Lord of the Desert

Chapter 121

Chi Xinchi suddenly fell into a disadvantage, which was beyond everyone's expectations.

Even listening to the discussions coming from the various windows of Haige suddenly cut off most of them.

"Is this a millstone?"

Li Xingfa, who was the oldest present, saw a clue.

"After all, it is a famous family who has been out of the swords and cranes, and has some knowledge."

Quan Yanghui replied proudly.

"This is exactly the Mopanzhang ranked second in the "Musashi" of the Martial Arts Institute."

"Among our clan, there are only two or three people in each generation who can practice in the penetrating realm!"

The nonchalance between the words continued.

Quan Huarong, who entered the second offensive round, blasted out with a single palm.

The power of the palm surged like a tide, pushing layer by layer, hitting Chi Xin's bare shoulder.

Although the latter's skin is not broken or injured, he can't bear the strength of his body.

After only two slaps, the corners of Chi Xinchi's mouth were already bleeding, and even Tie Yi could hardly hold on.

So he first secretly glanced at Zheng Fuqu, and seeing the girl turn her face away to ignore him, then looked at Hong Fan.

"Brother Fan, I'm not an opponent..."

Chi Xinchi smiled wryly.

Quan Huarong won easily, and wanted to ridicule him, but seeing his opponent was so sincere, he didn't know what to say for a while.

"This beating is not a crime of fighting, it's just martial arts restraint."

Hong Fan also smiled.

He has never had any ill-feeling towards this honest young man from the Chi family.

"The key to the Quan family's grinding palm is probably high-energy, high-frequency vibration."

Hong Fan speculated.

"Your iron clothes are one piece, and the sword is indestructible, but the upper mopan palm becomes a medium, causing most of the palm power to penetrate into the inside..."

Even though Quan Huarong had excellent self-control ability, he couldn't help being moved when he heard this.

In Yuquan City, the Lu family's "No Weapon Sword" puts great emphasis on insight, and there is a martial proverb that "enemy against yin is not equal to yang".

But even the most outstanding members of the Lu family don't have the ability to "know the small things and hit the target".

"Mr. Hong's eyesight is truly astonishing."

Quan Huarong didn't even look at Chi Xinchi who was defeated, his pair of tiger eyes just stared at Hong Fan.

"I don't know how much your kung fu is as good as your eyesight?"

he challenged.

"A young man from a certain family joined the army and has experienced hundreds of battles, but it is a pity that he has never fought against Xingjun..."

"I also invite Mr. Hong to end, and fulfill my wish!"

Just as he was about to fight, his sight was cut off by a figure.

"If you want to fight against Xingjun in my family, you have to pass me first!"

Hong Lie strode forward.

Immediately afterwards, Hong She pressed his shoulders.

"Cousin, why not give me this opportunity?"

Hong She moved his shoulders and neck, and his joints creaked.

It has been a long time since he reached the peak of penetration, but he has always been stuck in the first strange vein, and just needs some fierce fights as a breakthrough opportunity.

Hong Lie glanced at Chi Yiyue, who was taking care of his elder brother, and nodded to move away.

"Jinhai Hong's family, Hong Amnesty, penetrated the peak cultivation base and practiced the "Yanliu Kungfu"."

In full view, Hong Shexing stood on the footprints left by Chi Xinchi and looked up at Quan Huarong.

Handsome is handsome, but it's a pity that he was defeated in two rounds.

Without him, the Mopan Palm is too powerful.

Although this move was slow to accumulate power, there was a rule of not fighting, so Hong She could only endure it.

"The two have reached the peak."

Quan Yanghui said, glancing at the carbonization on Quan Huarong's arrow sleeve.

"My brother's combat power ranks among the top five among the younger generation of the Quan family. It is normal for you to lose to him."

His words seemed to be comforting, but everyone in Jin Hai felt harsh.

Zheng Fuqu thrust her waist, intending to pay back, but had nothing to say.

He has the advantage of cultivation and is still being [-]v[-]. At this time, let's talk about the rules and so on. It is not an excuse but it has become an excuse.

[I'm not going to lose, are I? 】

She glanced at Hong Fan and Hong Lie from the corner of her eye, but found that their expressions were normal.

And Hong She, who had just lost the fight, moved closer to Chi Xinchi with his forearms in his arms, without any sense of nervousness.

It was as if they knew that the opponent was doomed not to win.

"Brother Hong, we are not prepared today. If we compete with weapons, we may not lose..."

Hong She said in a low voice.

Then Chi Yiyue, who was taking care of her elder brother, puffed up her round face and glared at her, then immediately shut up.

"A certain family at Guantong Peak has beaten two, can Mr. Hong make a move now?"

After Quan Huarong regained his breath for a while, his eyes turned to Hong Fan.

The latter is naturally also looking at him.

After more than half a year, Hong Fan has grown by three centimeters, almost to 1.7 meters eight.

Quan Huarong was at least half a head taller than him, and his figure was almost twice as burly.

"My cousin injured you, do you need a few days to recover?"

Hong Fan asked, looking at the burns on his opponent's forearm.

"It's not necessary!"

Quan Huarong's tone was domineering.

"A certain family suffered some flesh wounds, but their combat power was intact, and their true energy still had more than half of it."

"Young Master Hong should think more about himself."

Hong Fan nodded.

"I understand."

"I will do my best to decide the outcome before your qi is exhausted."

Hong Fan took off the saber "White Calamity" and handed it to Hong Lie.

Seeing this, Quan Huarong deliberately added: "Please feel free to use it. If you don't use weapons, you will have no regrets then."

"Don't worry, I will use it naturally..."

Hong Fan laughed.

In the middle of the sentence, a wind and sand suddenly rose in the courtyard.

The wind blurs the sound; the sand blurs the world.

Hong Fan walked towards the opponent, every step made the roaring barren sand more and more violent, and it felt like covering the sky and the sun for a moment.

It wasn't until he stood a step in front of Quan Huarong that the group of sands converged into a strand, leaping down in all directions like a flying dragon and returning to their master.

Using the human body as the skeleton, the barren sand battle armor is quickly put on and formed in one piece.

Quan Huarong couldn't help taking a half step back.

And Quan Yanghui and Lu Xingchao were even more shocked.

"I forgot to inform Your Excellency in advance. My cultivation base is the perfection of the Nine Paths, and the Tenth Path is still [-]% short."

Hong Fan's high-spirited and domineering voice came from under the battle armor.

"Moreover, similar to your family's Futu Jin, my Fate Star Sand World is also very good at positional warfare."

Needless to say what he said, all the eyes present have already seen it.

Since there is no need to consider the mobility of Dodo, and Hong Fanxiu has improved again, the height of the battle armor he urged this time reached [-] meters, and the thickest part of the breastplate was more than one foot.

The two stood one step apart before, Quan Huarong's head was only close to Hong Fan's chest, and Hong Fan's breastplate was almost touching his face.

The difference in stature between the two sides is almost like a jackal and a tiger.

The discussion upstairs stopped.

Zheng Fuqu stared fixedly at Hong Fan who was incarnated as a golden-armored giant god, and only then did he understand what the concept of "breaking down the rain of arrows and being invincible in a collision" was wildly spread in the city after the battle on Hongduo Mountain.

This kind of deterrence, normal people don't want to fight after seeing it, right?
"Is this the weapon that the Second Young Master mentioned?"

Quan Huarong rolled his Adam's apple, looked up at the majestic King Kong in front of him, and forced a smile.

"Oh, yes, there are weapons..."

Hong Fan suddenly said.

Someone's heart skipped a beat.

"If you don't tell me, I forgot."

Hong Fan bent down and lifted it from the ground, and pulled out a tower shield two meters high and ten centimeters thick with his left hand.

"I'm ready, Brother Quan, don't worry about hurting me."

Seeing the shield in front of him that was taller than himself, Quan Huarong, who was shrouded in shadow, swallowed, how could he speak?

(End of this chapter)