Dream Picking Records

It must be said that Murong Bawang's physique and healing skills were extremely strong. After a day of recuperation, his surface injuries had almost recovered. Only the palm injury on his back was slightly painful.

Whenever he thought of Murong Bowang's sneak attack, he was filled with murderous intent and really wanted to skin him alive to avenge his hatred!

"He won't give up until I'm dead. Wait for me to fully recover in two days, and then we'll ambush him at the place he must pass through on his way back to the clan." Murong Bawang was filled with murderous intent.

"No need to trouble you two cousins, I'll deliver it to your door."

Murong Bowang's light voice, full of teasing, came from outside the cave.

Seeing no response from inside the cave, he continued, "You two cousins ​​won't come to see me? I'm very sad!"

"boom!"

The cave where Wang Xiao and his companions were hiding exploded with a loud bang. Murong Bowang blew the dust off his hands indifferently.

"I have been searching for you guys for a long time!"

"Also, who are you, this fake? You're not the illegitimate child, are you? Haha!"

He looked confident and sure of victory, and glanced at Wang Xiao casually.

"How did you find us?" Murong Bawang realized that something was wrong.

"Cousin, do you want to know? Go down and ask the King of Hell!"

In a flash, Murong Bowang appeared behind him like a ghost and slapped his wound.

The spiritual energy on his palm was boiling, and the space was distorted by it. The violent energy seemed to be able to annihilate everything. If it was not killed, it would lose half of its life.

"Do you want to succeed with the same trick a second time?"

Murong Bawang narrowly avoided it. He spoke easily, but his breathing was obviously uneven. After all, he was too seriously injured and needed a longer time to recuperate.

"As expected of the current Saint Son of our Murong family, your body and reactions are stronger than others."

Murong Bowang was not annoyed. He flicked his hand lightly and the boiling spiritual energy dissipated.

Seeing this, Wang Xiao teleported in front of him.

"Oh! You are really a bastard. You also know the magic of hiding your shadow! If I catch you, I don't know where Murong Dayan will put his face. I am so excited just thinking about it!"

"You are not allowed to insult my father!" Hearing his insults, Murong Bawang felt a surge of blood and a sweet taste rose up his throat. He looked at him viciously.

"It seems that I was right. Look how anxious you are, cousin." Murong Bowang yawned and stretched lazily.

"Don't you know how to respect your elders, you uneducated thing?"

"What did you say! How dare you say I have no manners? You bastard, how dare you say that to me!"

Murong Bowang immediately exploded, roaring hysterically, and slashed out five palm strikes in a row. Whole tracts of trees turned to ashes in the loud noise.

After Wang Xiao blocked his attack, he continued, "You didn't even greet your cousin when you met him, and you even dared to insult your elders. You are an unfilial person. Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your parents."

"Ah! Give me your life!"

In order to prevent him from escaping, Wang Xiao adopted a close combat strategy. In the eyes of the other party, his behavior was tantamount to hitting a rock with an egg, purely seeking death.

"Haha, you, a wandering bastard, dare to compete with me in terms of your physical strength? I want you to understand the difference between a phoenix and a sparrow!" Murong Bowang was quite confident in his physical body that he had honed in the clan. In his eyes, he seemed to have seen the other party's broken bones and tendons, kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

Murong Bawang knew very well how strong his cousin's body was, and he couldn't help but worry about the brother he had just met.

"Don't worry, your brother is invincible!"

Wang Xiao smiled and looked at the other person calmly after he finished speaking.

He is not afraid of anything compared to his physical body. He has been in the self-cultivation stage for ten years, and has suffered broken bones and tendons, and was struck by lightning. How can he not be strong?

It’s a good opportunity to fight with the second strongest man of the Murong family to test my own results.

The two figures then entangled with each other, and a purely physical battle began.

Murong Bowang's whole body was emitting black light, and his fists were as black as ink. He was like a bottomless abyss, swallowing up everything that stood in his way wherever his body went.

"This is the Mo Yuan body of my clan, brother, be careful!"

"Oh, it's too late!"

The only response he got was Wang Xiao's plain punch. The two of them flew backwards a hundred meters, and then collided strangely again the next second.

The two men used their full fighting skills and every punch hit the target.

Wang Xiao attacked in an orderly manner according to his rhythm, and Murong Bowang became more and more frightened. After dozens of rounds of hard fighting, not only did the opponent not get hurt, but the luster of his fists dimmed a lot.

Murong Bawang, who was watching the battle on the side, opened his mouth in surprise. He reduced his worries about him and focused on adjusting his physical condition.

"What's your special physique?"

Wang Xiao shook his head. He was just an ordinary body, and he had achieved today's strength through constant hard work.

"You fart!"

"You just need to practice more."

Wang Xiao's disdainful words made him even more furious. His whole body was shining with black light, and his momentum reached a new level. He originally thought that Wang Xiao would be surprised and scared, but he didn't expect that the other party would say murderous words again.

"That's pretty much it."

Wang Xiao started to get serious, raising his ordinary fist and punching. However, Murong Bowang felt unprecedented pressure from his ordinary fist.

He raised his fists above his head, but was bent at the waist by Wang Xiao's huge force.

As soon as one punch landed, another one followed. Murong Bowang, who was preparing for a full-scale counterattack, fell into a disadvantage.

Those were not even fists; every hit felt like a mountain falling on me.

"How is this possible?" He held on desperately, watching in horror as the blood continued to drip from his fist.

"Not bad. You're the first person I've met who has persisted this long."

"enough!"

He shouted angrily, trying to escape from the close combat. But how could Wang Xiao give him a chance? The other party knew the hidden shadow skill, and he had just learned it!

The two men followed Murong Bowang like a shadow. Wherever Murong Bowang went, they followed him and beat him so hard that he had no words to speak.

"Cousin, do you know your mistake?"

"Damn you, you bastard!"

Seeing that he was being stubborn, Wang Xiao slapped him in the face at a tricky angle.

The crisp sound of the slap stunned Murong Bowang.

"Do you know you were wrong?"

"I……"

"Snapped!"

Seeing his indignant look, Wang Xiao slapped him again before he could finish speaking.

"Do you know you were wrong?"

Murong Bowang kept silent and concentrated on dealing with the opponent's attack, but he was slapped in the face again by the opponent.

After three slaps, his face was swollen and he felt dizzy.

"Cousin, apologize to your cousin quickly and he will forgive you." Murong Ba Wang laughed out loud and even his breathing became disordered.

"Ah! You two are going too far!"

Murong Bowang was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood, his hair was disheveled and he went crazy, and finally broke free from Wang Xiao's grip.

"Do you dare to take the strongest blow from my Mo Yuan body? I will let you understand what the strongest physical body is!"

"Please go ahead, cousin. I will take over."

"puff!"

Every time he heard being addressed as his cousin, he got angrier, and not even the black light could cover up his blushing face.

"Then you can take it."

Murong Bowang's left hand returned to normal. He bit his finger and smeared the blood on his right palm. All the black light in his body gathered on his right fist. The blackness was almost comparable to Wang Xiao's black brick.

That’s not all. His right palm was boiling again, but it was covered by the black light.

He is quietly brewing a shocking attack!

Murong Bowang thought that his little trick could deceive Wang Xiao unexpectedly. In fact, Wang Xiao was not stupid. After knowing what kind of person Murong Bowang was, he did not think that the other party would use the strongest physical attack to fight him head-on.

Wang Xiao silently practiced the self-cultivation chapter of the stone tablet in the Purple Sea Bamboo Forest - the transformation of the physical body. A layer of clear light quietly covered his fist.

The two men each had their own thoughts, and in this seemingly normal manner, they engaged in their final physical collision.

"It's the Xuanyin Divine Palm!" When Murong Bawang discovered it, it was too late, and it was too late to warn.