The seller of the heavens

Mo Kaisheng withdrew his fist, took two steps back abruptly, looked at Jiang Chen solemnly and said:

"Unexpectedly, you have reached such a high level of kung fu at such a young age."

After hearing Mo Kaisheng's words, people who didn't know why at first suddenly realized that the reason why Jiang Chen didn't dodge or dodge was because he had practiced kung fu and there was no need to dodge at all.

Jiang Chen said to Mo Kaisheng as if nothing had happened:

"You can use a little more force, I can withstand it."

Hearing this, Mo Kaisheng suddenly felt ashamed of being underestimated, his face sank, and he said angrily:

"Junior, don't think that you can be arrogant with your horizontal training skills. I want to see how many tricks you can block me with your horizontal training."

As he said that, he stepped forward with a stride, came to Jiang Chen, then raised his energy, focused his strength on his legs and feet, and suddenly kicked him out.

Roar!

The so-called fist moves like a tiger, kicks like a dragon.

Mo Kaisheng's kick was extremely powerful and violent, and the strong wind it brought up roared like a dragon's roar.

Peng!

Jiang Chen still stood on the spot without avoiding it, took the leg with his chest and abdomen, his expression was extremely relaxed, as if Mo Kaisheng's all-out attack was just a tickle to him, and could not pose a threat at all .

He looked at Mo Kaisheng who was full of shock and anger, and said mockingly:

"Could it be that Master Mo is old and frail? Why doesn't he have any strength in his fists or feet? With such strength, can he open a martial arts gym in Foshan?"

"Junior, don't be so insolent!

"

Mo Kaisheng's face was flushed red, and the veins in the corners of his eyes bulged. He suddenly yelled violently, mobilizing all his strength, and launched a berserk attack on Jiang Chen like crazy.

His fists and feet brought up a series of afterimages, and they bombarded Jiang Chen like a violent storm.

Winter, winter, winter, winter!

The dull knocking sound of gold and iron kept ringing, and the sound was dense, as if iron was being struck.

Jiang Chen stood on the spot with a relaxed expression, letting Mo Kaisheng's fists and feet attack him, only when the opponent attacked the vital parts of his body, he would raise his hand to block one or two.

He completely regarded Mo Kaisheng as a tool man, using the opponent's attack to help him cultivate the iron cloth shirt.

"ah!

! "

After Mo Kaisheng punched Jiang Chen hundreds of times without stopping, he was so tired that he was panting heavily, his body was dripping with sweat, and his clothes were soaked.

Looking at the unscathed Jiang Chen, Mo Kaisheng was both ashamed and angry, and at the same time felt a deep sense of despair.

He has practiced martial arts hard for decades, but in the end, even Jiang Chen's skin can't be broken under his all-out efforts. On the contrary, his fists and feet are sore from the force of the shock. This huge gap in strength undoubtedly affects his self-confidence. It was a huge blow.

There was a weird smile on Jiang Chen's mouth. After being bombarded with hundreds of punches, he felt as if his body had just experienced a massage. His muscles and bones were relaxed, his blood was active, and he was extremely comfortable.

After brushing off the dust on his clothes casually, Jiang Chen said to Mo Kaisheng whose complexion was changing:

"If you only have this strength, you should take the initiative to admit defeat."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, admitting defeat to a junior like Jiang Chen is undoubtedly a humiliation to Mo Kaisheng.

However, the skills are not as good as people, so I have to obey.

Mo Kaisheng opened his mouth a few times, but finally said bravely:

"Master Jiang is powerful, I am no match."

As soon as the words came out, Mo Kaisheng's eyes suddenly darkened, and his expression was depressed, as if he had aged several years in an instant.

He didn't even dare to look at the eyes of the people around him, he lowered his head and retreated to the side of Gao Batian and the others.

Jiang Chen ignored Mo Kaisheng, looked at the other museum owners, and asked:

"Anyone else wants to challenge?"

Several hall owners heard the words and looked at each other without saying a word. Mo Kaisheng's strength is considered good among them, but he still couldn't hurt Jiang Chen even if he tried his best. If they were replaced, the result would be the same.

Knowing that they will lose, they will naturally not seek humiliation.

The eyes of several people met, and after communicating silently for a while, they focused on Yue Tingtao and Gao Batian.

From their point of view, only Yue Tingtao and Gao Batian have the hope to win against Jiang Chen.

Yue Tingtao is good at swordsmanship, with the strength of weapons, he might be able to hurt Jiang Chen.

Gao Batian's five-element cinnabar palm is vicious and vicious, and he specializes in dark energy. It can be said to be the nemesis of all kinds of horizontal exercises.

A group of them aggressively came to Xinghuo Martial Arts Hall to set the rules. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, they definitely couldn't just leave in such a gloomy manner, Jiang Chen had to be defeated.

Otherwise, the reputation of their martial arts school for many years will be ruined.

"Let me do it."

Yue Tingtao took a step forward with the knife in hand.

He practiced the Yue family's seven-way sword technique. He has experienced hundreds of battles and fought all over the nineteen provinces.

He didn't believe that Jiang Chen's iron shirt could block his blade.

Moreover, he is also very interested in Jiang Chen's bet. If he can win such a mansion, he will have an extra family heirloom, which can ensure that future generations will have no worries about food and clothing.

Shut up!

Yue Tingtao drew his steel knife out of its sheath, made a gesture of raising his hand, and said:

"The Yue family's seven-way saber technique: Yue Tingtao, please come and learn from your excellency."

Jiang Chen raised his hand to signal:

"please."

Everyone outside the court held their breath and stared intently at the movements of the two, for fear of missing the wonderful confrontation.

Yue Tingtao inhaled slowly, a stern light suddenly flashed in his eyes, the next moment he took two strides one after another, crossed a distance of three meters in an instant, appeared in front of Jiang Chen, and slashed out a bright knife light, Chop Jiang Chen's shoulder.

Jiang Chen's left hand was as fast as a ghost, and he brought up a phantom, and raised his hand to support the blade with his arm.

It's not because I'm afraid that my body won't be able to stop the knife, but mainly because I don't want my clothes to be chopped off, and the ragged clothes will ruin my image.

when!

The sharp blade slashed at Jiang Chen's arm, making a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing.

Jiang Chen felt that his hand was bitten by a mosquito, with a slight pain, but other than that, there was no other feeling.

Yue Tingtao narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced at Jiang Chen's arm.

Through the tear on the sleeve, he could clearly see that the skin on Jiang Chen's arm was fair and lustrous, without any wounds.

‘Can’t even cut it with a knife? ! '

Yue Tingtao's heart sank slightly, and he realized that Jiang Chen's horizontal kung fu was far more powerful than he imagined. He didn't hold back the slightest bit of the knife just now, and had poured all his strength into it. Even a big bluestone could be smashed into pieces with one knife. Two halves, but such a slash still couldn't hurt Jiang Chen.

It is very, very difficult to win this competition.

Yue Tingtao narrowed his eyes slightly into a slit, and when the light flickered, he already had an idea: Although Jiang Chen has cultivated horizontal kung fu to the level of mastery, it is hard to hurt with swords and swords, but no matter how powerful horizontal practice is, he can't prevent his eyes from falling. Vulnerabilities like Yin.

In order to be able to win, he had to use some ruthless moves.

A series of thoughts flashed through Yue Tingtao's mind in an instant, and a decision was made in his heart. When he flipped his wrist, the light of the saber drew an arc, and went straight to Jiang Chen's vitals.

The light of the sword is cold, and the moves are vicious.