Chapter 101 Clap the Mountain

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Mu Zifeng's behavior obviously told everyone that his feud with Mu Gang and Ling Ge could not be resolved. Even if their master was the Roaring King and his uncle was the Xiaoyao King, he was not timid at all.

Those martial arts masters in the Tian prison camp are themselves green forest grass and reckless, Jiangyang thieves, all of whom are ruthless people. Later, they were convinced by Mu Zifeng. Although they are much more stable, they have never been convinced by others. They are not qualified to participate in this genius competition, but they are all watching it on the sidelines.

Now Mu Zifeng's empty posture made those demons excited. They rushed out like wolves and tigers, and they were about to drag Mu Gang and Ling Ge away.

" Stop, which one of you dares to touch his cold hair, and I will destroy your nine races." The roaring king's whole body trembled. He was so humiliated by a warrior in the Pannirvana. What face will he face other practitioners in the future?

Mu Zifeng's disregard also made many ancestors disgusted. No matter how talented you are, before practicing your ancestors, you are a foreign martial artist and a weak ant. There are dozens of means for the ancestors of the innate realm to kill a foreign warrior.

Those martial arts masters in the prison camp were shocked and looked at each other and didn't know what to do.

Mu Zifeng turned around and looked at the roaring king. Seeing his obscene appearance, he couldn't help sighing heavily, "It's really shameless that ancestor of the innate realm would threaten several juniors. Are you living on a beast at such an old age?"

Everyone was numb.

"He... won't be stimulated by anything. Even if our ancestors didn't have a legitimate reason to come forward to help him like this." Shi Tianqi's head shrank. He knew that Mu Zifeng's strength had not been fully exerted, but no matter how powerful he was, it was impossible to defeat the Roaring King.

The king of Duanjiang and the king of Juexunxin are also innate. Their strength is three points weaker than that of the Roaring King, but the anti-sky figures like Tuo Xiaogong and Ningdong can't help them. This is not a gap in strength, but a gap in realm.

A foreign martial artist is like a python. The ancestor who practiced qi is the dragon. No matter how fierce the python is, it will never be the enemy of the dragon. An ancestor of the innate realm has been able to communicate with the power of heaven and earth and soar in the sky at will, which is their most dominant place.

"He must have a purpose. You see, he has always been aimed at the Roaring King. He looks so calm." Although Shirong was also surprised by Mu Zifeng's unbridled attitude, she was exquisite and could see his unusualness.

"Girl, if this boy doesn't die, I will help you make a pair of whatever I say." Shi Tianqi touched his chin, and there were many secrets hidden in Mu Zifeng. If he really wanted to marry him, he would definitely get great benefits.

Zhao Xiaotian is the person who knows Mu Zifeng's strength best, and also knows the knots in his heart. Mu Gang and Ling Ge are both personal disciples of the Roaring King. If he wants revenge, he will inevitably take revenge with the Roaring King. Once Mu Gang enters the holy land of martial arts to practice, his chance of revenge in the future will be minimal, which is the biggest thorn in his heart.

"Miss, is his cousin all right?" Mi Xin was very nervous. She specially rushed back to the capital from the Valley of Beast to cheer for Mu Zifeng. She also knew that Mu Zifeng had nothing to do with her, but she was still a cousin.

"Don't worry, Zifeng has always been very calm in his work. He angered the roaring king again and again, maybe... Does he want to force the roaring king to take action?" Zhao Xiaotian suddenly had a terrible idea in her mind, and her face was extremely pale.

Those practicing ancestors on the high platform look different, and they have more or less guessed the purpose of Mu Zifeng, but what good is this for him? Can a foreign martial artist in the Pannirvana really reverse the ethics of heaven and defeat the Roaring King? Moreover, as long as an ancestor of the innate realm still has a breath, it will bring tragedy to Mufu.

"Special envoy, if we don't break this matter immediately, we won't have the face of our ancestors. This boy ignored the rules of the competition and should be killed on the spot. At this time, King Xiaoyao opened his mouth to speak. Originally, this was a feud between the younger generation and their brothers, but he pulled all the ancestors in and forced them to make a statement.

"Why does the king of Xiaoyao need to be angry? The younger generation is ignorant. How can he have the same knowledge as him?" A medium-sized ancestor took a few steps forward and said loudly, "Xiao Gong, it's time for you to appear."

"The king of Kaishan will be a good person, so I don't know whether he will appreciate it or not." The king said coldly that his relationship with the king of Kaishan was not too close in the past, but now they have also become opposites because of the battle between the two princes for the throne.

"When Xiao Gong breaks the boy's head, I will argue with you again." The king of Kaishan hummed softly and stared at the battle platform.

Batuo Xiaogong is the most talented direct bloodline in the Batuo family. He is born with divine power. Although he is still a martial arts master, his strength is already comparable to the ordinary innate ancestor. In particular, his defense is invulnerable, and even the unique weapon will not cause much scars on it.

This man is the second evil talent under the command of the tenth master. He even threatened that he would not be weaker than Murong's prodigal son, but there is no clear statement about who is stronger between the two.

Batuo Xiaogong is burly and tough. After being promoted to the martial arts master, he was nearly two and five meters tall. Standing in front of Mu Zifeng, he immediately compared him in momentum.

"I can't imagine that you can escape from the palm of the mountain god of the battle on the river that day. I don't know if you will still have such a chance today." Since Mu Zifeng's real identity was found out, the enmity between him and the Tuo Mansion have also been involved, especially the mutant giant tiger, which was finally cultivated by the Kaishan King with endless efforts. Originally, he wanted to get on the martial arts holy place through poets. How could he think that there would be a robbery incident halfway? Even the domestic slaves of the Tuo Mansion Defection.

By the means of cutting out the Xiao Palace, he would have retaliated on the people of Mufu for a long time, but because King Fengyu and King Zhanjue secretly supported their waist, even the king of Kaishan was extremely afraid and could only hide that evil spirit all the time.

Mu Zifeng smiled and said, "The mountain palm is very powerful, and now I still remember it vividly. Since I didn't die, I also want to learn the power of the royal martial arts of Tuofu again.

"You won't have that chance again." At the foot of the Tuo Xiao Palace, a slight crack appeared on the extremely hard platform, and a huge body was killed by a bear to Mu Zifeng.

Relying on his fearful physical defense, he made a complete attack, and one punch was more than 100,000 catties of great force. Mu Zifeng's body is flexible. Although he is locked by his momentum, he can always desolve his offensive. However, Tuo Xiaogong is not an ordinary master, but a demon figure comparable to his congenital ancestors, so Mu Zifeng is also absorbed and does not dare to be careless at all.

The two sides tested more than ten moves, and the attack and defense became fierce. Bombarding, three punches in a row, Mu Zifeng's body couldn't resist the anti-shock force and retreated seven steps, while Tuo Xiaogong retreated six steps. This change made everyone's hearts hang up. The master fought against each other, and the victory or defeat was instantaneous.

"Thirty-six punches chasing the wind."

Batuo Xiaogong has displayed a continuous boxing technique, which is a heavenly martial art, which is generally powerful in the hands of ordinary people, but in his hands, the power is exerted for a long time.

The lingering fist shadow is overwhelming, virtual and real.

Mu Zifeng also changed his fist at this moment, turning his finger into a sword, and he performed seven swordsmanships.

Two evil people fought to the death on the battlefield. Cracks appeared one by one, and the aftershocks of momentum stirred up pieces of gravel.

"Xiao Gongxian's nephew, if you kill him, I will teach you the king-level martial arts roaring swordsmanship as an exception." The roaring king's voice was like a spell. The spirit of the Tuo Xiao Palace was suddenly shaken, and the huge body suddenly soared into the air. The martial robe on his body was torn apart by a strong gas. With a long roar, a terrible breath suddenly broke out in his body, as if he had lurked a powerful beast, fierce, domineering and vicious.

A gray airflow circled around, and Tuo Xiao Gong's body expanded again. He urged the secret art and was bound to kill Mu Zifeng. A king-level martial art was enough for him to fight desperately.

"He is going to use the palm of splitting mountains."

Everyone can't help but stand up. Ning Dong and Ba Tuo Xiao Gong have the courage to challenge the real innate ancestors relying on their secret skills. If Mu Zifeng can really resist it, then his previous arrogance can talk about it.

Spike the mountain palm, and split the mountain with one palm. It is extremely strong and unstoppable. Mu Zifeng looked at the high-ranking Tuo Xiao Palace, and his whole body also entered a state of no sadness and happiness. He opened the Taiji pile, his hands were constantly wrapped around, and the bones and muscles of his whole body became light and flexible.

Taiji magic boxing moves are too slow, so slow that people can't help spitting blood, which is very uncomfortable.

"He is looking for death." Roaring Wang Jie smiled, and it seemed that he didn't need to do it himself.

"Mu Zifeng, don't be reborn in the Mu family in your next life. Even if you are a domestic slave, you have to live like an ant." The momentum of Tuo Xiao Palace condensed to the limit. He suddenly turned over and patted his hand, and the amazing power came out. "Slicing the palm of the mountain."

A huge palm print, covering a space of 100 meters, and the sky and earth have lost their brilliance. Everyone held their breath and watched the palm print that was enough to destroy a hill continue to condense and shrink, and looked at the continuous flashing and dazzling light of the palm print.

The momentum of splitting the mountain god's palm completely locked Mu Zifeng. At three meters away from the top of his head, the palm print had condensed into a radius of ten meters, but the pressure doubled six or seven times.

The power of one palm must exceed 300,000 catties, or even more powerful.

Mu Zifeng looked solemn, but his body was like clouds and flowing water. He hugged his hands again, and a spiral force burst out.

"Taiji."

A perfect Taiji circle is formed, and the spiral bursting out of both hands condenses into the center of the Taiji circle, resulting in a devouring force.

Bang... The mountain god's palm finally bombarded, and Mu Zifeng's slow move suddenly changed, turning into extremely fast in the extremely slow, and turning into strong in the extremely soft.

"Four taels and a thousand pounds."

Mu Zifeng has completely evolved the essence of the combination of Taiji magic fist.

The earth trembled violently, and the high platform turned into ruins. Pieces of soft stones splashed everywhere. Some slightly weak warriors couldn't stand it and were hit hard one after another.

One palm to split the mountain, this is the power of splitting the mountain.