Xuanhuan: My practice is infinitely upgraded

Pu Xingyu choked back the words that came to his lips.

Qi and blood surged, and the majestic power of Qi and blood made the air around him start to stir.

"Boy! You are courting death!"

He drew his knife out of its sheath.

With a kick, his figure also burst out.

Shrouded in arrogance, the two slammed into each other like raging giant beasts.

Jiang Heng's strength in the early stage of the sixth level is as high as 6 jin, plus the 3.2 times explosive power increase of the entry-level Xuan-level [Broken Mountain Fist].

It has an explosive power of 20 jin!

Although it is only slightly stronger than Pu Xingyu.

But Jiang Heng's physical strength was more than stronger than the opponent's.

"boom!"

The blade was facing the fist, and the violent air wave centered on the two of them and slapped away in all directions.

Jiang Heng remained motionless.

Pu Xingyu's sword almost collapsed, and he took a step back.

The two judged each other.

Everyone in the audience was in an uproar.

"Jiang Heng's explosive power is even stronger than Pu Xingyu's!"

"Physical, physical, and strength are all at the top of the physical realm! What a monster-like boy!"

"Currently, he is still young and his cultivation is limited. Once he reaches the tenth level of physical body cultivation, he is definitely expected to compete for the championship of the Zongmen Grand Competition!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an exclamation immediately.

You know, being able to become an outer disciple of the Great Luo Sect is already a top genius in the eyes of ordinary people.

And the Zongmen Grand Competition is the strongest who stands out among the nearly [-] talented outer disciples on the Eighth Peak!
on the ring.

The two didn't pay any attention to the discussion of the audience.

Jiang Heng raised his hand and looked.

I saw a faint red mark appearing on my three knuckles.

"Your weapon is good, it actually made my hand feel a little pain."

"Come again!"

Jiang Heng rushed forward, punching again!

Pu Xingyu's right hand holding the knife trembled slightly, his eyes were full of shock.

What others don't know is that the long knife in his hand is a treasure-level weapon!

Blowing hair and breaking hair, cutting iron like mud, it's all easy.

In the face of ordinary mortal weapons, even a hundred-forged soldier can easily cut them off.

But now, in the case of a head-on collision, only a faint red mark was left on Jiang Heng's hand.

Is this kind of powerful and invincible physique really something that can be possessed by the physical body?

Pu Xingyu's thoughts were complicated, but facing Jiang Heng rushing up again, he could only raise his knife to meet him.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The two collided violently in succession!
The invisible shock wave raged wildly all around!
The earth collapsed, and the air waves rolled!
Finally, the long knife in Pu Xingyu's hand collapsed, and the empty door opened wide.

Jiang Heng slammed down another punch, hitting him in the chest.

Pu Xingyu vomited blood, and flew out backwards.

Jiang Heng refused to let go, and chased after him with a single movement of his feet.

The left hand grabbed Pu Xingyu's hair to stop his retreat, and the right hand punched him several times in a row.

"bump!"

"bump!"

"bump!"

Let go, and let Pu Xingyu's body collapse to the ground.

In my mind, the system prompt sounded in due course.

"Ding! Win the battle and get 100 potential points."

The deacon jumped up and came to Pu Xingyu's side. After briefly checking his injuries, he announced:

"The winner - Jiang Heng!"

"From today onwards, Jiang Heng will become the new champion!"

The cheers of the onlookers suddenly exploded!

At this time.

"It's just the master of the duel arena. People who don't know who won the Zongmen Grand Competition!"

A disdainful word came from outside the ring.

Everyone turned their heads and immediately saw the ugly boy standing not far from Meng Lingxiu.

Meng Lingxiu quietly moved aside.

Jiang Heng, who was about to step down, also cast his gaze on the past.

The audience in the audience let out a continuous exclamation at this time.

"He is Qi Peng! No. 1 Qi Peng in the outer sect!"

"Why did he come to watch the duel in the ring? Given his level, he shouldn't be interested."

"Interesting! Qi Peng, No.1 in the outer sect, seems to be provoking Jiang Heng?"

"Will there be a fight?"

"With Qi Peng's strength, the current Jiang Heng is by no means his opponent."

Hearing everyone's discussion, Qi Peng raised his head even higher, and looked at Jiang Heng on the ring with an extremely disdainful look.

"Jiang Heng, I heard that you bullied Meng Lingxiu yesterday."

"I would like to see if you, who are so arrogant and rude, can block my sword?"

Meng Lingxiu on the side clenched her fists and gave Qi Peng a hard look.

Jiang Heng's eyes were calm, with a vague smile on his face.

"You are Qi Peng, the champion of last year's Eighth Peak Sect Grand Competition?"

The Zongmen Grand Competition is a competition held by each peak as a unit, and it is actually not the No. 1 outer sect of the entire Daluozong.

But people in sedan chairs carry people, and everyone generally directly calls the champion of the Zongmen Grand Competition No. 1 in the outer sect.

Jiang Heng pointed it out on purpose, just to suppress his arrogance a little bit.

Qi Peng's expression froze.

With a high heart and arrogance, seeing Jiang Heng's casual attitude, he only felt that his heart was inexplicably angry, and he suddenly shouted in a cold voice:
"That's right!"

"Jiang Heng, don't just bully girls, do you have the guts to fight me?"

Meng Lingxiu on the side focused her eyes and glanced at Qi Peng again.

Murderous!
Qi Peng was startled, turned his head to look, but only saw Meng Lingxiu's frost-covered side face.

He looked around again in surprise.

Not finding the source of the murderous intent, he turned his head to look at Jiang Heng on the ring, waiting for the other party's response.

"it is good!"

Jiang Heng replied casually.

"One month later, it will be the Zongmen Grand Competition. At that time, we will have a formal battle in front of everyone."

"Or, if you are not sure about entering the final battle again, half a month later, it will still be here, and you and I will have a decisive battle."

"Choose one!"

Qi Peng was taken aback.

What he originally thought was to have a duel now.

But since Jiang Heng's words have come to this point, it is not easy for him to raise conditions.

Besides, Jiang Heng had just fought a battle.

Even if he wins, others will think that he is taking advantage of others' danger and winning without force.

"Then I'll keep you for another month, see you on the ring then!"

"However, even if you can't enter the final battle, I will fight with you alone."

"No matter how clever you are, you can't escape this battle!"

After speaking, he turned and left chicly.