My dantian has dragon balls

Puchi!

Sure enough, in the vast white fog, a sharp sword light struck from behind Huang Xiongshi!

In an instant, heavy fog started!Body hidden!The sword appears!

This Chang Wei was so ferocious that he did it in one go, giving his opponent almost no time to react.

"Tips for carving insects."

Faced with such a dangerous offensive, Huang Xiongshi seemed extremely calm. He suddenly turned around and condensed his true energy into a shield in his hand, resisting the sword attack with incomparable accuracy.

clang!

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, the zhenqi shield was safe and sound, and the sword light shattered inch by inch. At the same time, a muffled groan sounded in the mist. It was obvious that Chang Wei was slightly injured by the huge force backlash.

Seeing that the attack failed, Chang Wei quickly fell silent and hid in the mist again, trying to find a second chance for a sneak attack.

"Sneaky, I really thought I couldn't do anything to you! Lion King Qigong!"

Huang Xiongshi took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and suddenly let out a loud roar that shook the earth and shook all directions.

Roar!Roar!Roar!

A sound wave visible to the naked eye centered on him and swept out in all directions. The thick fog was swept away like wind and residual clouds. In the corner of the ring, Chang Wei was holding a scimitar and looking at him with eagerness.

"I'll see where you hide this time!"

Huang Xiongshi didn't stop at all. Amidst the roar, he swooped forward, flipped his fists and feet, and unleashed an unprecedented violent wind, all of which hit Chang Wei's body.

It was like being hit with a rubber ball. Before Chang Wei could react, his body was punched dozens of times. All his clothes were shattered and he was swept off the ring.

When Chang Wei stood up from the ground, he found that except for the chaos in his whole body, he did not suffer any fatal injuries. He knew that Huang Xiongshi had shown mercy, so he hurriedly bowed his hands and said, "Thank you, Mr. Huang, for showing mercy. I am willing to take the advantage."

"What a lion king qigong. Huang Lao's majesty is still as strong as before."

City Lord Xia Hongyuan immediately sighed in admiration when he saw Huang Xiongshi's clean victory.

Many onlookers couldn't help but applaud, and were impressed by Huang Xiongshi's methods.

"Hahaha, thank you City Lord for the compliment. I was lucky enough to win the game."

Huang Xiongshi laughed heartily and his tone was slightly modest, but everyone saw the beaming expression on his face, obviously extremely proud of this victory.

At this moment, Wu Xiuyi, the head of the Wu family, stood up.

"Whoosh!"

He kicked off the ground with both feet, soared into the sky, and landed firmly on the ring. His eyes met Huang Xiongshi's, as if sparks were surging.

"Huang Lao's "Lion King Qigong" is indeed profound."

Wu Xiuyi cupped her fists and grinned: "If you beat me, the championship reward will be yours."

"The Iron Pen King of Hell, Wu Xiuyi!"

When Huang Xiongshi saw the person coming, his expression couldn't help but change, and his eyes became slightly solemn.

"It's all friends in the world who think highly of Wu. I deserve the title of King of Hell."

Wu Xiuyi shook her head and said.

"Okay! Rumor has it that you are amazing with the stylus. I have long wanted to learn from you. Today, the city lord happens to be witnessing it. Let's compete!"

After Huang Xiongshi finished speaking, his feet shot like cannonballs. After a few ups and downs, he arrived in front of Wu Xiuyi and punched out. The ups and downs were like a lion fighting a rabbit. The punches were like thunder and anger. The true energy turned into an iron fist, which was enough to penetrate the rock wall. .

Heavenly martial arts, Lion King Fist!

With this punch, he defeated countless opponents. Even a piece of steel would be smashed into a discus by him.

"hey-hey."

A strange smile suddenly appeared on Wu Xiuyi's face, and an iron pen appeared in his hand. It didn't dodge, it was not fancy, and the tip of the pen pierced Huang Xiongshi's throat.

This assassination can only be described in four words.

quick!allow!ruthless!poison!

It's completely a strategy of perish together.

"You are crazy!"

Huang Xiongshi was shocked. He didn't expect Wu Xiuyi to be so crazy. He planned to die together as soon as they fought.

Wu Xiuyi was crazy, but he was not crazy. He immediately withdrew his fist and retreated quickly, narrowly avoiding the assassination attempt.

He didn't let out a sigh of relief until he retreated to the edge of the ring. His back was soaked with cold sweat, and he looked at Wu Xiuyi with a fearful expression.

"hiss!"

Everyone under the ring gasped. They didn't expect Wu Xiuyi to be so crazy and desperate for his life.

"This one with the surname Wu is a bit interesting."

Butler Wang's eyes showed approval and said: "If I guess correctly, he is practicing the long-lost "Death-Destroying Judge's Pen". To practice this kind of martial arts, you must have the courage to move forward and be fearless of life and death." Courage, one stroke, is like the king of hell demanding life, one strike will kill you."

"What kind of martial arts is this? They are obviously going to die together."

Lin Qingwan's beautiful eyes widened and she said in disbelief: "Even if he was able to kill the Huang Xiong Lion just now, wouldn't he himself also be killed by the Huang Xiong Lion?"

"No, no, no."

Steward Wang shook his head, "The life-killing judge's pen is a kind of preemptive aura. Look at Wu Xiuyi's murderous intent. Huang Xiongshi didn't dare to fight. Now he is timid and full of flaws. According to the old slave's judgment, , in ten more moves, Huang Xiongshi will definitely be defeated."

"It seems so."

After Lin Qingwan listened, she nodded in understanding.

Whoosh whoosh! !

On the ring, the two men fought extremely fiercely.

Every stroke of Wu Xiuyi's strokes is a way of dying together.

Although Huang Xiongshi is over 80 years old, he obviously hasn't lived enough yet, so he naturally refuses to fight him and just avoids him.

Finally, while continuously retreating, he revealed a flaw.

"kill!"

Wu Xiuyi suddenly shouted loudly, the stylus in his hand was as fast as a meteor, lightning struck, and with a pop, it instantly pierced Huang Xiongshi's shoulder.

"The Iron Pen King of Hell is indeed worthy of his reputation. I admit defeat. Thank you very much for not killing me."

Huang Xiongshi backed away continuously, covering his wound with a bitter smile.

He knew that Wu Xiuyi had no murderous intention just now, otherwise that stroke would not have penetrated the shoulder, but the heart.

"Huang Lao said seriously, I can win, it's just a trick."

Wu Xiuyi smiled slightly.

"No matter what, you won. The championship belongs to you. I say goodbye."

Huang Xiongshi clasped his fists and jumped off the ring with a face full of unwillingness.

"Who else wants to come up and challenge? If not, I will take the reward."

Wu Xiuyi put away her stylus and looked down at the audience. Many people who met his eyes turned away guiltily.

If anyone dares to compete with such a life-threatening person, wouldn’t that mean his life is too long?

"Steward Wang, no one dares to take the stage. Is it your turn to take action?"

A look of expectation appeared on Lin Qingwan's face. Although Wu Xiuyi was very strong, she was full of confidence in Butler Wang.

"Of course!"

Steward Wang smiled and nodded. He was in the elementary level of divine martial arts. This kind of martial arts competition was like child's play to him.

He was about to walk out of the crowd and onto the ring when suddenly, a cold voice sounded.