Chapter 151: You Can't Kill, You Can Beat Half to Death

The center of the martial arts field.

Tian Qi cupped his hands and said, "Iron Bone Pie, Tian Qi."

The disciple of Haoqimen said lightly: "Haoqimen, Tan Yong!"

After he finished speaking, a heavy wave of spiritual energy suddenly appeared all over his body.

It's a pity that Tian Qi was unmoved, and there was a trace of disdain in his eyes.

The spectators were a little unacceptable.

The disciple sent by Haoqi Sect is a ninth-rank martial disciple. Where does this Iron Bone Sect disciple come from to be so confident that he can ignore it?

Or is it that the head of their family is arrogant, and the disciples are also virtuous?

Hey.

The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.

"Go!" the referee shouted.

It was Tian Qi who shot first. He took a step forward, and his left and right fists ran the burst fists at the same time, and suddenly bombarded, only listening to the sound of 'bang bang bang'.

The approach is too fast, and the punch is too fast.

Tan Yong couldn't dodge at all, he could only pour his spiritual power into his body and use his palms to see the moves.

"Boom! Boom!"

Tian Qi's double fists seemed to be poured into the force of ten thousand, and they came over again and again, and the strength soared, and finally broke through to 17,000 pounds!

Feeling the strong wind and the momentum formed by the blast, the expressions of the bigwigs from all sides gradually stiffened.

Like Li Fei just now, this Iron Bone Sect disciple is only a fifth-grade martial artist, so why can he wield such a high level of power? !

Tian Qi pays more attention to the physical body and boxing.

Exploding fists, regardless of strength or power, are definitely stronger than Li Fei who uses his feet.

This is strong, not even a little bit strong!

Shen Tong's eyes almost popped out.

The explosive power of the two rank five martial disciples of the Iron Bone faction was higher than that of the nine star martial disciple himself, which was a huge blow to self-esteem!

"Boom! Boom!"

Tian Qi's fists were madly bombarding like two hammers.

Tan Yong was caught in the defensive from the beginning, and it was difficult to break free, and he could only fall into absolute passiveness.

"Boom!"

The body kept retreating, and finally stood on the edge.

Due to the intensive attacking of fists, it is difficult to block them all, so they can only close their arms and let the opponent bombard them.

"..."

The corners of the mouths of the bigwigs twitched.

They had the feeling that they were watching the Iron Bone Sect disciples punching sandbags with their fists.

It was the fifth-grade martial artist who beat people, and the ninth-grade martial artist was beaten as a sandbag!

The world...it's crazy!

Jun Changxiao shrugged and said, "It's really not difficult."

From the beginning, he didn't take Haoqi Men into his eyes, otherwise he wouldn't always emphasize that this was just a challenge to the mobs on the road to the big boss.

Now Tian Qi uses a direct disciple of a ninth-rank martial artist as a sandbag, which is enough to explain everything.

"what!"

Tan Yong, who fell into absolute passiveness, roared furiously.

But as soon as he shouted, he was hit by a heavy punch in the face, his head was suddenly tilted, and his body staggered and retreated to the outside of the martial arts arena.

"Snapped!"

Tian Qi clasped one hand on his wrist, pulled over from the exit line, threw a shoulder-to-shoulder hit, and then rode on his abdomen, raising his fists and bombing.

The boss said.

You can't kill him, you can beat him half to death.

"Boom! Boom!"

Tian Qi slung on Tan Yong's body, comprehending the crazy bombardment of the ultimate burst fist, and instantly made Tan Yong's nose blue and swollen, and foaming at the mouth.

In the end, he passed out unconscious.

"Crack--"

Seeing his disciple being abused like this, Qin Haoran clenched his fists tightly, his cold eyes flashing with anger.

Angry is useless.

This is to learn from each other on the martial arts arena. If the disciple is abused, it is not as good as others!

"brush!"

Tian Qi got up and cupped his hands and said, "It's accepted."

The boss of the Hundred Tribes Alliance, the warriors of various forces watching the excitement, his expression became exciting.

After the sparring started, Tan Yong fell into a passive position and could only block until he was beaten to death on the spot. He didn't fight back... !

This gap is too big!

"One Li Fei, one Tian Qi, the disciples of the Iron Bone School are so strong!"

"I can finally understand why Nebula sent a big bald head to challenge the Iron Bone Pie."

"The two disciples abused the eighth-rank and ninth-rank martial disciples as if they were playing. Nebula sent the inner sect disciples over, no doubt to send them off!"

Various martial artists discussed in private.

Although the head of the Nebula faction standing in the crowd was flushed, his heart was quite at ease.

The two direct disciples of the Qin alliance leader were defeated one after another.

"Patriarch Ai."

Ma Donglin smiled and said, "This iron-boned pie is not easy."

The two fifth-grade martial-apprentice-level disciples, bursting with powers of more than 15,000, have definitely undergone the ultimate physical training.

"The second disciple's fist is so strong, it must also be related to taking the body-shaping pill!"

Ai Shangyu guessed.

A warrior with ordinary qualifications and a low level can use the Body Shaping Pill to leapfrog battles. If it is used as a gimmick, it will definitely be more eye-catching and sell for sky-high prices!

Wang Donglin cared about the strength of his disciples, and he cared about the effect of the Body Shaping Pill, and he was indeed a qualified businessman.

...

After Tian Qi returned to the throne, Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and smiled and said: "Qin Alliance Lord, in this third game, your Haoqimen will send your disciples to play first."

Seeing that smiling face, the Qin alliance leader could not wait to reach out and tear it apart.

calm down.

Keep smiling no matter how angry you are.

However, the disciple lost two games in a row, and the second one was brutally abused, my mother can't laugh at all!

Qin Haoran suppressed his endless anger, looked at a disciple on the right behind him and said, "Come on."

"Yes."

The third direct disciple appeared, who was also a ninth-rank martial artist, but stronger than Tan Yong in terms of strength.

"Xiao Mu, let's go." Jun Chang smiled.

Su Xiaomo clenched her fists, shook her head and walked out, saying, "I'm already boiling with enthusiasm at the foot of the mountain, and I can finally have a good fight."

Seeing the disciples of the Iron Bone Sect on stage, the bigwigs from all sides did not dare to jump to conclusions.

Because, I thought that the disciples of the Haoqi Sect would win, but they all lost.

This is not reverse poison milk, it is strength.

Even if they played a few more games, Sun Ye and Tan Yong were still defeated and tortured.

Their qualifications are not high, but can they make up for Tian Qi and Li Fei who rely on various resources, various medicinal herbs and even spiritual power arrays?

I don't even know what it's like to take 10 times the spiritual power of the medicinal pill for ten consecutive days.

...

The third Haoqimen disciple came to the stage and said coldly, "Haoqimen, Laotie."

Jun Changxiao twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "No problem."

"Iron Bone Pie, Su Xiaomo." Su Xiaomo said.

After the two reported their names to each other, the referee called to start.

Lao Tie took the lead in launching the attack, his spiritual power poured into his body, and he rushed over in an instant.

"Brush! Brush!"

Su Xiaomo rolled back twice, stretched out her short legs, and ran around the edge of the martial arts field.

The speed is gradually accelerating, and the wind and waves are about to roll up!

Lao Tieli was in the martial arts field, watching his opponent spinning around, and it was difficult to keep up with the speed, and he suddenly didn't know how to make a move.

Wang Donglin said, "This son is good at movement."

What Ai Shang was thinking was, yes, it must have something to do with the Body Shaping Pill!

"call out----"

At this moment, Su Xiaomo seized the opportunity, went around behind Lao Tie, and kicked him directly.

"Bang!" Lao Tie found it in time, turned around and punched Su Xiaomo's foot out, and was about to follow the second combo, but the opponent ran away again.

"Damn!" he exclaimed angrily.

"Swipe!" Su Xiaomo appeared in the back without knowing it, jumping into the air with a kick.

This speed was fast enough, but Lao Tie still caught it, and put his arm upright in front of him, successfully blocking the powerful kick.

"Senior brother, be careful!" someone exclaimed in shock.

Lao Tie was startled, and he glanced at Su Xiaomo, and saw this guy kicked his arm, leaned to the side, put his hands together, his middle finger and index finger protruded, and stabbed his butt fiercely.

chrysanthemum residue,

Sore all over the place!