Sword and Love

"Not bad, not bad." Feng Qingyun showed a satisfied smile, looked at Zheng Zinuo and said, "The distance of 200 meters only took fifteen breaths (15 seconds), and this speed should have reached the speed of a [-]-year-old. A super martial artist doesn't use any soul power, and only relies on the speed limit that the physical body can achieve. Ziyan, it seems that you have to work hard."

The difference between Feng Ziyan and Zheng Zinuo's first 100 meters was not very big, and it took less than 100 seconds, but the difference in the second 20 meters widened to [-] seconds. The distance between them reached nearly [-] meters, which really made her feel incredible.

"Hmph! Who would... just compete in physical strength for nothing, if... compete in soul power, I will definitely not lose." Feng Ziyan said dissatisfied, still a little out of breath at this time.

"That's not necessarily true." Feng Qingyun smiled and said, "Your current soul power is sixteen, I believe that as long as Zi Nuo's soul power reaches fourteen, no matter how hard you try to use your soul power, it will still be the same. It is impossible to beat him, this is the importance of the flesh."

"Go down and rest, and remember in the future, you must not be proud anymore." Feng Qingyun said, and then called again, "Come out Wenyi."

Liu Wenyi was slightly startled, stood up and waited for the order.

"Zinuo, Wenyi, you two come here." Feng Qingyun said, then turned around and came to a big tree not far away where the two hugged each other, and said, "Do your best, bombard the trunk with your fists, but you still can't To use any soul power, it is up to one's own physical strength, let's start, the meaning comes first."

Liu Wenyi nodded, came to a place half a meter away from the big tree, took a posture, shouted loudly, and blasted towards the thick trunk with all his strength.

"Boom..." With a muffled sound, the thick and big tree shook from a distance, and a pile of leaves fell, and the rough bark on the hit trunk turned into powder, revealing a fist-sized, white-yellow of tree trunks.

"Well, this is the explosive attack power of a 27th-level martial artist relying solely on physical strength, not bad." Feng Qingyun nodded, and said to Zheng Zinuo, "Zinuo is your turn."

Hearing this, Zheng Zinuo turned around and came to a place less than [-] centimeters away from the big tree. He dropped his shoulders and elbows, his waist and horse were united, and his breath sank to his dantian. waist, waved his arms, and struck hard towards the tree trunk.

There was no loud muffled sound like when Liu Wenyi hit the tree trunk, nor did it cause the tree to shake at a distance, but when Zheng Zinuo removed the egg-sized fist from the tree trunk, everyone exclaimed at the same time. Feng Qingyun and his wife couldn't help but their pupils constricted for a while.

Feng Ziyan did not have such strong eyesight as everyone else. Seeing everyone's surprised appearance, she ran over in a hurry and leaned up to take a closer look. On the rough tree trunk, a part that was only the size of an egg became bare. The outer bark was completely shattered and disappeared, and the protruding trunk was actually slightly sunken, revealing a weak crack.

She looked away and looked up. The same piece was slightly larger, without bark, and a blank trunk was exposed, but there was no depression at all, let alone any cracks.

Feng Ziyan turned her head slowly, showing a shocked expression, staring at Zheng Zinuo beside her, unable to say a word for a long time.