314: C314 A Piece of Trash That Can't be Won Even If He Vomits Blood

C314 A Piece of Trash That Can't be Won Even If He Vomits Blood

Transformation Stage was a forbidden and profound test that was not even possible for normal martial artists. Peeping into Transformation Stage was a blasphemy, a taboo — Divine State Country had always been lacking in information on the limits of a master's Transformation Stage.

But in the entire Water Star Banquet Hall, other than the ones who knew Pei Feng, all the other guests did not think much about the Transformation Stage Grandmaster, and treated him as a gifted youth, Half-step Grandmaster!

After all, he was so young, only sixteen or seventeen years old …

Grandmaster?

Heh heh, that's just a fantasy. It doesn't exist!

"..."

The power of Pei Feng's punch had truly shocked the entire audience, shocking everyone present.

Strength Tester, as the name implies, was an instrument used to test the strength of a person.

This Strength Tester was not as simple as twenty tons, it's base had a special design, its stability and grip on the ground were extremely strong, in fact, 10000 jin was the test pad's limit, he had to knock this Strength Tester down with a single punch …

The expressions of everyone present changed. Even the Patriarch of Su Family, Su Haoxiong, who was sitting not far away on the main table, stared unwaveringly at Pei Feng who was on the stage.

Su Haoxiong was not the only one. Almost all of the esteemed seniors in the hall stood up and stared coldly at Pei Feng on the stage.

The path of martial arts was vast and profound, the vast sea of qi was boundless, and a hundred flowers bloomed in unison as they competed for glory.

Strength was just an indispensable indicator in martial dao training, and not all of it.

But Pei Feng's punch... A talent so stunning that it could shake the hearts of people, it was definitely not a simple matter of how strong one's strength was!

Almost all the senior martial arts masters were thinking about the same question — whether the most outstanding young disciple in their own clan or sect could knock down that Strength Tester with a single punch.

Answer... Obviously not!

Pure and immense strength, in that split-second of astonishing speed, an almost terrifying explosive force and impact …

In the entire Divine State Country Martial Forest, all the sects, and even the younger generation, not a single person could hope to see this person!

Such a young genius, peerless monster, actually came from a small White Crane Sect?!

Such a punch, such power … It was very likely that even "Blind Crane" Xiao Changqing himself might not be able to perform it!

Also, White Crane Sect is obviously good at sword arts and not fist and palm techniques, so why is this young man called Pei Feng's palm technique so powerful and profound, as if it was the style of everyone?!

Most martial dao practitioners were intelligent, so how could they not understand the strangeness of this?

All of a sudden, countless pairs of eyes looked at Xiao Changqing. Doubt, suspicion, jealousy, envy, amazement, all of them were there.

"..."

The Strength Tester's collapse had directly destroyed the entire stage.

Beside the stage, Lu Wenloong's face was pale and he was confused.

It was as if there was a series of brilliant counter-dramas — this arrogant youth who had clashed with him by the pool and thought he could easily crush him with one hand, had exploded forward in a burst of coldness under the watchful eyes of the crowd, and had finally landed a "terrifying" punch … He directly crushed everyone and shocked everyone!

Wu Tie's hands and forehead were covered in sweat, and at this moment, he was very clear about one thing — — This White Crane Sect youth called Pei Feng … His strength was extraordinary; it was extremely strong! He was definitely the real Half-step Grandmaster!

How do I fight? If I add Su Yingjie, can I beat him?

How about... More people? Beat him up?

Just as he was thinking in his mind, suddenly, Su Yingjie's body trembled and a mouthful of blood sprayed out in an instant!

Under the gazes of everyone present, a mouthful of blood sprayed out. Su Yingjie's face instantly became as pale as golden paper. He could not even stand and fell onto the ground.

Su Yingjie used the "Burning Blood Technique" twice and even forcefully cast the third level, the "Burning Blood Technique" the second time. Su Yingjie was already exhausted and had reached the end of his strength …

When he saw Pei Feng's terrifying punch, he felt extremely humiliated and angry. Under the rage that he felt, his dantian's zhenqi was running amok, his meridians were torn, and his blood was gushing out, showing signs of Qi deviation!

"A loss is a loss, a loss to anger, a loss to the heart, spitting blood …" This is really the first time I've seen it. "

Not far away, Pei Feng's voice sounded faintly.

It was good that he didn't say anything. As soon as he spoke, another mist of blood gushed out. Su Yingjie's body shook and he fell face first onto the ground, fainting.

"Yingjie!"

"Second Brother!"

"Second Young Master Su!"

In the crowd, everyone from Su Family had rushed over, even Patriarch Su Haoxiong had rushed over.

"Carry him to the back hall and feed him the Nine Revolving Blood Pill!"

"Ah?" That... That Nine Revolving Blood Pill? But grandpa …

"Hurry up and go!"

Su Haoxiong's sudden thunderous roar was like the roar of a tiger or the roar of a dragon, causing the surrounding people's eardrums to buzz.

A few Su Family juniors were so scared that they didn't ask anymore. They lifted Su Yingjie and quickly ran towards the entrance of the Starlight Banquet on the water.

Looking at each other, Pei Feng's face was indifferent, Su Haoxiong's face was livid, his beard was tied, and his eyes were burning with anger.

"You saw it too. He vomited blood. I didn't touch him."

Pei Feng looked at Su Haoxiong, put his hands in his pockets, and slightly shrugged his shoulders.

Su Haoxiong didn't even blink his eyes as he stared at him. After a long while, he slowly nodded his head, and said word by word with a deep voice: "Very good, you're very good, and your White Crane Sect is also very good …"

"Disperse. You, announce the results."

The host tremblingly bowed: "Yes, Old Master Su."

Su Haoxiong didn't say anything else. He looked at Pei Feng deeply, flicked his sleeve, turned around and walked towards the main table.

Today was the purple-gold Su Family. Patriarch Su Haoxiong had already spoken, and the guests quickly dispersed, returning to their seats.

Su Yingjie forfeited. Six prizes, five participants, ranked high and low according to their final results.

Pei Feng had chosen the ancient bow of the Yuan Dynasty, and Hee Hua had chosen the piece of meteoric iron.

"..."

"Mr. Pei, this meteoric iron is so big and heavy, it's not easy to bring, how about... After the Annual Feast is over, I will follow you back to the Ninghai City.

Pei Feng glanced at Hee Hua, and didn't point her out. He replied indifferently, "Find me after Annual Feast. Let's go together."

"Okay, Mr. Pei!"

After the session of "Treasure Seizing" ended, they once again drew the top prize, and this time, the Su Family was about to come to an end.0

The one who spoke was actually not the head of the family, Su Haoxiong, but his second brother, Su Hao Feng.

Su Haoxiong, Lu Yifu and more than a dozen other elders of Martial Tao Realm were no longer present and had already left the stage.

After the speech ended, the Annual Feast ended. Liu Tie originally wanted to leave early, but he didn't expect Wei Zixuan, Han Shuang'er, Guan Haoyu, and Hee Hua to all walk over together.

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