In the golden building.
So quiet you can hear a pin drop.
Everyone looked at the one hanging on the wall and the other hanging on the beam.
It can be said that at that moment, except for the Huajin masters present, who had amazing eyesight, they could see what was going on.
Other junior disciples such as Ye Wen, Wu Zhongsu, Gong Er, Ma San, Wang Fengxiang and other major sects did not see clearly what happened just now.
Zhao Xinchuan was still worried about Chen Xixiang before his master Peng Ganwu and his junior brother Peng Qizi stepped forward.
The last time he met Chen Zhenren, he was still in the Danjin realm and saved himself from Cheng Lishan and Ma Vince.
He can indeed be regarded as one of the leading masters in the world.
After all, there are not many people in this martial arts world who can achieve Dan Jin cultivation. Anyone who has Dan Jin cultivation is qualified to become the ancestor of a sect and establish a sect.
But because it was the junior brother and the master who took action at the same time, especially his junior brother is a rare talent for the fifth and sixth generations of the Peng family. He can even be said to have surpassed Peng Xiaowen, the founder of the Peng family's Tai Chi, and achieved Dan Jinbi. The major boxing champions in the north and south are still young.
If the two of them come together, I'm afraid Chen Xixiang won't...
Unexpectedly, in the next moment, he saw that in front of Zhenren Chen, his master and junior brother were just the result of each other raising his hand, and they flew out like cannonballs.
"This cultivation level..."
Chen Wuhou's expression changed drastically.
As the son of Yang Luchan.
Young Master Yang's eyes were filled with severe shock.
"Look at Hua Jin like a pig or dog, look at Dan Jin like a child..."
On the wall, Peng Xiaowen coughed violently and pulled himself out of the wall, but he suddenly fell to the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of blood clots, his eyes full of panic and fear:
"this……"
He couldn't believe it until he died.
The cultivation level of the strong Taoist this year is actually so shocking.
Peng Qizi, who was on the beam, also slowly fell down from the beam, but his face was numb and disgraced, and he sat on the ground like a zombie.
Chen Xixiang glanced at the remaining seventeen martial arts sects and moved his lips slightly:
"People from Tai Chi Sect, please stand up."
call!
Chen Wuhou and Young Master Yang stood up, and they could see strong dissatisfaction in each other's expressions, but more importantly, they had a gloomy look on their faces when Chen Xixiang called him to step forward.
Watching these two people stand up.
Chen Xixiang continued to look at the others and said:
"Except for those from the Taiji Sect, everyone else can come up. Today, the grudge between the north and the south will be wiped out."
He seemed to be whispering with his lips.
"Pindao's words came first. Today is the choice that Pindao gives you. Today's fight between Pindao and you. If you accept them one by one, it will be equivalent to agreeing in front of Pindao to end all the conflicts in the North and South martial arts. , let bygones be bygones."
"So I want everyone to come forward quickly now. If after today, no one will mention the grievances between the North and the South in the martial arts world, then don't blame Pindao for visiting you personally and talking to you."
"Those who want to stand up should do so now."
But the many people who fell on the scene, the martial arts masters from the north and south of Jinlou, and the heroes all over the world, were like thunder in their ears.
Really...
The Taoist's idle words are like hearing thunder.
At this time, except for Yang Shaomen's leader and Chen Wuhou of Chen Family Tai Chi, all the other masters sitting on the twenty-one seats stood up silently.
Among these people are...
The southern heroes Huang Feihong, Liang Kun, Mr. Zan, Su Can, Wan Laisheng, Chen Huashun, Yangtze River hero Lu Zijian and other southern boxing masters from the Qinghong gang.
Among the Northern Heroes are Liu Baiyuan, the Wudang Sword Immortal, Zhang Ce, the Arm King, Shi Zhitong, the Arhat Boxer from Songshan Shaolin, Wang Ziping, the Divine Power, Han Muxia and others.
Gong Baotian, Li Cunyi and others also looked at the others silently.
It can be said that this golden building already includes the six major boxing champions in the world, except for Sun Lutang and Li Shuwen.
Hong Kong boxing champion Liang Kun, Five Elements boxing champion Lui Zijian, Wing Chun boxing champion Liang Zan, Arm king Chuck Ce, Xingyi boxing champion Li Cunyi, Bagua boxing champion Gong Baotian.
The six greatest boxing champions in the world.
The six greatest alchemy masters in the world.
In addition, there are also the Dan Jin and Hua Jin from various sects.
Wan Laisheng stared at Chen Xixiang and said slowly:
"Zhenren Chen, let us see together today whether you have reached the realm of an immortal or a Buddha."
The Arm King took a deep breath and stepped out with his hands behind his back:
"When Sun Lutang cultivated Gang Jin, he took the initiative to invite Brother Cunyi, Brother Baotian, me, and two other friends. A total of five Dan Jin besieged him. He won, but it was difficult."
"Today, if you really do it, let alone integrating the northern and southern martial arts, Sun Lutang's number one martial arts title will be given to you."
Chen Xixiang lowered his hands and stood on the opposite side of the seat. His face remained motionless as he swept away one by one:
"Is there any more?"
Chen Xixiang finished speaking.
More than a dozen martial arts heroes from the north and south from outside the seats stood out in the golden building.
Their eyes were all red, filled with gloom and anger.
Although they are not qualified to sit in the twenty-one seats, they are still heroes from the north and south who have hatred and grievances.
"Zhenren Chen, if you can really bear all our grudges today, then I, Huo Huatian, promise that I will never mention my revenge from now on!"
"To take on the grievances of everyone in the martial arts world in the north and south, to put it nicely, it depends on how good you are!"
Chen Xixiang did not answer, but moved his broad-sleeved robe and continued to ask in a deep voice:
"Is there any more?"
"have!"
"I'm coming too!"
A few more people rushed out of the crowd.
Above the second floor.
Ip Man and Wu Zhongsu looked pale and looked at the people coming out of the audience with shock on their faces:
"Is this really something you can afford?"
Wu Zhongsu said with a dry throat:
“If you want to accomplish great things that will last forever, you must be able to do what others cannot and convince everyone.”
Gong Er looked at the Taoist man in wide robes standing in the middle of the golden building infatuatedly from behind the screen, and thought to himself:
"You have become today. From now on, you will not only be a hero in my heart every day, but also a peerless true man who must be respected and admired by martial arts circles all over the world."
In an instant, the Jinlou hall was vacated by dozens of feet.
Including nearly 80% of the people from the Northern and Southern Martial Arts Circles, they all walked towards the broad-robed Taoist with his hands hanging down.
Various temperaments, various clothing, various ages...
Ming Jin, Dark Jin, Hua Jin, Dan Jin...
More than fifty people!
Wan Lai stepped out in a deep voice:
"excuse me!"
In an instant, more than fifty people were moving together.
Boom!
The bluestones and wooden boards in the golden building quickly collapsed piece by piece, with spider web-like traces spreading out like lightning.
As soon as Wan Laisheng made a move, his entire body was gone.
Chen Xixiang's eyes were calm and he caught Wan Laisheng's figure at a glance, but he noticed the strange figure and artistic conception in the opponent's movements.
It seemed that at this moment, he was separated from the more than fifty people, and also separated from the environment of the Golden Tower.
It was as if the world was a silent picture in which he was the only trace of movement.
This is a performance that is almost at its peak.
But there was no sound under his feet and no trace of his moves.
Just when his hands were like claws and his body was like a ghost, he was about to touch the Taoist robe in front of Chen Xixiang.
Wan Laisheng suddenly burst into a thunderous sound in his heart:
"You have practiced the Elegant Bird Step of the Natural Sect to such a state, 'everything is silent and the birds are silent'. You are worthy of being the proud disciple of Du Xinwu, one of the five great masters, and worthy of your name. Unfortunately, the movements are still too slow. .”
"What?" Wan Lai's voice trembled with fear.
At the next moment, he saw Chen Xixiang's face looking down. In an instant, the other person's body had grown several times taller, like a god.
He slapped it with a palm, his fingers were like mountains,
The yin and yang of strength surges, more like a Tai Chi diagram, covering all directions.
boom!
Under the palm of Ben Leijian.
Click.
Wan Laisheng's chest deflated by an inch, and a huge force was blasted in. His facial features protruded ferociously, and his veins popped out:
"ah!"
There was a miserable howl, and in another moment, the person was smashed and flew out!
Chen Xixiang slapped Wan Lai with his palm and stepped forward with an expressionless face. In a flash of lightning, he was hit by Huang Feihong's Foshan shadowless kick.
clang!
One hand grabbed the opponent's leg.
This moment.
Huang Feihong felt like a bolt from the blue.
Just touching Chen Xixiang's hand, he seemed to feel that he was grabbed by an unparalleled madman for seven inches. The strong wind tearing out from between Chen Xixiang's skin made him understand in an instant that Chen Xixiang was taller than him. realm.
However, the next breath came.
Chen Xixiang grabbed Huang Feihong's leg.
Progress, raise your shoulders, pad your elbows...
Crash away!
boom!
The air in the golden building whimpered, as if the air had been torn into pieces!
In a sharp whistling sound!
With one stroke, the world's leg king was sent flying across the air, smashing eleven chairs in a row!
Two masters of alchemy, figures who are as good as boxing champions in the world.
Actually, he is still just...like a chicken and a dog.
"It's not just Gang Jin... it's definitely not just Gang Jin!!"
Huang Feihong clutched his chest, his face was as transparent as paper, his mind was in a turmoil, and he stared blankly at the peerless Taoist who kept flying away the world's masters like a child.
boom! ! !
The air waves spread in all directions!
Even when more than fifty martial arts masters from all over the world came to attack, Chen Xixiang just waved his sleeves and used the Tai Chi diagram to defeat all the masters in the world!
boom!
Master Zan's clothes were torn, and he was pushed into the middle palace by Chen Xixiang's kick. He hit him with a snake-shaped shoulder and flew away!
Click!
Chen Xixiang stretched his sleeves, pushed out with one hand, suddenly clenched his fist, and rushed directly in front of the five people with a huge pressure.
Come with a bang!
"ah!"
boom! boom! boom! boom! !
Chen Xixiang stepped forward and blasted out, causing four more people to fly out.
call! !
Another person comes with Hong Fist.
Chen Xixiang's eyes opened and closed, and he took a step forward. His fingers were covered like a futon, and when he touched them, he immediately screamed in pain and his arms dropped.
call!
He directly pinched the opponent's face, and with a sudden force, he lifted up the face and head and threw them away.
"Ahh..."
"ah!"
Except for the screams and the roar of flying air.
There was no one in the lobby on the first floor of the Golden Building. They all ran up to the second floor the moment Wan Laisheng flew out at the first moment.
"ah!"
A woman screamed in surprise, and a person who was half a piece of rag was knocked straight up from the first floor.
Immediately afterwards, hundreds of guests from Jinlou, junior martial arts students from the north and south, and people from all three religions and nine schools looked at each other, and saw individual figures flying in all directions like snowflakes wherever the Taoist passed by, accompanied by screams.
on the street.
Pedestrians from all walks of life looked up in shock.
Listening to the terrifying movements in the golden building.
Click~~
The wooden door burst open, and Chen Huashun flew out with his face covered in blood. He smashed the door open, sawdust flying everywhere, and he lay directly on the street, vomiting blood and coughing.
Turning back to look inside the Jinlou, his eyes were full of horror:
"This man has surpassed Sun Lutang and entered the incredible realm of boxing. He is neither a god nor an immortal!"
Not only are the incredible boxing skills and the "Tai Chi" fist seals that are strong and soft, but what is even more terrifying is his physical strength, which is like being possessed by gods and demons.
Sun Lutang only hit five elixirs in a row before he was exhausted.
This Taoist seems to not know how to write the word "tired".
The strength of his body is as endless as mountains, lakes and seas!
boom!
There was another whoosh of air as a figure smashed through the door.
Chen Huashun looked up and saw the old beggar Su Can, coughing so loudly that one of his ribs was broken. He looked at him with shock and numbness in his eyes.
Only the power of gods is infinite.
It's time for such a person to become an immortal, so why do he still stay in the human world?
