Rebirth of the strongest Immortal Venerable - Chapter 361

Chapter 361 You Are Too Weak

“Eat my Xingyi Quan and blow you up!”

Mu coldly yelled, and the whole person jumped up, like a tiger descending the mountain, and in an instant, he appeared in front of Lin Feng, smashed with a punch, the momentum was majestic and mighty.

Xingyi twelve boxing, dragon, tiger, monkey, horse, kun, chicken, harrier, swallow, snake, bird platform, eagle, bear, among which dragon and tiger are the most powerful and domineering.

What Mu made was the tiger-shaped fist in Xingyiquan, which opened and closed like a tiger, tearing apart all its prey.

“Xingyiquan?”

A gleam of light flashed in Lin Feng’s dark eyes, and he was quite interested in the ancient Chinese boxing technique-Xingyiquan.

Tai Chi does not go out for ten years, Xingyi beats people to death in one year.

He wanted to see what’s so subtle about this Xingyiquan?

Lin Feng raised his hand slightly and stretched out a fist, but only used 40% of his strength!

In an instant, fists collided.

Bang–

With a muffled sound, Lin Feng and Mu each stepped back!

“Kill!” Mu was murderous, fierce like a tiger, slammed his feet on the ground, banged, and flew towards Lin Feng like a cannonball.

At the foot, earth and rocks splashed, and a pit with a diameter of one meter appeared.

Mu’s eyes were gloomy, and in an instant, he blasted three punches, very fast.

Lin Feng unhurriedly threw out his fists and blasted his fists, and his strength also increased slowly with Mu’s attack intensity, 50%, 60%——

In a blink of an eye, five or six rounds passed!

On the surface, Lin Feng was suppressed by Mu and was at a disadvantage!

However, in fact, Lin Feng was observing in secret the moves of the tiger-shaped boxing and the methods of exerting strength and luck.

On the side, the old man with the hook nose and others couldn’t help but laughed, all showing disdain.

“Haha. The so-called Junior Grandmaster is nothing more than that!”

“Ying Lao said that the rumors outside are all false and unreliable-what a shit young master, but scum!”

“Young Master Tianzong’s capital is extraordinary, and he will naturally sweep all enemies!”

——

“Haha. Lin Feng, hillbilly, if you only have this ability, then I’m sorry, the battle can be over.”

“Look at me finally hitting you with one punch!”

Mu Yi was very energetic, smiled arrogantly, and let out a tiger roar in his mouth, his anger was powerful, spread all over the fields, the birds and beasts in the mountains and forests were all startled and panicked.

Tiger Broken Mountain!

This is the most powerful move that Mu can master in the tiger-shaped boxing.

Mu threw out his fist, letting out his inner strength, lingering on his fist, vaguely turning into a tiger’s head, roaring.

“Is it the ultimate punch?”

Lin Feng whispered softly, raised his hand slightly, and blasted out a punch.

In an instant, the two collided with fists!

boom!

With a muffled noise, Lin Feng took three steps backwards, steadying his figure, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

This time, he didn’t remove Mu’s fist strength, allowing his fist strength to hit and enter his arm, so that he could comprehend.

“I see!”

In an instant, Lin Feng had an insight into all the mysteries of the tiger-shaped boxing, by analogy.

In his eyes, Xingyi Quan no longer has any secrets.

Xingyiquan uses the shape as the fist, the mind as the god, the god to impere the energy, and the energy to promote the force.

With Lin Feng’s vision and experience, he reversed the Xingyi Quan in an instant, returned to the ancestors, and realized the ancient tiger-shaped boxing.

“Hehe, Lin Feng, how many more punches you can take me?”

Seeing the bleeding from the corner of Lin Feng’s mouth, Mu Yangtian laughed wildly, stamped his foot on the ground, and killed him again, his fist condensed into a tiger’s head and roared.

“It’s also time to end!”

Lin Feng sighed lightly, his arm shook slightly, and instantly resolved Mu’s fist strength, raised his head slightly, glanced at Mu, and said faintly:

“Want to see a real tiger-shaped fist?”

The voice falls!

boom–

Lin Feng stamped his feet on the ground, and his whole body jumped up, and a tiger roar came out from his mouth, his power, I don’t know how many times stronger than Mu, just like the king of beasts passing through the forest, the wind and clouds change, the mountains shake.

When the birds and beasts in the forest heard it, they all trembled and fled in a hurry.

This is the real Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest!

In midair, Lin Feng blasted out with a punch!

On the fist, a phantom tiger head is condensed!

And his whole person is gradually illusory, faintly turning into a three-foot-tall black tiger with hanging eyes, raising its giant claws, as if to smash the mountains and the earth, with amazing power.

“You, you–how can you get a tiger fist?”

When Mu saw Lin Feng use his tiger-shaped fist, his face changed abruptly, and he exclaimed.

“Stupid! Isn’t the world the only one who knows tiger boxing?”

“No matter what hole cards you have, you will undoubtedly die today! Kill—”

Mu Ruthlessly gritted his teeth, output with all his strength, and smashed his punch.

“This, this is—”

On the side, the old man named Ying Hook nose and ten super-class masters, seeing this scene, felt the terrifying power of Lin Feng’s fist, his face changed abruptly, his eyes were almost staring out, and his face was full of horror. With a strong shock and disbelief, he cried out in shock.

Tiger fist?

It’s just that this kid’s tiger-shaped fist seems a little different, and the breath is really terrifying!

The old man with Hook nose was terrified, and asked himself that even if it was him, he might not be able to take it, and he would be seriously injured if he died.

But he couldn’t understand why Lin Feng’s tiger-shaped fist was so ferocious with the same move?

Compared with him, the young master is simply a baby!

“Young Master, flash, irresistible!”

The soul of the old man with the hook nose was horrified, and his heart was shocked. He suddenly shouted, his figure flashed, and he quickly supported!

Unfortunately, it is too late.

In an instant, Lin Feng and Mu Quanquan collided.

This is the collision of ancient tiger-shaped fist and tiger-shaped fist!

boom–

Click ——

A muffled sound, a crisp sound!

Blood blossoms in mid-air!

A figure was struck by lightning, and its arm had already been broken, and the whole body was like a kite with a broken line, shooting towards the ground, its arm had already been broken!

boom–

Mu was smashed into the ground, a large human-shaped pit appeared on the ground, gravel flying, broken tendons, vomiting blood, if it weren’t for a large amount of blood bodhi to strengthen the body, this punch alone would be enough to blow him up and turn it into a rain of blood. Mashed meat.

The ten super-class masters were all stunned when they saw this scene. After a moment of stunned, they only felt a cool air rushing to their foreheads along the soles of their feet, making their scalp numb and their souls horrified.

“Little Lord–”

The old man with a hook nose quickly flashed over and lifted Mu out of the huge humanoid pit.

Mu was covered in blood. He didn’t know how many bones had been broken. He was seriously injured. He stared at Lin Feng, with craziness and unwillingness in his eyes, and roared: “Tell me, why-your tiger-shaped fist is stronger than mine? ”

“Because you can’t, it’s too—weak!”

Lin Feng glanced at Mu and said lightly.

puff–

Hearing this, Mu’s face changed, his anger attacked his heart, and he vomited a bloody mouthful.

“By the way, I forgot to tell you, Tiger Boxing, I learned from you just now—”

Lin Feng sneered at the corner of his mouth, staring at Mu, and said lightly.

“What? Just now, you just—no, it’s impossible—poof—”

In an instant, Mu Xiang understood everything, angry and angry, and spit out another mouthful of blood.

Mu has always been proud of genius, arrogant and conceited, thinking that no one in the younger generation can be called a genius except him, but everything in front of him has completely shattered his pride.

He couldn’t accept it, he couldn’t believe it, and he didn’t want to believe it. In just a few rounds, he learned the tiger-shaped boxing, and the power he exerted was several times stronger than him?

How can this be?

He ate a few blood bodhi and raised his combat power to the level of Wu Zong, but he was blown by a punch by that hillbilly?

“This, this, this—”

Mu spit out blood again, and died of anger.