Awakening Identification Technique, Found That the Daughter is From the Future

Yan Wutai.

Zhao Yong narrowed his eyes and looked at Mo Fan.

After seeing Xu Jing's sword.

Zhao Yong already had some shadows in his heart.

He had reason to suspect that Mo Fan, like Xu Jing, also possessed a terrifying martial skill.

After all, having the courage to step onto the martial arts stage means that the opponent has a certain amount of confidence.

For him at the innate state.

Jueying's level of martial arts is indeed somewhat incomprehensible.

Because it is so powerful that it can tear apart the body's protective energy in an instant.

Let the originally strong defense of the body protector be in vain.

Even if one's cultivation level is advanced to innate, without the body-protecting energy, he is still only a body of flesh and blood after all.

Zhao Yong understood that if he underestimated the enemy, he might end up with Zhang Tong.

While Zhao Yong was thinking wildly, Mo Fan slowly stepped onto the martial arts platform, saluted and said, "Please enlighten me."

Zhao Yong frowned and asked intently: "Don't you use weapons?"

Mo Fan shook his head: "I am good at boxing."

Hearing this, Zhao Yong could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there are no weapons.

No matter how strong the boxing technique is, its power is not that great, at least it is impossible to tear his protective energy in an instant.

Even the Vajra Fist, which is the most difficult to comprehend in Chuan Gong Lou, is still inferior to Jue Ying in terms of explosive power.

Of course, Jueying is a bit like raising a sword. After a sword is passed, it is difficult to gather momentum and explode in a short time.

But Vajra Fist, relatively speaking, is a martial skill that consumes very little energy.

Even forged warriors can use the Vajra Art continuously, at least fighting for three or four minutes is not a big problem.

Coupled with the fact that Vajra Fist is extremely strong and has the power to open mountains and crack rocks, its overall ranking is even higher than Jueying.

However, compared with Jueying, the power of Vajra Fist is still a little bit weaker.

Even if he is negligent in defending himself and has the strength to protect his body, it is impossible to be instantly killed by a single punch.

The biggest difference between a congenital martial artist and a forged body martial artist lies in the innate qi.

Body forging warriors can only simply introduce spirits into their bodies, use spiritual energy to cleanse their bodies, and strengthen themselves.

As for the innate warriors, after the forged body reaches the limit, they use great perseverance to communicate with their spiritual power, and open up a sea of ​​​​qi similar to a double space in their bodies.

The function of Qihai is very simple.

It can transform the spiritual energy inhaled into the body into innate qi suitable for the human body to mobilize.

With the innate qi, whether it is durability or explosive power, a qualitative leap will be achieved.

The so-called body-protecting qi is to condense the innate qi on the body surface to form an invisible protective shield.

Generally speaking, it is difficult for a body-forging martial artist to break through the body-protecting qi on the surface of an innate martial artist, which is one of the reasons for the obvious difference in strength between the two.

If you can't even break the defense, how can you fight?

Thinking of these, Zhao Yong instantly felt relieved.

As soon as his thoughts became clear, he laughed at himself.

He laughed at himself for being too cautious.

Take a step back.

Even if Mo Fan has mastered Jueying, so what?

As long as you don't underestimate the enemy, it is impossible for the opponent to kill him instantly with a sword.

Since he couldn't kill him instantly with a single blow, he could turn the tables.

What's more, the young man in front of him is only practicing boxing.

To him, the mere boxing method did not threaten him at all.

On the other side, seeing Zhao Yong standing still, Mo Fan couldn't help frowning and repeated: "Please enlighten me."

Zhao Yong's thoughts were pulled back.

His expression froze, and he said in a deep voice: "Then, you have to be careful!"

Before the words fell, the innate qi in Zhao Yongqi's sea boiled instantly.

His qi and blood were throbbing, his heart was muffled, his muscles and bones were humming together, like the sound of thunder from tigers and leopards, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, bringing endless oppression to people.

"Hiss! This breath..."

Even after a long distance, the melon-eaters under the Yanwu stage were startled by this terrifying aura.

"This oppressive feeling is simply incomprehensible. Even if it doesn't target me, it still makes me fearful, and my legs are weak..." Someone was sweating coldly, and had the urge to turn around and leave.

"Is this a congenital warrior? When will I be able to achieve this level..." Someone sighed, full of yearning.

"No, Zhang Tong didn't seem to be so strong just now..." Someone was puzzled and completely puzzled.

"Brother Zhao is much stronger than Zhang Tong, the two are not at the same level at all." Someone explained.

"Even in the outer sect, Brother Zhao is well-known, and he is expected to be promoted to the inner sect in the future."

"So that's how it is..." Everyone was stunned.

"In this case, wouldn't Mo Fan be unlucky?"

"No way, Senior Brother Zhao is too strong, Mo Fan is really unlucky to meet him..."

"Yes, Mo Fan still has a certain chance of winning against Zhang Tong, but against Senior Brother Zhao—"

Everyone sighed, lamenting that Mo Fan was unlucky.

Xu Jing, who was at the edge of the martial arts stage, began to sweat, her face full of anxiety.

Hearing the words from the audience vaguely, she couldn't help but blame herself a little.

At this moment, she automatically ignored the fact that Jueying's moves were endless, and she didn't hold back her hand at all.

"It would have been nice if Zhang Tong hadn't lost his fighting power at that time...

"According to the regulations, if you fail the promotion assessment, you have to wait at least half a year to apply for the assessment again..."

Thinking of this, Xu Jing blamed herself more and more.

"Should I, or should I, I'll wait another half a year?"

However, what Xu Jing didn't know was that Mo Fan, who was standing five meters away from Zhao Yong, didn't feel much.

Zhao Yong's outburst of oppression had no effect on him at all.

Mo Fan is not an ordinary Forged Body Warrior.

His physical strength is not weaker than that of an innate warrior.

Under the exercise of the dream, the mental power reached a terrifying level.

The oppressive power of a mere innate triple fighter can only affect him.

"Be careful!"

After Zhao Yong had finished charging, he stomped his feet on the ground, and rushed out like an arrow off the string, so fast that an afterimage appeared.

With a muffled snort, he came in front of Mo Fan in an instant, and with a flick of his thigh, he swung his tail like a dragon, bringing up a fierce wind, squeezing the air so loudly that it exploded.

"End!"

He swiped his leg, a confident smile on his face.

Although he practiced only third-rate martial arts.

However, his cultivation base is at least one big realm higher than Mo Fan's, and several small realms.

The gap in strength is so large, and the opponent has not mastered such a lethal and terrifying magic skill like Jue Ying.

If under such circumstances, he couldn't even defeat the enemy with one move, then he would be considered a dog in his life!

But soon, the smile on his face froze.

I saw that Mo Fan's reaction speed was frighteningly fast, as if he had predicted his attack, his body twisted at an incredible angle, and he barely escaped the blow.

Then, Zhao Yong saw a fist bursting with golden light, smashing hard towards his gate of life.

"Vajra Fist? It really is Vajra Fist!

"Unfortunately, even the Vajra Fist may not be able to completely break through my defense—"

However, just as Zhao Yong's thought came up, that huge golden fist came into close contact with him.

At this moment, he even heard a crisp click.

——That was the sound of the shattering energy of the body shield.

Boom!

The terrifying force directly sent Zhao Yong flying.

At this moment, his entire face was deformed, several teeth fell out, blood was flying, his head roared, he lost consciousness for a short time, and rolled on the ground several times.

The moment before he lost consciousness, there was only one thought in his mind:

"Is this really Vajra Fist? Since when did the body-forged fighters in the handyman's yard become so perverted?!"

At the same time, looking at Zhao Yong lying motionless on the ground, Mo Fan was full of surprise.

"So I'm so strong?"

(ps: I’m stuck, this chapter is very painful to write, so I’ll send it out first, the author packs up his mind and continues to work on the next chapter, don’t wait for an update, it’s going to be very late, read it tomorrow...)