221: C221 Park Yuzhen

C221 Park Yuzhen

1The whole place was dead silent. Everyone could not help but be astounded as they looked at the old man.

The old man had already passed sixty years of age. The strength of his fist was like the strength of a breeze, yet it possessed such a shocking strength.

Beside Chen Yi, Lu Qingshu, Tang Linyu, and the others were all stunned by what they saw.

Chen Yi, on the other hand, had an indifferent expression as he looked at the old man.

The old man had trained in techniques, not in the form of absolute Gang Qis.

Releasing strength, borrowing strength, storing strength!

The power of Guo Loongjin's first punch had been used by the old man by rolling and dispelling strength. The second punch used Guo Loongjin's fist to combine with his own fist's power.

It could be said that the old man's second punch was as gentle as the wind, but it contained the power of Guo Loongjin's punch and the old man's soft power.

If one were to say that Guo Loongjin's martial art was indestructible, the technique that the old man grasped was to use softness to break through toughness.

Since Chen Yi had recovered his memories, he had fought many Grandmasters. However, this old man was the first one to train his strength, strength, and reserves to such a high level.

"Lv family!" Chen Yi looked at Lu Fengjiang. He seemed to have remembered something.

He had been to the beach 103 years ago. It was a time of war and wars. All the warlords had been stationed on the beach.

There was a competition that seemed to be called the Martial Emperor Arena, and one of them had crushed the experts of the various countries with absolute strength. It was quite interesting.

Although this old man had mastered the soft technique, the details of his attacks were somewhat similar to the person from back then.

The two of them were not the same person. Chen Yi could clearly distinguish this point.

"That person's surname seems to be Lu, right?" Chen Yi laughed.

The old man had defeated Guo Loongjin, who was famous in Xiaoxiang, with just one strike. All the big shots were shocked.

Wang Leepeng was even more furious. He looked at Guo Loongjin, who was heavily injured and fell on the arena, and cursed in a low voice, "Trash!"

Lu Fengjiang looked at Wang Leepeng and said with a calm expression, "Wang Leepeng, do you still want justice?"

Wang Leepeng's face was gloomy. He snorted and sat back down.

The old man smiled in the octagonal cage and turned to leave.

However, at this moment, a strong wind tore apart an octagonal cage from several meters away.

The old man's expression changed. He took a step and rolled out.

Even so, he was still hit by the force of the attack. His sleeves were torn.

The old man landed on the ground. His feet seemed to have a tremendous force, and he stomped on four or five pieces of cloth. His feet were full of cracks, and only then did he release the force of the attack.

"Sneak attack in secret. Do you still want face?" Even Lu Fengjiang couldn't help but stand up. His eyes were filled with anger.

The old man turned his head and saw a man in his fifties wearing white training clothes slowly withdrawing his feet.

"His reaction is pretty quick!" The middle-aged man's accent was stiff. He smiled and said, "It seems that you are the strongest person in this competition."

The old man's eyes focused. He slowly said, "What is the meaning of your rash action? Although it is a competition, such actions are too rude!"

"Rules!?" The person who came laughed loudly and said with a trace of disdain," The martial arts of China are still so pedantic. Martial arts are originally killing techniques. Killing techniques, how can we talk about rules!? "

He took a step and jumped high into the air. He landed on the octagonal cage and let out a dull rumbling sound.

His body was like a pine as he stood straight.

"Today, I have come to witness China's martial arts. China's martial arts have always been famous in the world. "I, Piao Yuzhen, am not convinced!"

"Martial arts are killing techniques. The winner is king. With you pedantic and conservative trash, you deserve to be called martial artists?"

Piao Yuzhen's words were arrogant. Just a few words had infuriated all the martial arts experts present.

"What did you say?!"

"A person from Silla, how dare you be so arrogant!"

"How dare you! I'm from Huaxia! "Martial arts is something you can comment on!?"

Many martial arts experts rose up one after another, unable to restrain their anger.

The old man's face revealed a cold light, "Piao Yuzhen, are you from the Piao family of Silla?"

"That's right, that's right!" Piao Yuzhen did not mind the angry shouts of the experts. He sneered and said, "I thought there would be some powerful people in the underground martial arts of the south of Huaxia. I never thought that trash like you would be able to occupy such a large area. It's really ridiculous!"

"If you want to use the martial arts of Silla, you can beat all of you a hundred times!"

The old man's eyes could not help but turn cold. Piao Yuzhen was too arrogant. He almost wanted to trample the martial arts of Jiangnan under his feet.

"Lv family, Feng Wen!"

He slowly opened his mouth, shook his injured arm, and slowly walked towards Piao Yuzhen.

"This old bone of mine will experience the martial arts of Silla!"

As he spoke, He walked slowly, as if he was taking a stroll in a courtyard.

Piao Yuzhen even laughed loudly. "Good!"

He looked at Feng Wen and stepped forward. His feet crossed and he appeared in front of Feng Wen in the blink of an eye.

His hand was like a knife, chopping down from top to bottom.

Feng Wen slowly took a step back to avoid this palm attack. A crack appeared on the arena floor.

However, before Feng Wen could recover from his shock, the palm strike swept out.

Bang!

That palm strike directly hit Feng Wen's face. The speed was too fast. Even Feng Wen didn't react in time.

In an instant, blood appeared on the stage.

Feng Wen's body flew to the side. He almost flew out of the edge of the octagonal cage. Only then did he support himself on the ground.

The entire ground couldn't help but sink under his palm. This was dispelling the force. It could be seen the power of Piao Yuzhen's casual palm.

Before Feng Wen could react, a white figure appeared in front of him.

Piao Yuzhen's kick was like a knife. It landed on Feng Wen's chest.

Boom!

With the force of his kick, almost all of Feng Wen's clothes were torn apart.

At the last moment, he crossed his arms in front of his chest. Even so, the bones in his arms were broken by the kick.

Feng Wen, who had shocked everyone earlier, flew out of the octagonal cage in the blink of an eye and even crashed into the audience. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

"Elder Feng!"

Lu Fengjiang's beautiful face turned pale. She immediately rushed towards Feng Wen's location.

Piao Yuzhen laughed and stood on the octagonal cage. "This is the martial arts of China. Hahaha, what a joke!"

"You don't deserve to be called warriors. You are just a bunch of trash!"

Piao Yuzhen's voice slowly spread. The martial artists under the big shots could not help but get angry.

"Don't be arrogant!"

"Attack!"

A Grandmaster attacked Piao Yuzhen.

Piao Yuzhen stood in the octagonal cage. The force of his punch was irresistible.

Boom!

A Martial Scholar's Stellar Energy was directly blasted apart, and he spat out blood as he was sent flying.

Even more martial artists and even three to five Martial Scholars rushed forward, but Piao Yuzhen's fists and feet were like shadows.

Bang, bang, bang...

In just a short span of twenty breaths, all around Piao Yuzhen were heavily injured Huaxia martial artists.

There was no lack of them. When everyone saw this result, their faces turned pale.

"Courting death!"

Finally, one of the big shots became angry. They were not kind people to begin with. Someone pulled out a gun and fired at Piao Yuzhen.

Bang!

With a gunshot, Piao Yuzhen's eyes were like thunder. He suddenly turned around and his body was upside down. He aimed his foot at the bullet and kicked.

Some people had not even seen clearly when Piao Yuzhen kicked the bullet back in its original direction.

The big shot who fired the shot screamed out in pain and collapsed on the ground. There was a bloody hole on his forehead and fresh blood. He twitched a few times and was no longer alive.

"Let me see, who died!?" Piao Yuzhen mocked. He raised his head and looked around at the underground overlords.

"Who else will come?"

Piao Yuzhen stood there proudly. He stood alone as if he wanted to suppress the entire south of Huaxia.

Yun Moxuan, Wang Leepeng, and the others all looked extremely upset, but they didn't dare to act rashly.

Feng Wen was seriously injured, and blood was flowing out of his mouth.

"Second Miss, do not attack him. He is... the Grandmaster of Silla!" Feng Wen said weakly.

The martial arts of Silla were different from Huaxia. The Genuine Qi was not exposed, but it was hidden in the bones and blood, the joints and the core of the body.

"Martial Grandmaster!?" Lu Fengjiang suddenly raised his head and looked at Piao Yuzhen, his eyes filled with fear.

Piao Yuzhen, on the other hand, was still extremely arrogant, standing on the octagonal cage and laughing out loud.

"What's wrong? None of you trash dare to fight anymore?"

"This, is worthy of being a martial artist!? No, China's martial arts is simply trash. In the future, how about calling it China's trash martial arts!"

"Does anyone else dare to come up and fight me? China doesn't have any powerhouses? "

One person was crazy, but he was so powerful. No matter how angry they were, they didn't dare to say a word.

However, at that moment, a faint voice sounded.

"A mere ant. He thinks that he has boundless strength just because he has picked up a feather!"

"What a joke!"

...... "You dare to insult China lightly? Even your ancestors wouldn't dare to do so here. Just based on you?"

Chen Yi slowly stood up in the audience.

His calm eyes had a hint of killing intent.

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