Xuanhuan: My practice is infinitely upgraded

Everyone in the audience is still discussing.

"In my opinion, Jiang Heng has a bigger chance of winning."

"Although he has only experienced one battle, with such a strong physique, he is almost invincible. Meng Lingxiu can't break it, let alone defeat him."

"That's not necessarily true. With Meng Lingxiu's great wind gait, Jiang Heng might not even be able to touch her skirt. Maybe there is a chance of victory in the battle."

on the ring.

Jiang Heng looked at Meng Lingxiu's graceful posture and smiled playfully.

"Windwalk? It's a coincidence."

Jiang Heng also moved his body like a gust of wind, even faster.

The distance was shortened in an instant.

"What! He is also a windwalk? And he is at a higher level than me!"

Meng Lingxiu was shocked, and her breathing rhythm was even chaotic for a moment.

And it was at this very moment that Jiang Heng had already caught up with her.

Clenched his fist with his right hand and smashed it out!
Meng Lingxiu's face changed drastically, her figure twisted, and at the same time she raised her long sword, trying to block it.

"sulfuric acid!"

Under the unmatched force, the long sword instantly shattered.

Jiang Heng's fist continued to move forward, across the chest of Meng Lingxiu who was turning around.

An extremely hard touch came from somewhere, and Meng Lingxiu's face turned red.

next moment.

Jiang Heng stopped his forward momentum in an instant, pulled his right arm back, and immediately turned into an elbow, and threw it at Meng Lingxiu again.

Such a sudden and sudden change of body shape stunned everyone in the audience.

"Follow the heart, this is the perfect level of wind walk!"

"This is a terrifying genius who suddenly appeared out of nowhere! At the age of a teenager, his cultivation base is at least level [-], his body skills are at the perfect level, his physique is terrifyingly strong, and his boxing skills are obviously extremely powerful."

"With such strength, next month's Zongmen Grand Competition will definitely be a super dark horse!"

Meng Lingxiu on the stage was even more terrified, and a terrifying sense of crisis flashed through her heart.

However, she had no way to escape.

"I'm at the eighth level of cultivation! I'm proficient in Tian Luo Zhang! How can I not be as explosive as you!"

Meng Lingxiu felt unwilling.

As a supreme genius, if she was not too young, she would have already been ranked among the top ten in the Zongmen Grand Competition.

Cultivation, martial arts, everything has a strong talent.

But now, everything is not as good as a peer.

how can that be!

She angrily mobilized all the energy and blood in her body, and met Jiang Heng's elbow with a palm.

The moment when palms and elbows hit each other.

Accompanied by a muffled sound, an invisible shock wave spread out in all directions.

Under Jiang Heng's control, the mysterious level [Broken Rock Fist] upgraded from the perfect level [Broken Rock Fist], the attack method is no longer limited to fists.

Even the temporary elbow strike has nearly three times the explosive power bonus.

[-] catties of force, under three times the burst.

A full 18 catties of explosive power!

It crushed Meng Lingxiu's palm directly, and even pushed her palm to hit her head.

"Oh!"

A muffled sound.

Meng Lingxiu's body flew sideways and landed on the ring, unable to get up for a while.

A figure shot towards the arena.

He squatted down beside Meng Lingxiu, and checked her breath and pulse.

It was the deacon in blue who was outside the ring.

After finding out that Meng Lingxiu was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Ordinary disciples were fine, if something happened to a genius disciple like Meng Lingxiu, he might be in bad luck too.

He looked at Jiang Heng slightly reproachfully, but didn't say anything.

After all, he was obviously a genius, so it's better not to offend him!
At this time.

Around the arena, the discussions of the onlookers exploded.

"too strong!"

"Next month, Jiang Heng is definitely capable of competing for the top ten outer sect disciples! And he is only a teenager, and he will definitely rise in the future and become a core disciple, or even a stronger true disciple!"

"I seem to have seen a rising star in the sect!"

"However, Jiang Heng is too cruel! A beauty like Meng Lingxiu is willing to deal with such a heavy hand!"

At this time.

Meng Lingxiu on the ring opened her eyes in confusion, and slowly regained her sobriety.

After thanking the deacon first, she looked at Jiang Heng who was standing quietly on the side of the ring not far away.

But he saw that his complexion was flat, his handsome face was full of youthfulness and immaturity, and he seemed harmless to humans and animals.

"Damn it! It's so hard!"

Meng Lingxiu secretly gritted her teeth.

Her head is still buzzing.

If it weren't for the strong physique of the warrior, the boulder would have been crushed under that blow.

Under the cultivation atmosphere of Da Luozong, although there are few people who are addicted to her beauty, but in ordinary fights, no one has ever dealt with her so cruelly.

Moreover, the previous punch just passed her towering body.

"lecher!"

Meng Lingxiu blushed, spit secretly, turned around and got off the ring.

"Next! Outer disciple Li Yi, please come to the stage!"

The deacon floated back to the table outside the ring, and shouted loudly again.

With two crushing battles ahead, the next challengers basically chose to admit defeat.

Even in the follow-up, no one dared to challenge on stage.

Jiang Heng looked at the deacon outside the ring.

"Since there is no one to challenge, then I declare that Jiang Heng will be the second challenger! At noon tomorrow, you can come here to challenge the leader Pu Xingyu."

After Jiang Heng stepped down, other people continued to step up to challenge.

In fact, some people don't necessarily rush to challenge the master, but just want to increase their combat experience, or show their faces in front of everyone, and show their strength.

after all.

Apart from the annual Zongmen Grand Competition, the duel ring can be regarded as a major event of the Zongmen. The daily duels attract the attention of many people.

After leaving the arena, Jiang Heng returned to his small courtyard to practice.

……

In a luxurious and spacious palace.

On the high platform in the middle, a middle-aged man in black sat cross-legged.

His breathing was slow and sometimes rapid, and the air in the hall kept stirring with his breathing.

A majestic and terrifying aura lingered around him.

a long time.

He stopped practicing, and the air gradually calmed down.

"Come in!"

He still closed his eyes slightly, as if he was resting, but he said leisurely.

A middle-aged man pushed the door open, walked down the steps with his head down, and bowed.

"Elder Sun! It's about Jiang Wenjing's son, Jiang Heng."