Chapter 51 Wendou? Martial arts?

Among the three small groups, only the five people in the middle did not whisper. They just looked curiously at Mu Zifeng in the field, who was very young and would not be more than 20 years old. It is also good to be able to cultivate divine power at such an age.

Especially the handsome man in the front, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, a tall nose, and a strong body. Standing there seems to be a knife, a sharp weapon hidden in the scabbard.

"Brother Liu, can you see what's wrong with this boy?" A 27-year-old man asked in a low voice.

"It's too quiet. Under the gaze of so many people, how deep and heavy the pressure formed is. But he stood there calmly and strangely, as if he had been completely independent of the surrounding environment. I once felt this state on the ancestor beheading the king, and this feeling is very similar.

"Brother Liu, what do you mean?"

"The unity of heaven and man, I forget things. Although he has not achieved the unity of nature and man, he slowly integrates his breath and posture with the surrounding environment. Once it breaks out, it may cause a terrible attack. Liu Feng frowned, felt it carefully, and muttered, "Has he also been favored by the seeker and left a Taoist seed in his body? Otherwise, how could he know how to borrow the power of heaven in the divine power?"

In a pavilion outside the practice field, there were five people standing, and they were condescending to see everything clearly in the field.

"Guys, what do you think?" It was a gray-haired old man who touched the beard of his chin and asked calmly.

"Ha ha, in terms of eyesight, who can compare with the elder. Although this son's level is not high, his true meaning of martial arts, the control of power, and the use of softness have reached a peak of foreign skills. Even my aunt didn't think that his methods were so powerful. Mrs. Shenwei said with a smile, her face was full of pride.

"Humph, Mrs. Shenwei, are you saying good things for him?" Another gray-haired old man looked unhappy. He looked at Mu Zifeng and sneered at the corners of his mouth. "As soon as this son entered Zhao's house, he caused such a big trouble. He was murderous and vicious. Maybe someone instructed him to do so behind his back."

"Three elders, are you mocking Mrs. Ben?" Mrs. Shenwei snorted and calmed down.

"Okay, can't you all fight less? There are a total of seven elders in Zhao's house. Seven and a half years old predecessors were seriously injured and are still in retreat. Lao Liu was poisoned. Lao Si couldn't rush back because of military affairs, and Mrs. Shenwei took the place of the elder. The five elders usually fight a lot, but that's all a big deal of Zhao's family. Now it's good that they actually fight here for the younger generation, and they are not afraid of being laughed at by their subordinates.

This time speaking is the second elder. She is a woman with a little ricke, but she has profound cultivation, highbei, fair and selfless, and enjoys high prestige in Zhao's house.

The elder smiled lightly and turned his head to look at the five elders who had been silent, "Five, tell me."

"I broke his limbs and hung it at the gate of the city to show my voice. Ten days later, I threw it into the Beast Valley to feed it." The five elders had been tightening their faces, as if they had never laughed. His voice was hoarse and cold. Behind him is two knives, one is wide and thick, and the other is narrow.

"I'm an arrogant person who doesn't know the depth of heaven and earth, I, Ningfu, must kill you." A middle-aged man with a stick came out of Ning's veins, with dark skin and a short coat, revealing strong muscles like fine steel plates. He stepped out and came three meters ahead of Mu Zifeng, which was very powerful.

"Brother, do you want to fight or fight?" Mu Zifeng asked with his fist.

"What is literary fighting and what is martial arts?" At least Ningfu is also a master of foreign skills in Pannirvana, and it is impossible to make a cruel move as soon as he takes power. After all, the two are separated by two layers of realms.

"Wendou, the point between the two sides. In martial arts, one person between the two sides is likely to pay a heavy price until he falls down and can't stand up. Mu Zifeng smiled and continued, "I prefer literary fighting, otherwise it will hurt the feelings between the two sides. To be honest, I am deeply sorry for what happened in Tianxia Building this afternoon. Who would have thought that the leaders of the young generation of the dignified Ning family would be like a scoundrel in the market. Oh, it's been a while since I've been on the calendar, and I've seen many people, but this time I've lost my eyes. I'm really ashamed to think about it.

Mu Zifeng's expression was really like regret, but after listening to it, people around them looked at each other and had different moods. Is this a regret? This is simply a righteous humiliation of you again and a loud slap in the face. Obviously, he seriously injured Ning's heir, but now what comes out of him is that he doesn't know Ning's little master. He thought he was just a market man and taught him a lesson to those bastards.

He has no intention of fault.

Mi Xin and others wanted to laugh but couldn't. They couldn't help laughing. Liu Feng and his centrists were stunned for a long time and admired this person's means. As for the people of Ning's lineage, they are all like hedgehogs, like hungry beasts. They wish they could rush up and swallow Mu Zifeng at the same time.

Mu Zifeng saw that the other party's hands holding the stick trembled gently, and his eyes condensed blood. He smiled, "If there is no objection, let's fight." He then opened the form and intention pile, and his qi and blood flowed. "Since it's a literary fight, it's better to be bare-handed. Brother, you'd better throw away the weapons in your hand. Otherwise, others think that you bully the little, and the warriors in the powerful realm actually use a good weapon to deal with a free-handed magic power junior. At that time, the rumor will spread. No matter whether you win or lose, your face will be big.

"Bastard, you sharp-toothed bastard. I'm going to fight with you today. If I don't peel you, how can I survive? With a loud noise, Ning Fu stepped on his feet, and the ground of the martial arts field burst one after another, and the stones flew and ran wildly.

With a wave of the stick in his hand, it turned into layers of shadows.

"Kill with a stick."

This disciple of the Ning family in Pannijing was completely crazy. He was originally humiliated by Mu Zifeng in front of so many people, which completely confused his mood. There was only one thought left in his mind to kill the bastard opposite, which was a bloody shame.

Pannirvana is to cultivate the power into the internal organs, stimulate the essence of the five elements, and prepare for the five elements to unite the true spirit of Dantian. The master of external skills who broke through to this level has at least 10,000 pounds of power between moves.

This move shows the essence of martial arts. It is strong and domineering, and the murderous intention is to die.

Mu Zifeng suddenly felt that the space around him was blocked. No matter how he dodged, it was useless. He had no choice but to compete with violence.