Chapter 1505: Boxer

In the past, when Pei Junlin was still in the realm of true gods, his understanding of these boxing techniques could not reach a higher level. After all, at that time his strength limited Pei Junlin's imagination.

But now Pei Junlin has been advancing all the way, and his strength has climbed to the realm of the real king. Looking back and playing these punches and palms, Pei Junlin made a new discovery. He finally understood why the boxing master Wang Chao was able to break into the starry sky and run amok, even people at the emperor level. was broken by him.

Both boxing and palming are the embodiment of one's own will, and boxing and palming are the extension of will. After understanding this truth, Pei Junlin couldn't help admiring him even more.

The boxing master Wang Chao's boxing power is simply at its peak, unprecedented.

It's just that Pei Junlin doesn't know where the boxing master Wang Chao has gone, and whether he can follow in his footsteps in this starry sky.

A wooden sculpture was suspended in mid-air, which was given to Pei Junlin by Tang Shaobai, a descendant of the boxing master Wang Chao at that time. It's a wood carving, it's the boxing sage king's super true self punching, the carving is lifelike, and it contains a profound philosophy.

If Pei Junlin didn't pay much attention to this woodcarving at the beginning, but looking back now, I found that this woodcarving is the most important treasure. A simple piece of woodcarving, although the material is very common and can be taken everywhere, but the above contains Some textures and artistic conceptions have been used by Pei Junlin throughout his life.

After a few sets of boxing techniques, Pei Junlin's body sweated slightly. With his current strength of the real king realm, there were very few people who could make his body sweat. Even if it was a life-and-death struggle, Pei Junlin could keep his body's energy and hard work from leaking out, but after a few sets of punches, Pei Junlin's pores could not lock the sweat, which was incredible.

Pei Junlin sat down cross-legged to calm his mind, his eyes resting on the wood carving of boxing master Wang Chao. Although it was dark in the middle of the night, Pei Junlin's eyes shone with two dazzling rays of light on the wood carving.

The more he looked, the more fascinated he became. Pei Junlin seemed to have entered some kind of mysterious realm. He sat there in the middle of the night. When Zhang Huizi walked into the yard the next morning, he found that Pei Junlin was still sitting there.

Seeing that Pei Junlin was motionless, without even a breath of life, Zhang Huizi let out a cry of surprise. He is a master of the realm of the true king. It is strange that he can't feel Pei Junlin's breath of life at such a close distance.

But soon, a strand of Pei Junlin's hair moved slightly, and his whole body quickly came alive. At this time, a gust of wind blew a few leaves from the big tree in the yard, but when these leaves were about to fall on Pei Junlin's head, they suddenly encountered the existence of some mysterious force, and they were instantly shattered into nothingness. Die out.

Where the leaves disappeared, space cracks and black swirls appeared. In other words, the moment these leaves were about to fall on Pei Junlin, they seemed to be completely swallowed by some mysterious force.

Zhang Huizi is a master herself, and her vision is naturally extraordinary, but she opened her mouth in shock when she saw all kinds of visions on Pei Junlin's body.

Pei Junlin seemed to be unaware that the wooden carving fell into Pei Junlin's palm, and he hung it directly around his neck.

"Is it time yet? Let's go over to that one now and see if there is any opponent today." Pei Junlin stood up with a big horse and a golden knife, looking energetic like a fierce lion.

But just when Pei Junlin was about to push the door, the door opened automatically, and a woman walked in from the outside. Pei Junlin and Zhang Huizi were both dumbfounded when they saw this woman.

The woman who came to the door was not an ordinary woman, but someone who made Pei Junlin tremble with fear. Pei Junlin, who was fierce just now, was like a lion, but his body's aura immediately weakened by half.

"Senior Sister Fang..." Pei Junlin hastily cupped his hands at the woman in white.

Pei Junlin, who bowed his head and bent over, could see the three-inch golden lotus exposed under the long skirt, wrapped in snow-white boots, spotless. It was only then that Pei Junlin discovered that Fang Zhiqing's feet did not touch the ground when she was walking, and her whole body was suspended above the ground, but the distance was so small that ordinary people could not detect it.

"You are qualified to call me Senior Sister." Fang Zhiqing's voice was lukewarm, but there was an air of refusal from others thousands of miles away.

Pei Junlin felt like a light was on his back, as if countless steel needles were piercing towards him in the air around him, even his face ached.

"I heard something recently. You caused trouble outside and were targeted by Zhou Ying of your Taiyi Immortal Sect." Fang Zhiqing spoke slowly, but every word was like a heavy hammer beating a drum. .

Pei Junlin did not expect that Fang Zhiqing even knew about this matter, but for a giant like him, he couldn't hide all the information from him.

"That Zhou Ying old thief must have been staring at a certain treasure on my body and never forgetting it, so he started chasing me, but it was because of my good luck that I escaped a few times." Pei Junlin hurriedly half-true Said to Fang Zhiqing half falsely.

He noticed that Fang Zhiqing had an imperceptible smile on the corner of Fang Zhiqing's mouth when she heard him say the words "too good luck".

"After Yang Du died, some things on him should have some value to you, but the ink mountain and river fan left a ray of Yang Du's spiritual imprint..." Fang Zhiqing looked at Pei Junlin and said.

The other party didn't open their mouths to beg to keep silent at the most critical moment, but Pei Junlin naturally knew what it meant. Turning over his palm, an ivory folding fan appeared in his hand.

This folding fan is Yang Du's personal treasure, the Ink Mountain and River Fan, in which there are two core formations of Wangchuanhe and Qingshan, but now that these two core formations have been destroyed by Pei Junlin, this fan has become empty of a thing.

This thing was of little use to Pei Junlin, so he naturally gave it back to Fang Zhiqing. It's just a thing that you don't need, and you can get a favor for nothing by giving it to others, so why not do it?

The moment the ink mountain and river fan reached Fang Zhiqing's white jade palm, Fang Zhiqing's expression changed slightly. Because he could feel that the lingering mental imprint left by Yang Du was imprisoned, but soon Fang Zhiqing relaxed her brows lightly.

But that's not the end of the calculation, because Fang Zhiqing soon discovered that the two core formations in the ink mountain and river fan had all disappeared, and there was only a deep rift where the Wangchuan River should have existed. , as if being split open by the human body and rising from the ground.

Seeing this surprising scene, Fang Zhiqing couldn't help but give Pei Junlin a weird look, but it was just a small Wangchuan River, and Fang Zhiqing didn't pay attention to it yet.

What surprised Fang Zhiqing the most was the imprisoned spiritual brand, because a pale golden light group appeared outside the spiritual brand. At first glance, this golden ball of light was a bit unusual, but after careful observation, Fang Zhiqing was able to perceive the mystery in it.

Because this light group is pure spiritual energy, it can actually supplement the power of the spiritual brand, which is shocking to the world. This kind of method, even Fang Zhiqing, who has already stepped into the realm of a saint with half a foot, can't do it.

But Pei Junlin did it, which made Fang Zhiqing feel surprised and surprised.

"I heard that there are still some conflicts between you and He Yundong. He even threatened to beat you to death in public in the arena?" Fang Zhiqing did not leave immediately after getting the things, but stood in the yard talking to Pei Junlin.

Zhang Huizi, who was standing in the corner, was already terrified, because he never thought that a giant like Fang Zhiqing would actually communicate with Pei Junlin face to face.

According to his thinking, a person like Fang Zhiqing should sit high on the clouds, while a person like him should just crawl under his feet.

Zhang Huizi, who didn't even dare to get angry, saw Pei Junlin and Fang Zhiqing chatting with ease at this time. The discussion of peers had indeed shocked his three views.

You must know that since he worshiped Li Qiubai as his teacher, the number of times Zhang Huizi established Qiubai Shengsheng has been counted on his fingers. Every time he sees Li Qiubai, who is also his master, he can only see a back in the distant time and space.

You can see the face-to-face conversation between Pei Junlin and Fang Zhiqing, which Zhang Huizi can't understand at all.

"It's just some small conflicts, which can be resolved at any time." Pei Junlin frowned slightly. In fact, he knew that the conflicts with He Yundong could not be resolved at all.

Even if he wants to take a step back at this time, but, is He Yundong willing to let it go? After all, Pei Junlin heard He Yundong's wild words with his own ears.

Even if He Yundong is willing to let it go, He An standing behind him will never let his face be damaged. So this time, the relationship between himself and He An was definitely forged. Pei Junlin had already made up his mind that once he met He Yundong in the ring, he would never show mercy.

"Once you meet that He Yundong in the ring, I suggest you not show mercy." After Fang Zhiqing left a sentence, her body disappeared on the spot, turned into a wisp of green smoke, and flew into the sky.

Even Pei Junlin felt that such a method had no trace and was mysterious, but he was not too surprised. He was not surprised that someone like Fang Zhiqing was even stronger than some semi-holy-level powerhouses.

This kind of people are at the level of dragons and phoenixes among people, and they are completely unbelievable. Everyone has a huge background and origin behind them, and they are surrounded by a lot of opportunities and luck.

"Pei Junlin... have you known Senior Sister Fang before?" Zhang Huizi looked at Pei Junlin with some envy and said.

Originally, he thought that he and Pei Junlin were grasshoppers on the same rope, but now he suddenly found that Pei Junlin's hole cards were far higher than his own. This huge gap made it difficult for Zhang Huizi to accept for a while.