After confirming the identity of 'Xiao Nu', he suppressed the instinct of breaking the news in his heart.
Peng Tuishan's second thought was to fight against Ke Xiaoliang.
Xiao Nu is known as the Supreme Martial Lord, and it is true that he once dominated an era.
But Peng Tuishan is not a warrior in the world of high martial arts. He does not have that kind of superstition and worship.
Although he was shocked by Xiao Nu's identity, he was not bound by this identity and name.
"Are you Xiao Nu?"
"Jue Wu Zun Xiao Nu!" Peng Tuishan looked at Ke Xiaoliang, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.
Much luckier than Su Wenhai, Peng Tuishan has no restrictions on what he can do.
As long as it does not violate the overall level of moral chivalry and cannot be ignored when it comes to food... then he does not violate the current identity setting.
Ke Xiaoliang put down the white porcelain bowl in his hand. The warm fish soup was fragrant and delicious, with a milky white color.
Crush the tofu in the bowl with chopsticks, then take another sip of fish soup.
The tofu slides into your mouth along with the fish soup, bringing a different kind of satisfaction.
The light fishy smell turned into a strange fish aroma after simple cooking. The softness and tenderness of the tofu made people couldn't help but lick their lips a few more times.
Peng Tuishan, who was originally very energetic, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva subconsciously.
Tears flowed out of the corner of his mouth unsatisfactorily.
Shame on you!
Peng Tuishan felt that his face could not be put aside.
"I've heard the name of Jue Martial Master Xiao Nu for a long time. Today I, Wei Songlai, am going to challenge you, Jue Martial Master. I hope you'll give me some advice..." Peng Tuishan spat out his saliva and looked straight into the increasingly scarce soup pot. .
Although Ke Xiaoliang drank the soup in a gentle manner, Yang Zhenzhen was not polite.
Holding a big bowl, it's 'Gulu', 'Gulu' and 'Gulu'.
There seemed to be a giant gluttonous beast hidden in Cherry's little mouth, and most of the small pot of fish soup actually went into her mouth.
Peng Tuishan couldn't bear it anymore.
He said: "Your Excellency did not say anything, so I will forgive my offence!"
After saying that, he clapped his palms, his hands turned jade-colored, and used an iron palm move.
This was not Wei Songlai's original skill, but Peng Tuishan's personal martial arts skill.
He just borrowed Wei Songlai's cultivation, and he seemed to trust his own abilities more.
Different from the practice world that Ke Xiaoliang is in now, martial arts in the Baotong world...especially martial arts with relatively high general value, are particularly marketable.
Of course, the term universality is a fig leaf. Just like many people learn English, how many people can use it when going abroad?
The real reason is that the resources in the Baotong world are limited. Among them, practicing martial arts... following the martial arts path consumes less mineral resources and non-renewable resources.
However... this is only a one-sided discussion.
There is also a large amount of martial arts practice, which consumes far more resources than ordinary monk practice.
With tears streaming from the corners of his mouth, Peng Tuishan's eyes widened and he took eight steps. He was clearly stepping on the void, but it was as if he was standing on thick ground, and his lower body was extremely stable.
The other party slapped him with a palm, and Ke Xiaoliang naturally felt the other party's determination.
An overwhelming aura of violence hit his face, as if a jade mountain was collapsing directly in front of him at this moment. The strength of the broken warrior showed its value at this moment.
Unlike the Supreme Grand Master, Grand Master, and Grandmaster-level warriors who frequently shake the world and mobilize the energy of the world to attack, the Shatter-level warriors condense all their power into one point, which seems to be closer to the fighting of ordinary warriors in the world.
In fact, it is a return to nature.
Between the vibrations of fists and feet, there is great power to tear apart the void.
Facing this sudden blow, Ke Xiaoliang held the porcelain bowl in one hand and waved his sleeves.
A strong wind was thrown out.
Snapped!
The encounter between Zhang Zhang and Xiu Feng was like two peerless weapons colliding and intersecting in the middle of the river.
"Ah...he!" Peng Tuishan roared loudly.
In the roar, all the energy in his body, including his blood, nutrition, and spirit, were poured into his pair of jade palms.
This palm continued and actually tore a sleeve that Ke Xiaoliang threw out casually.
"Interesting! Is this because the resources are not enough, so we are focusing on doing big things?"
"Martial arts has gone astray like this. It is not about overall improvement, but about highlighting the strength of a certain part or part. When driven by martial arts, it is actually possible to pour all resources into fists, feet, and even muscle power. , and also completed this kind of penetration. This kind of penetration... is integrated with the strength of the whole body. Every muscle can explode with full strength, but it is different." Ke Xiaoliang read Peng Tuishan's palm .
Then he picked up a chopstick in his hand, used the chopstick as a sword, and stabbed out with the sword.
Facing Ke Xiaoliang's casual thrust of the sword, Peng Tuishan felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He suddenly clapped his hands together like a boy worshiping Buddha, but he accurately caught the thrust of Ke Xiaoliang's sword between his palms.
However, Peng Tuishan underestimated Ke Xiaoliang's seemingly random sword strike.
The fragile bamboo chopsticks contain hundreds of sword energy with different attributes. These strengths maintain balance under the control of Ke Xiaoliang.
When Peng Tuishan clamped his hands, the balance was broken.
So...in an instant, thousands of sword energies with different attributes, different concepts, different tendencies, and different qualities erupted at the same time.
Peng Tuishan's expression changed drastically.
Although his hands are still jade-colored.
But you can already see the cracks that are spreading.
In an instant, his hands seemed to have experienced thousands of years of weathering.
"drink!"
With a loud shout, Peng Tuishan's normal-sized palms suddenly became filled with blood and swelled to the size of cattail leaf fans. The crisscrossing palm lines were like the patterns on hard marble.
He actually moved the positions of muscles and bones, filling a large number of bones and muscles into his hands. He used his hard muscles and bones to resist the explosion of complex sword energy.
"What a pair of iron palms! It's amazing!" Ke Xiaoliang let go of his hand and let the chopstick be pinched away by Peng Tuishan.
This seems to be a small win for Peng Tuishan.
But Peng Tuishan stood stiffly on the spot. Three feet in front of him was 'Xiao Nu'.
But he couldn't take another small step forward.
"What a... what a... Jue Wu Zun! Xiao Nu!" Peng Tuishan said while vomiting blood.
"But...I don't accept it! All four of them have spread rumors that you, the Supreme Martial Master, have unparalleled talents. You use the opponent's best techniques to kill and defeat the enemy, and then use the opponent's martial arts to create new ones and surpass them. Go up. I am convinced that I will defeat the opponent... now... I am not convinced!" Peng Tuishan continued.
Ke Xiaoliang took a small step back, two meters away from Peng Tuishan.
Then he slid out his long sleeves with one palm.
There was nothing unusual about the slender, white palm, and it seemed no different from the scholar's hand.
But it was such a gentle push from one hand.
For an instant, in Peng Tuishan's eyes, the person 'Xiao Nu' in front of him disappeared.
The only real thing is that hand.
It's as if that hand is the real body of 'Xiao Nu', and the rest... are just cumbersome additions.
