heart, what kind of monster is this kid?It is not impossible for martial arts to grow rapidly, but it is rare to have such a solid foundation. It is upright and upright, without crooked ways, so how can others mess around?
In the crowd, there was also a masked woman holding a little girl in her hand. She couldn't see her face clearly, but her teeth were clenched tightly, and murderous intent rose in her eyes.
"It's fine if Master Yu failed in the assassination. This young man's martial arts has grown to the present, I'm afraid I'm no match for him, let alone Zhang Feng and his ilk. The last words of the ancestors are really good. Although Zheng Pingyuan is very talented, when he meets Xiang Yang, I'm afraid it's hard to escape the murderous hands."

This woman is obviously Qiu Minjun from the Fire Worship Sect, she came here incarnate at this time, and blended in behind a group of Jianghu people, without anyone noticing her.

There are also acquaintances who have their own guesses about Xiang Yang's changes. Except for Lu Da and his party, they have spent the longest time with Xiang Yang, and they have the deepest understanding.

On the official road, a passerby saw this posture, and quickly realized that this was not a psychopath, but a master who was about to fight, and rushed into the city.

On the city wall, there was also a group of people standing at this time, a middle-aged man in white robes, watching Mr. Lan Da's words beside him, nodded slightly,

"So this is the person who saved your kid? It's really powerful, but it's a pity that Liu Ruohai refuses to let him go, otherwise he will be able to accomplish a lot if he enters my government office."

On the field, Xiang Yang stared at Huang Lang, feeling the mission of the heavenly book in his mind, his face was extremely solemn,
"Life and death mission: Huang Lang has practiced kung fu with fire essence, and his martial arts has grown rapidly, and his kung fu has become a great success. For this reason, he will fight with him in a decisive battle, and life and death will be half and half; survival mission rewards, five plus two martial arts gift packs."

Regardless of the martial arts in the five-plus-two martial arts gift package, he almost shot him with a small Li flying knife in the face of a tyrannical swordsman like Lin Yuanguang. Could it be that Huang Lang is stronger than Lin Yuanguang?
The krypton gold player is really powerful. According to Huang Lang's information he knows, his big brother Shi Jizong is slightly inferior to Lin Yuanguang, let alone Lin Yuanguang's opponent.

Xiang Yang was looking at Huang Lang, and Huang Lang was also looking at Xiang Yang. Seeing this young boy with a handsome face, a graceful posture, and a strong true energy covering the whole body, he was really a dragon and a phoenix among men, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Years ago, he was also like this. Unfortunately, he is now in his 40s and has entered middle age. What makes him even more sad is that for today's battle, his appearance is almost completely destroyed.

But the more this is the case, the more the flames in his heart boil, anger and jealousy will become the best nourishment for his Chiyan Divine Art, and it is also the key to exerting the greatest power of his martial arts.

"Xiang Yang, today the two of us can live alone, so we don't talk nonsense, come on."

Huang Lang stepped forward, the loess was scorched black, and Xiang Yang narrowed his eyes, only then did he see that this person came barefoot, with such a strong internal strength, he was even more vigilant.

As Huang Lang strode, he jumped into Xiang Yang's side and grabbed it with his big hands. The heat flow surged, and the space above Xiang Yang's head seemed to be burned by a fireball, and his whole body felt like being in a furnace.

"It's such a strong internal skill. Compared with the Chiyan Divine Art that the two Vulcans used together that day, they are basically two martial arts. The gap is so big."

Xiang Yang stepped on the moon, took a step back, squeezed his right hand, and swung the Seven Injury Fist, hitting the big hand, but suddenly there was a scorching sound of Zila, Xiang Yang took advantage of his strength to retreat, looking as if The fist that was scorched, my heart sank,
"Is this person a monster? His body is full of such fire-like strength, and he is still alive? It is impossible for Jiuyang Dacheng to have such an amazing performance. The red flames are terrifying."

(End of this chapter)