Fairy Hunting

Chapter 167 My master is a martial arts genius

Although Duan Feng dismissed the Sanjue Martial Arts as useless in his mouth, in his heart he attached great importance to it.

Those ordinary people can't see the way, and he still can't see that the disciples of the Sanjue Martial Arts Gym have such attainments at such a young age, which is absolutely amazing.

What's more, Wen Yuan is still the big brother of the Sanjue Martial Arts Gym, how dare he underestimate him, once he makes a move, he will go all out.

The two fists were pitch black, and the qi and blood of the peak breaking limit four times agitated. When they were punched out, they exploded, and the ordinary people around were shocked.

bump!
Wen Yuan swung his fist and hit Duan Feng's nose accurately with one punch, which immediately collapsed Duan Feng's nose.

Duan Feng felt his forehead buzzing, staggered back a dozen steps, sat down on the ground, covered his nose and screamed.

lost?

The people around were all taken aback and didn't react for a while.

Didn't this peak look very powerful before? With a pair of iron fists, they dance like tigers and tigers, with amazing power. How can they be lying down with one punch?

"Beautiful fists and embroidered legs are not useful."

Wen Yuan made a serious evaluation.

He's really serious, it's not like he's being demeaning.

Among the crowd, the owner of the Shenquan Martial Arts Gym snorted coldly with a gloomy expression.

"Isn't there a lot of talented people in the Martial Arts Alliance? Come on, let me teach you."

Wen Yuan's gaze scanned the disciples of the Thirteen Martial Arts Alliance.

The hearts of all the disciples of the martial arts alliance sank, and they were a little surprised.

They are very clear about Duan Feng's strength.

Among all the disciples of the Thirteen Martial Arts Alliance, they are all outstanding.

Being able to defeat Duan Feng with one move, Wen Yuan's strength exceeded their expectations.

How many years has it been since the Sanjue Martial Arts Gym was opened, how can there be such a strong strength among the disciples?

"I'll meet you."

In the martial arts alliance, a tall figure walked out.

People from the Martial Arts Alliance recognized that this person was the big brother of Changqing Martial Arts, Fu Changqing's direct disciple, who had broken the limit five times, and his name was Yuan Qing.

Among all the disciples of the martial arts alliance, he can be ranked in the top three.

There was nothing to say, Yuan Qing and Wen Yuan fought together.

As soon as they fought, Yuan Qing was crushed and beaten by Wen Yuan.

Among the disciples of Sanjue Martial Arts Hall, Wen Yuan's talent is indeed unique.

At a young age, Vajra Immortality has already reached the peak of perfection, and it is only one step away from reaching the pinnacle.

It is hoped that before the age of 30, he will practice the Vajra Immortality Skill to a state of perfection.

If you enter Marquis Wu, this time will be advanced.

One must know that Li Wenxuan and Li Wenxin also reached the fifth level of Marquis Wu, and when they were close to 50 years old, they practiced first-class martial arts to perfection.

That's it, it's already on the list of Marquis Wu.

Yuan Qing managed to sustain more than ten strokes, before being punched by Wen Yuan, vomiting blood and retreating.

Lu Yan could tell that Wen Yuan was hiding his clumsiness, otherwise, he could have defeated Yuan Qing with one move.

Although Yuan Qing's master, Fu Changqing, practiced first-rate martial arts, he did not have divine intentions. Therefore, Yuan Qing, a senior disciple, only practiced second-rate martial arts. How could he compare with Wen Yuan.

"Who else is there to teach?"

After defeating Yuan Qing, Wen Yuan's gaze scanned the disciples of the Martial Arts Alliance again.

But for a while, no one dared to fight.

Yuan Qing was defeated, and the others were only seeking humiliation when they went up.

Among the crowd, the owners of the major martial arts gyms were also pale.

Miscalculated.

Wen Yuan usually devotes himself to self-cultivation, and when he has time, he will teach his juniors how to practice. He is very low-key, and has never fought with anyone outside the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall.

Therefore, even in the Sanjue Martial Arts Academy, only a few people know Wen Yuan's specific cultivation and combat power.

All the disciples only know that Wen Yuan's cultivation base is very high, but few people know exactly how high.

The martial arts alliance doesn't know either.

Therefore, they did not expect that the disciples of the martial arts alliance would lose.

In this way, not only did it fail to suppress the Sanjue Martial Arts School, it also indirectly gave the Sanjue Martial Arts School an opportunity to promote it.

"Is no one playing? Martial Arts Alliance, that's all."

"My Sanjue Martial Arts Gym has always been kind to people. Whenever someone goes to practice martial arts, he will teach them all. Unexpectedly, today he encountered such a catastrophe. All the juniors were injured by you for no reason. Today, we must seek justice. Masters, juniors If you are not talented, I will ask you for advice."

Wen Yuan clasped his fists, but looked at the crowd, and fell on those museum owners.

Those museum owners all had gloomy faces.

A junior, actually challenged them in public?

Outrageous.

In the crowd, Lu Yan showed a smile, and said to Li Quan, who had followed him, "No wonder Wen Yuan hid his strength just now. It turned out that he had this plan in mind. Yes, he has a bit of my demeanor."

"That's right, the Bishop's good job. Wen Yuan was an honest kid before, but now he's much smarter."

Li Quan complimented.

After waiting for a while, there was no host to come on stage. Wen Yuan sighed, and said: "You guys are mainly afraid of the juniors, and the juniors are not reluctant. I hope that when you meet my host in the future, just call me a junior."

Ruthless, too ruthless.

This is simply humiliating.

The eyes of the surrounding people also fell on the museum owners one after another, with suspicion.

Are these museum owners really afraid of a junior?
After that, my children should not go to these martial arts gyms to practice martial arts. Wouldn't it be nice to go to the Sanjue martial arts hall?
In the crowd, Lu Yan praised again, and Li Quan flattered him again.

"Young people have some strength, but they don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth. They are so arrogant. Today, I will teach you a lesson for your teacher."

A burly old man of sixty years old walked out, but it was Zhao Sanjiang, the owner of the Shenquan Martial Arts Gym, Iron Arm Shenquan.

There is no way, today, I have to pick it up even if I don’t want to.

Otherwise, the thirteen martial arts alliance will lose face.

Even if he has the reputation of being bullied by the big, he deserves it.

"Senior, please, this junior will control the power and won't kill you, no, I won't hurt you."

Wen Yuan cupped his fists.

"Accept."

Zhao Sanjiang didn't want to say any more. With a violent surge of Qi and blood, his fists became pitch black. With a step, the stone slab on the ground shattered.

Compared with Duan Feng, I don't know how much stronger it is.

Wen Yuan performed the vajra indestructibility skill and responded with concentration.

He didn't try his best, but dealt with Zhao Sanjiang. Zhao Sanjiang was an old Jianghu who had been struggling for most of his life. He had rich practical experience, which Wen Yuan lacked. He just took this opportunity to hone himself and improve himself. practical experience.

The two fought each other for more than 50 strokes before Wen Yuan charged forward and punched Zhao Sanjiang in the chest, knocking Zhao Sanjiang back more than ten meters. His face was flushed and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Senior, promise."

Wen Yuan cupped his fists.

Zhao Sanjiang's face was livid, he turned around and left, Wuyan continued to stay.

"Even the master of the gym has been defeated, the disciples of the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall are actually so powerful."

"Wenyuan Wenyuan, I remembered, isn't this the son of the old Orion Wenhu's family? He seems to have been practicing martial arts in the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall for only five or six years. In such a short period of time, he has such a cultivation level, which is better than Shenquan. The owner of the martial arts gym is still very powerful."

"Who said that Sanjue Marquis Wu can't teach his disciples? How can Wen Yuan be so powerful if he doesn't know how to teach his disciples?"

"It seems that I have to consider sending my son to the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall to practice martial arts. Originally, I wanted to send my son to the nearest Changqing Martial Arts Hall."

The people around were talking about it.

The masters of the Martial Arts Alliance are getting more and more gloomy.

"I'll meet you."

Another hall owner came out to fight Wen Yuan.

The owner of the pavilion is good at legwork and extremely fast, swimming around Wenyuan.

Wen Yuan was obviously inexperienced. At the beginning, he was a little flustered, and was hit by the opponent, but he blocked it with his tyrannical defense. After more than ten moves, Wen Yuan gradually stabilized, calm and focused.

After dozens of tricks, he had roughly figured out the opponent's routine, and then deliberately showed his flaws, invited the group into the urn, grabbed the opponent's wrist, and smashed it with a swing.

"Is there any senior to teach me?"

Wen Yuan said loudly, continue to fight.

He became more and more excited.

In the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall, he can only compete with Wang Lin on weekdays.

But there is a world of difference between sparring and actual combat.

The two actual battles had benefited him a lot, and he wished for more.

The faces of the masters of the martial arts hall were ugly, and no one dared to go on stage for a while.

Among the thirteen museum owners, except for a few, they are all in the same category.

Zhao Sanjiang and Zhao Sanjiang were both defeated. They went up and ended up the same way.

Finally, their eyes fell on Fu Changqing.

"Brother Changqing, now, only you can suppress this kid if you play."

A curator whispered.

"You guys, let me use the honor of Marquis Wu to bully a junior. If this gets out, where will I put my old face?"

Fu Changqing whispered, his face gloomy.

Fu Changqing originally practiced first-class martial arts, accumulated for many years, and accumulated very profoundly. Not long after he took refuge in Li Wenxuan, he obtained the heart of the Nine Festivals of Alienation. With his strong foundation, he broke through in one fell swoop and entered Wuhou.

Originally, he regarded Lu Yan as an opponent, but now he asked him to take action against a junior, how could he face this.

"Brother Changqing, you have just broken through and haven't spread the word yet. Few people know that you are Marquis Wu. When you make a move, you can suppress this Wen Yuan with your blood and without bone strength."

One museum owner suggested.

"It's so feasible. If I don't suppress this kid today, my thirteen martial arts alliance will lose all face. Who will come to us to learn martial arts in the future? If we can't recruit disciples, how will we survive in the martial arts hall?"

"Brother Changqing, please."

Several museum owners spoke one after another.

Fu Changqing's face looked uncertain.

He never expected that things would develop to this point.

Among the disciples of the Sanjue Martial Arts Gym, unexpectedly there are such powerful people.

According to their expectations, the Sanjue Martial Arts Gym has only been opened for six or seven years. Among the disciples, who can produce masters?
Their disciples are enough to crush and suppress the reputation of the Sanjue Martial Arts Academy, and suppress the arrogance of the Sanjue Martial Arts Academy.

It would be best if they could force Lu Yan to take action, and they also had a way to suppress Lu Yan.

But in this situation, they are already in a difficult situation.

Today, no matter what, Wen Yuan must be defeated, otherwise, it will not end.

"Okay, now, that's the only way to go. Postpone the announcement of me becoming Marquis Wu for a year."

Fu Changqing made a decision, ordered in a low voice, stepped out, and stood in front of Wen Yuan.

Fu Changqing looked at Wen Yuan curiously, and said, "Are you Lu Shanchuan's direct disciple?"

"No, it's just a registered disciple."

Wen Yuan shook his head.

In the beginning, Wen Yuan was just an apprentice. Not long ago, Lu Yan officially accepted Wen Yuan as a registered student after returning from Kunwu Mountain.

And only this one.

The main reason is that Lu Yan's cultivation base is high, and he has enough confidence. A disciple, he can protect him.

Fu Changqing showed a look of surprise, and at the same time, deep jealousy flooded his heart.

Wen Yuan is so talented, but he is only Lu Shanchuan's registered disciple?
What a waste.

Why can't he receive such an excellent disciple?
"It's rare for you to have such cultivation at such a young age. It can be seen that you are extremely talented. You are a martial arts prodigy. Lu Shanchuan doesn't pay attention to such a talent. He only gave you the name of registered disciple. It's better to change the family. Others will definitely Accept you as a personal disciple, and teach you all."

Fu Changqing said, with a very regretful expression for Wen Yuan.

At the same time, he indirectly told the surrounding people that the reason why Wen Yuan is so strong is his talent, not how good the Sanjue Martial Arts School taught.

Wen Yuan shook his head again and again, and said, "I don't dare to be a martial arts prodigy, but the owner of the museum is the real martial arts prodigy. Even a few random words are more effective than what you all give me."

In the crowd, Lu Yan couldn't help laughing, and said to Li Quan: "This kid Wen Yuan is good at everything, but he is too honest. Just tell the truth, this point needs to be changed."

Wen Yuan told the truth, but it was extremely harsh to Fu Changqing's ears, thinking that Wen Yuan was humiliating him.

Fu Changqing reprimanded with a cold face: "Young man, just now the master Zhao and the master Lin are all your elders, you have no respect for elders, so I will teach you a lesson for your master."

After saying that, Qi and blood surged all over his body, his skin was flushed, and his breath was oppressive.

"It's obvious that you are bullying the young with your big ones. People in their 50s and [-]s are still bullying my juniors. You have no face or skin"

Wen Yuan spoke back.

"Okay, let's go."

Fu Changqing yelled loudly, stepped out, his blood burst out, and the ground trembled slightly.

"Please enlighten me."

Wen Yuan didn't talk too much, he used the vajra indestructibility skill, his whole body was golden, and he punched Fu Changqing.

Wen Yuan didn't dare to be careless about the famous old owner of Baicao City, he punched out with one punch, three points for offense and seven points for defense.

Fu Changqing's body trembled, his muscles and bones groaned, blood poured into his arms, and he trampled on his body, his claws grabbed Wen Yuan's wrist.

Fu Changqing's top-notch martial art is a claw skill called "Golden Claws for Breaking Stones".

The claws were fast and ruthless, and the five hands were like five javelins, piercing the air and making a sharp whistling sound. Wen Yuan didn't dare to be careless, so he hurriedly changed his moves and counterattacked Fu Changqing's abdomen.

The two changed their moves very quickly, changed ten moves in a blink of an eye, and finally collided with each other.

With a collision, the two men swayed and retreated at the same time.

Wen Yuan was fine, but Fu Changqing's face sank, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

In a head-to-head confrontation, he couldn't win Wenyuan.

You know, he has already broken through to Marquis Wu. Even though he doesn't use bone strength, his body is full of qi and blood, which exceeds the normal limit of five breaks, and his body has been tempered by bone strength, making him even stronger. In addition to his many years of experience , I originally thought that even if I didn't have to use my strength, it would be a sure thing to take down Wenyuan.

"This kid really practiced first-class martial arts, but it wasn't the Nine-turn Divine Lightning Saber bestowed by Li Shi, could it be Lu Shanchuan's own major in martial arts? body?"

Fu Changqing's thoughts suddenly changed.

Many descendants of declining families, although they have cultivated top-notch martial arts, have no divine intentions and cannot pass them on.

For example, his broken stones are divided into golden claws. He is the only one who cultivates and cannot be passed on to his disciples. His disciples practice second-rate martial arts.

(End of this chapter)