Guan Ziqi's muscles were very scary. When she was lucky, the air pockets would wander around, just like live mice swimming around inside.

This also indirectly illustrates the terrifying nature of Guan Ziqi’s body.

But Feng Hao didn’t seem to care at all. How serious is this?

Guan Ziqi was despised by Feng Hao and ran away at that time. He strode into a horse stance and stepped into the stone bricks with both legs.

He hammered his chest twice and said loudly: "Come on, use your fist style to make me collapse on the bed and see..."

"Haha, don't So, if Feng Keqing fails to do it, wouldn’t you slap him in the face?”

“Haha, that’s interesting!”

The disciples of the Martial God Sect who were watching Everyone laughed immediately.

They all felt that Feng Hao’s bullshit was blown up to the sky, how could he still fight?

Even if Xuan Tianji, the great elder of the outer sect, takes action, he may not be able to paralyze the person with just the wind of his fist...

The leader of the Martial God Sect watched intently.

He knows Feng Hao somewhat, and he is not a big talker.

The methods that Feng Hao showed in front of him before turned corruption into magic. Based on this, Feng Hao was absolutely extraordinary.

Yang Jian and the big black dog turned around and covered their eyes, fearing that they would see a bloody scene later.

Faced with the ridicule from the disciples of the Martial God Sect, Feng Hao just smiled lightly and said: "The frog at the bottom of the well."

Wow!

As soon as the words fell to the ground, Feng Hao rushed over directly, showing his right unicorn arm, and the air was distorted by the hammer.

Whoosh!

At that moment, the eyes of the leader of the Martial God Sect were twitching wildly, and several elders even opened their mouths wide enough to stuff a duck egg into their mouths.

This punch seems to be really something.

Guan Ziqi was still sneering, but when Feng Hao punched him, he felt as if the world had collapsed.

Before the punch could reach him, he found that the only pants he had on were blown to pieces by the strong wind.

Only the pair of underwear is left.

Feng Hao’s fist approached again, and the air was compressed to the extreme.

"How is it possible..."

Guan Ziqi's heart was pounding at that time, and she was about to learn to meow. She was so frightened that her liver and gallbladder were split, and she just wanted to pull her legs away from her. I pulled it out from the cracks in the stone bricks, but found it was too late...

Buzz!

Feng Hao’s fist hovered directly in front of Guan Ziqi’s head.

But the strong wind made everyone vaguely see that Guan Ziqi's soul seemed to have been blown away.

Behind Guan Ziqi, the floor tiles shattered into debris in a straight line.

Poof!

But Guan Ziqi opened his mouth and spit out blood. At that moment, he felt Feng Hao's fist wind, like a sacred mountain hitting him.

The internal organs seemed to have been displaced.

His underwear was blown to pieces by the strong wind, and his crotch felt cold. Then he collapsed to the ground with a plop.

　"..."

　Silence, deathly silence.

The disciple of the Wushen Sect who originally laughed at Feng Hao had a stiff expression, as if he had eaten thousands of piles of fly shit.

They were stunned.

Originally they thought Feng Hao was bragging, but Guan Ziqi, a fourth-level martial arts master, was still a physically powerful master.

There are only a hundred or so disciples in the entire Martial God Sect who are ranked in the fourth rank of the Martial Sect.

But now, he was really beaten down by Feng Hao's punch, like a puddle of mud.

Xuan Tianji went up to investigate, and was shocked: "The internal organs have shifted, and I will have to lie on the bed for at least half a year..."

"Wow!"

There was an uproar in the crowd, and the disciples of the Wushen Sect who had originally laughed at Feng Hao wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

I can’t afford it, I can’t afford it!

"In his right hand, there is a power that is not inferior to the second-grade Martial Emperor..."

The leader of the Martial God Sect made a judgment.

No wonder he couldn’t see Feng Hao’s cultivation. He turned out to be a warrior with a gifted magical power in his right hand, which was pretty good.

Barely able to participate in the peripheral competition of the Forgotten City.

“Give him the quota!”

The leader of the Martial God Sect sent a message to Xuan Tianji. After all, with Feng Hao’s innate magical power, it seems that those fourth-level Martial Sects can’t do anything to him. .

Unless the elders of the inner sect take action, Feng Hao can be suppressed.

Xuan Tianji didn’t expect Feng Hao to be so aggressive. He coughed twice to resolve the embarrassment and said seriously: "Guan Ziqi failed in the challenge, but who else can challenge?"

Wow!

The disciples of the outer sect of Wushen Sect immediately retreatedHe took several steps back.

Even Guan Ziqi of the Fourth Rank Wuzong was paralyzed by the wind of fists. No matter how defiant their disciples were, they would not dare to go up and kill people again...

"I didn't expect Feng Haoran to be so powerful?"

"He should be a strange person. The fist in his right hand is very scary. It is also possible that the country injected a drop of the blood of Lord Shura into his right hand..."< br />
The members of the Dragon Group were shocked.

What Feng Hao did just now was really scary. When he punched out, the air was compressed, like a car honking.

“This Feng Haoran from China is too scary, Vladimir, didn’t you say you wanted to suck his blood?”

The foreign strongman looked at Vladimir Kimil.

“Fuck, I’m your aunt, and I have Ofbitchi!”

Vladimir was furious at that time. This is not pushing him away. To the opposite of Feng Hao?

I didn’t see Feng Haoran’s boxing style paralyzing the powerful martial arts expert. It was obviously not difficult to deal with him.

"Stop arguing, we are all elites in the league, and cultivation is the kingly way. Didn't you hear them say that opportunities are endless now? Seize them... we say the strongest."
< br />The powerful men from several countries have formed an alliance, as if they were born incompatible with China.

During the alliance, they didn’t even say hello to the Chinese Dragon Team.

　……

“Is there no one left?”

Xuan Tianji was a little disappointed. He wanted to see Feng Hao’s boxing style more. How to sweep away those elite inner sect disciples.

It’s a pity that no one stepped forward, as they seemed to be afraid of Feng Hao’s cultivation.

But Xuan Tianji felt that Feng Hao could only use this style of fist once or twice without the support of his cultivation.

Maybe it won’t work the third time.

Actually... most people have the same idea as Xuan Tianji, but no one is willing to be the second person.

Even if Feng Hao’s boxing style weakened the second time he used it, the second person who challenged him would be paralyzed for at least three months.

It’s a big loss, okay?

So most of the disciples of the Martial God Sect dispersed, fearing that they would be embarrassed.

"Since there is no one, the quota will be regarded as Feng Haoran's..."

Dogs are happyThe pair fist bumped happily.

As long as Feng Hao is here, they don’t have to worry about their lives even if their cultivation level is not high enough. Feng Emperor will definitely protect them.

At the same time, because of the strength Feng Hao showed this time, the disciples of the Wushen Sect saw him and called him "Feng Keqing" very politely.

Three days later, the head of the Martial God Sect and the first and second elders of the inner sect appeared at the gate of the mountain, intending to go to the ruins of the Forgotten City of the Great Xia Empire.