"joke."
"Why should I go back on my word after dealing with you, an ant?"
Xuanyuan Xuanling looked indifferent and punched out as well.
But the next moment, his expression suddenly changed.
He only felt a crushing momentum, like a torrential flood, flowing continuously from the opponent's arm.
boom!
There was a loud bang.
The terrifying power made the entire arena tremble.
Xuanyuan Xuanling groaned and took two steps back.
Every step he takes leaves a deep footprint on the ring.
The yellow-faced boy, on the other hand, maintained his punching posture, his body motionless like a javelin.
"Holy shit!"
"Did I read that correctly?"
"Xuanyuan Xuanling... was actually repelled?"
The cultivator who looked excited just now suddenly looked dull.
Even the masters from the eight major families and the twelve sects were full of surprise.
Everyone thought that Xuanyuan Xuanling could easily defeat a cultivator of the fifth level of the True God.
Even if Xuanyuan Xuanling takes the initiative to suppress his cultivation, the yellow-faced boy is no match.
However.
No one expected it.
Xuanyuan Xuanling was actually repelled by the opponent.
"Careless."
"Xuanyuan Xuanling must have been careless, otherwise how could he have been repelled by that kid?"
"Yes, that bastard dared to sneak attack?"
After a brief silence, the crowd shouted.
"wrong."
"This man's body is actually stronger than mine."
"Is it possible that he is a practitioner of the Primordial Stream?"
Jiang Shan's eyes narrowed and he said in disbelief.
At the same time, on the stage.
Xuanyuan Xuanling looked at the twisted palm and was slightly shocked.
What a terrifying power.
This yellow-faced boy's body is actually stronger than Shen Chenfeng.
"Xuanyuan Xuanling, does he only have this little strength?"
"If I am an ant, who are you?"
"Even worse than an ant?"
Shen Chenfeng retracted his fist with a smile on his face.
But there was no smile in his eyes, instead they were full of cruelty.
"Your body is indeed strong."
"Is this what you rely on?"
Xuanyuan Xuanling was not angry, he casually made a magic formula, and the light flashed in his palm.
The twisted palm instantly returned to its original state.
"Isn't it enough to deal with you?"
Shen Chenfeng's expression was cold and his voice was filled with arrogance.
"Of course not enough."
"Do you think you are the only one who is physically strong?"
Xuanyuan Xuanling roared angrily, and his whole body glowed with light.
A figure with three heads and eight arms, like a god, suddenly appeared.
"Xuanyuan Battle Body!"
"The eight-armed Xuanyuan is unparalleled in the world."
"Kill him and let him know the majesty of Xuanyuan's battle body."
Seeing that mighty and unyielding figure, the crowd shouted wildly.
"die!"
Xuanyuan Xuanling roared and waved his eight arms in unison.
That terrifying power was like a meteorite falling from the sky, unstoppable.
Shen Chenfeng clasped his hands behind his back, with a meaningful smile on his face.
Then he took a step forward, without dodging or avoiding, and actually took the initiative to meet him.
With his flesh and blood body, he faced Xuanyuan Xuanling's attack.
"Holy shit!"
"This kid, what does he want to do?"
"Do you want to seek death?"
Seeing this scene, the crowd's eyes widened instantly.
But the expected scene of blood and flesh flying around did not appear.
Bang bang bang!
The terrifying fist roared and hit the yellow-faced boy, as if hitting a wall, making a series of dull sounds.
For a moment, everyone's hearts trembled.
Even Xuanyuan Zheji stood up from his seat in shock.
Blocked.
The yellow-faced boy actually blocked Xuanyuan Xuanling's attack with his flesh and blood.
"you?"
Xuanyuan Xuanling's heart trembled slightly, and the expression on his face was one of surprise and uncertainty.
Although he deliberately suppressed his cultivation, his Xuanyuan battle body was not affected.
With one punch, even Jian Wuhen will be defeated.
But this yellow-faced boy, who was only at the fifth level of the True God, blocked his attack easily.
"What are you?"
"The dignified Holy Son Xuanyuan, does he only have this much strength?"
Shen Chenfeng had a stern look on his face, and then he grabbed one of Xuanyuan Xuanling's arms and broke it outward with force.
Click!
The thick arm, like paper, was torn off by the young man.
"With your little strength, do you deserve to be called the Holy Son?"
Click!
Shen Chenfeng waved his hand and broke one of the arms again.
"I really don't know where you got the courage to call yourself the number one genius at China Academy?"
"You want Dean Gu to persuade you personally?"
"I bother!"
"You are worthy of a waste like you?"
Click, click, click!
Shen Chenfeng moved his palm like the wind and tore off all eight of Xuanyuan Xuanling's arms in the blink of an eye.
"How can this be?"
"Xuanyuan Xuanling is not his opponent?"
"Did I read that correctly?"
"Who is this person? His body is so strong?"
The surrounding cultivators were now in chaos.
I thought it was just a battle without any suspense, but no one expected that it would turn out like this.
Xuanyuan Xuanling was actually no match.
"You brat, have you had enough trouble with me?"
Listening to the discussions around him, Xuanyuan Xuanling was furious in his heart.
He roared, his whole body flashed with light, and his eight arms actually grew back.
Then, he waved his arms.
Thirty-three treasures soared into the sky, gathered together, and turned into a huge fist, as if they were going to pierce the world.
"This is?"
"The Thirty-three-day Divine Fist of Creation!"
"This is the secret knowledge of the ancient heaven, the God of Creation."
"I really didn't expect that Xuanyuan Xuanling would actually hide something."
Feeling the terrifying power, everyone couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.
However, Shen Chenfeng sneered.
Although the Thirty-Three Heavenly Creation Divine Fist is indeed terrifyingly powerful, Xuanyuan Xuanling deliberately lowered his cultivation level and was unable to exert the true power of this fist.
Now the power of this punch is only the power of the twenty-three secrets, and even his body cannot break it.
"Far from enough."
"Xuanyuan Xuanling, today I will completely beat you, the number one genius of Shenzhou Academy, back to your original form."
Shen Chenfeng shouted loudly and punched out suddenly.
Boom!
Under everyone's horrified gaze, the fist made of thirty-three treasures was shattered by his punch.
"How can this be?"
Xuanyuan Xuanling's pupils shrank sharply, and his heart palpitated.
Although he deliberately lowered his cultivation level and was unable to exert the full power of the Thirty-Three Heavenly Creation Divine Fist, it was still extremely powerful.
Moreover, it contains the way of creation.
But this unique skill of the God of Creation was actually blasted by the yellow-faced boy with a punch.
How could his body be so strong?
at the same time.
The powerful men from the eight aristocratic families and the twelve sects all stood up from their seats.
Even the Lord of Panlong City had a serious look on his face.
"What a strong body."
"At a young age, you can cultivate your body to the third level of Taoism."
"Who is this person?"
