Chapter 19 The Golden Bell Covered Iron Cloth Shirt

"Brush! Brush!"

The warrior standing on the platform of grievances, the hair blown by the incoming air waves flew around, and his face was full of horror.

Elder Wei's punch is terrifying!

Even if there is a heavy boulder on the stage, it can be smashed to smithereens!

At that moment, they all secretly judged that the head of the Iron Bone Sect had to suffer such an explosive punch, it must be more fortunate than good!

Even looking down the stage, searching for the corpse that should have been knocked out.

Um?

no one?

Could it be that the head of Jun was not beaten, but died directly on stage?

"brush!"

"brush!"

Everyone turned their heads in unison and looked at the platform of enmity and resentment.

really.

They caught Jun Changxiao's figure for the first time, but gradually opened their mouths and their eyes flickered in disbelief.

"This……"

Li Qingyang's expression was also dull.

What do you see that makes such an exaggerated expression appear?

Seeing Jun Changxiao standing on the stage, he didn't move at all, and his exposed palms, neck, and even his entire face were all bronze-yellow, like a cast bronze statue!

"How did his complexion change?"

"Is this a martial art?"

"I've never heard of a martial art that changes skin color!"

That's not the point.

The point is, Elder Wei is standing in front of him, his right fist is close to Jun Changxiao's chest, and he hits it clearly and accurately!

The strength enough to smash thousands of pounds of rocks hit him, why did he not move at all? Why do you keep the same disapproving smile as before?

The warriors of all factions were stunned.

They thought about it, the scene where Jun Changxiao was shot and killed was just the scene where he would stand firm like a rock while resisting a punch!

Wei Yi was furious and did not expect that he condensed the power of anger to slam on him, and he didn't even take a small step back!

"you……"

He still kept the bombardment state, and exclaimed: "...What kind of martial arts is this!"

Jun Chang smiled lightly and said, "Golden bell hooded iron cloth shirt."

"Golden bell hooded iron cloth shirt?"

"What kind of martial arts is this? Why have I never heard of it!"

"The name is a bit strange, it shouldn't be our Qingyang County martial arts!"

Not only is it not Qingyang County, the entire Starfall Continent does not have this kind of martial arts, because it is a kind of kung fu of the Earth's Huaxia Kingdom.

Could it be that Jun Changxiao used to be a trainer?

He is a fart!

On earth, he is just an ordinary person, let alone kung fu, he lacks exercise all year round, and he can be exhausted by running around the playground for a few laps!

Then this golden bell hooded iron cloth shirt...

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous!"

Jun Changxiao stood calmly, and secretly rejoiced: "Fortunately, you have the talisman of endurance, otherwise you will be seriously injured if you don't die!"

It turned out that when Wei Yi came in angrily, he crushed the beating-resistant talisman given by the novice spree in time.

At the moment of crushing, Jun Changxiao's complexion changed, and his muscles became hard, just like an iron wall!

At that time, he was also gambling, betting that if you donate 1 point, the elixir will have anti-sky effects, and the spells issued by the novice gift bag will definitely not be weak!

Bet right.

The talisman of resistance is very strong, super strong!

"I say."

Jun Chang smiled and said lightly: "Did you not eat and punched you so weakly?"

The duration of the beating-resistant charm is 60 minutes, and Jun Changxiao has to use the remaining 59 minutes and 30 seconds to act well!

"hateful!"

Wei Yi angrily stepped back dozens of steps, retreated to the edge of the stage, and immediately sprinted forward!

"call!"

The right fist was swung out again, carrying a wave of air visible to the naked eye!

"here we go again!"

"Stronger than last time!"

"Sect Master Jun doesn't move, do you still have to resist?!"

"Are you so confident!"

"boom--"

Wei Yi threw his iron fist in anger,

It slammed directly into Jun Changxiao's abdomen, sending out faint energy ripples.

The results of it?

Sect Master Jun is still standing there, motionless!

He raised a smile at the corner of his mouth and said, "Elder Wei, you should try harder. If you fight like this, you will only waste your time!"

"Ah!"

Wei was going crazy.

He didn't care about gaining momentum and accelerating, he directly threw his fists and slammed it.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

In a short period of time, Jun Changxiao was greeted several times on his chest, abdomen and shoulders, but he always stood in place with a disapproving smile on the corner of his mouth.

At that moment, what appeared in the field of vision of the warriors of all sects was that the head of Jun was like a wooden stake, allowing Elder Wei to bombard again and again!

Stakes?

That thing was hit hard, and it still reacted a little bit!

How often do you laugh? Let Wei Yi anger keep bombarding, and he is always as stable as a rock.

Not a stake.

It's an iron wall!

"terrible!"

"What a powerful defensive martial skill this is!"

"Iron shirt with diamond hood! If I encounter it in the future, no matter how much it costs, I must sell it!"

Everyone yearned for the martial skills that Jun Changxiao said casually.

Li Qingyang and Lu Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief, no wonder the sect master dared to accept the challenge of the elders of Lingquan Sect, so he had cultivated such a powerful defensive martial skill!

...

"boom!"

"boom!"

Wei angrily threw dozens of punches, and finally stopped out of breath.

This kind of unrestrained bombardment consumes the most energy.

"how?"

Jun Chang smiled disdainfully: "Tired of fighting?"

"But... Damn guy..." Wei Yi clenched his fist tightly, his eyes bloodshot.

Jun Chang smiled and said lightly: "If you don't have the strength, don't challenge in front of this seat, otherwise, you will only be embarrassed in the public."

Wei Yi was so angry that his teeth were shaking, and suddenly, he retracted his fist, took a few steps back, put one hand on his face, and let out a "hahaha" laughter.

"What's wrong?"

"Elder Wei won't be mad?"

The crowd whispered.

Suddenly, Wei Yi stopped laughing angrily, and said with a grim face: "Boy, you should be honored to be able to force Lao Tzu to use his trump card even if you die."

Jun Chang smiled and said, "A hole card?"

"brush!"

Wei Yiang stepped forward with his feet, slightly bent his bow, and tucked his hands in front of his abdomen, posing a movement similar to a horse stance.

"Hoohoo!"

Two energy groups appeared strangely, gathered between the palms of both hands, and began to continuously absorb the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth!

"I go!"

Jun Chang smiled upon seeing this, and secretly said: "It won't be Turtle Qigong, right?"

Li Qingyang said solemnly: "This is the unique martial art of the Holy Spring Sect, called Brilliant Golden Stone Fist!"

Jun Changxiao almost fell to the ground.

It's just a martial skill, with such a long name, it's really a talent!

And my second disciple, who even said it without pausing, is also a great talent!

Tucao returns to Tucao.

Jun Changxiao's face is solemn, after all, the two energy groups that gather spiritual energy are more and more powerful!

"This light..."

Li Qingyang forgot the name of the martial arts, and said after a while: "What are the stone fists, it seems to be a middle-level martial arts."

Each rank of martial arts will be subdivided into three sub-levels, namely - Beginner, Intermediate, and Advanced.

Although the Nine-Style Folding Wave Sword is only a low-grade beginner, if the ninth style is displayed, the power level can reach the first-grade ordinary!

Since Starfall Continent has a detailed division of martial arts, it definitely means that the higher the quality and rank, the stronger the martial arts.

"No!"

"Fanpin middle-level martial arts?!"

"This is in Qingyang City, but the market is priceless!"

"As expected of a disciple who came out of the Holy Spring Sect, he actually cultivated such a powerful martial skill!"

Amid the envious exclamations of the crowd, Wei Yiwu had already poised his fists to the extreme, and the two energy groups flashed dazzlingly!

"Hoohoo!"

A gust of wind suddenly rises on the stage of grievance!

"Oh my God!"

"What a strong momentum!"

"Is this the middle-level martial arts of Fanpin!!"

The warriors of all sects held their breaths and their eyes were full of astonishment.

"Boy!"

Wei Yi shouted angrily, "Death..."

Jun Changxiao took out a wooden comb, combed the messy hair and said, "The hairstyle is messed up, it's annoying."

"Pfft!"

All the warriors fell down.

Elder Wei showed his trump card, forming a gust of wind howling, he didn't care about his own safety, he was actually concerned about the hairstyle! !