Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

With a bang, the palm of the air hit Li Tuofeng firmly, and he flew out like a rag doll, fell to the ground and vomited blood, and couldn't get back up again.

The clothes on his body were burnt to pieces, his skin was torn apart, and blood flowed profusely. What's even more strange was that his skin was scorched black and covered with jujube-sized blisters.

"He seems to have been burned, what's going on!"

Many warriors felt cold all over their bodies, and their faces turned as white as paper. This scene was shocking.

Fighting is inevitable for warriors, they are all cruel and merciless, but such a tragic way of killing makes them feel terrified.

"What kind of magic power is this, it's so hot..."

Li Tuofeng forced his head up and asked with blood in his mouth, he had extensive burns, even if he was sent to the hospital immediately, he could not be cured.

"Let you die to understand that this old man has been sitting in the crater of Alcatraz's active volcano for twenty years, absorbing the energy and fire poison in the magma day and night for my use, and has developed an extremely hot breath..."

Lin Zhenyu stood proudly with his hands behind his back, looking down at Li Hump like an ant, with contemptuous eyes.

"Twenty years of absorbing the fire poison of magma...you have been tortured like this!"

Li Tuofeng's face was startled, and then he showed a little bit of admiration and relief, and sighed weakly: "Sure enough, if you want to pursue the supreme martial arts, you have to go through torture and suffering that ordinary people can't bear. Today, I won't complain about losing... "After finishing speaking, he tilted his head and died out of breath.

Northwest Martial Dao Dahao, veteran master of Huajing, fifth master on the list of gods, Li Tuofeng——dead!

The heroes are shocked!

The audience was completely silent!

Everyone stared in horror at the peerless and solitary figure on the mountain of shoes, and the bottom of their hearts set off turbulent waves!

Even if Lin Zhenyu pushed Huaxia horizontally back then, he was only in the top ten of the god list, and he should be on the same level as Li Tuofeng.

Even if he was stronger than Li Tuofeng, if he wanted to kill him, he would probably have to go through a long and protracted struggle.

But right now...

Lin Zhenyu killed Li Tuofeng with only one knife and one palm, which was clearly an instant kill!

Everyone can no longer guess the strength that Lin Zhenyu has shown, and I am afraid that he is only one step away from the divine realm.

"Absorbing the fire poison of magma, he actually thought of such a tricky and ruthless cultivation method!"

"He found another way, which is comparable to cultivating invisible power, and it's so difficult now!"

Zhao Yuankun and Wei Feilong gritted their teeth with hatred, but their eyes were fearful, and there was nothing they could do.

"Sigh, I didn't expect this beast to cultivate such a miraculous skill after twenty years of retreat..."

"I'm afraid that even Ye Zhantian, the God of War, won't be able to defeat him easily!"

Even Huo Qingtian hesitated, his face was solemn, his eyes flickered for a while, his heart was full of emotions, and he didn't have the confidence to win against Lin Zhenyu.

"Everyone, since the leader of the group arena is determined, although I am not talented, I still want to learn from the masters of the world's heroes!"

Lin Zhenyu's aura was surging like an abyss like an ocean, and he stood on top of a boulder like an abyss and a mountain.

"Anyone who wants to challenge the old man, just go on stage!"

His voice is like a bell, he is alone against hundreds of martial arts tyrants, but he has no fear, he looks at ease, like a peerless general who is invincible.

"How can he be the president of the Martial Arts Federation?"

"If this gets out, it will be the greatest disgrace to Chinese Martial Dao!" Many warriors and tycoons looked panic-stricken.

Although Lin Zhenyu is a master of martial arts, he has a close relationship with the big circle, and the big circle has done all kinds of evil things, such as human trafficking, arms smuggling, drug trafficking, how can such a person be the president of the Wushu Federation?

It's like a big joke.

But right now, the big joke is about to become a reality.

"Hmph, Lin Zhenyu, how can you be qualified to be the president of the Wulian Federation?" Hong Hetu stood up and shouted angrily.

"With this kind of villain, you are not allowed to talk about morals, just hack him to death!"

Zhang Mingli also stood up and shouted loudly.

"Hehe, little doll, you don't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth!"

Lin Zhenyu sneered, and flicked his fingers repeatedly, only to hear a few chi chi chi chi, several red finger lights pierced the air, and beat the crowd who were shouting and cursing.

"Ah! It hurts, it's so hot!"

"Ah! What is this!"

"I feel like my blood is going to burn dry, help me..."

For a moment, Hong Hetu, Zhang Mingli and the others screamed, some were on the verge of falling, some fell to the ground, and some flew out, rolling all over the ground in pain.

They are all warriors, their skills are good, and Xieshan is one or two kilometers away from the shore, but they can't hide at all, and they all got hit.

"River map!"

"Mingli!"

"What kind of exercise is this?"

Everyone screamed.

Impressively, I saw that although it was deep winter, the faces of those who were recruited were all flushed, blood vessels all over their bodies burst like earthworms, and billowing heat came out, steaming like white mist. Some even couldn't stand the heat and took off their clothes down.

"My Fire Poison True Qi is formed by condensing the fire poison hot gas deep in the magma. A single burst of hot gas can burn a living person into flying ashes. Now, it lurks in your body, and it burns every day. Days later, your blood will dry up, and you will eventually become a mummified corpse!"

Lin Zhenyu explained calmly.

After everyone heard it, they were all petrified as if struck by lightning. This method of death is simply too cruel.

"This fire poison, only I can use the secret method to remove it, no matter whether you are a master of medicine or a master of transformation, there is nothing you can do!"

Lin Zhenyu said calmly and slowly: "And only if you submit to me and respect me, I will spare your dog's life!"

Sure enough, Zhao Yuankun came to a wounded person and tried to use his true energy to remove the fire poison.

But after practicing for a long time, but there was no effect at all, he couldn't help shaking his head towards Wei Feilong and Huo Qingtian with despair and worry on his face.

"This villain is so powerful and arrogant!"

At this time, a martial artist looked at Huo Qingtian and said anxiously: "I'm afraid the only way to subdue this beast is to ask Senior Huo to take action!"

"Old Grandmaster Huo, please take action and suppress Lin Zhenyu, this villain!" The warriors shouted one after another.

Especially Zhang Wendao, Hong Junshan and other warriors whose heirs were planted with fire poison were even more anxious like ants on a hot pot, looking at Huo Qingtian imploringly, begging him to take action.

"Okay, this old man will have a game or two with Brother Lin!"

Huo Qingtian had no choice but to stand up and said in a loud voice: "However, Brother Lin came from afar, and we value peace. I want to adopt the method of literary combat, and just compete with each other."

"If I win, I ask Brother Lin to keep his promise and leave Huaxia after pulling out the fire poison for these juniors. If I lose, this old man will withdraw from the arena, hide his name, and never interfere in martial arts affairs!"

In fact, Huo Qingtian didn't have the confidence to win at all. This beast cultivated a different kind of true energy, and it was extremely fierce. If there was a mistake in the fierce battle, I'm afraid he would die unexpectedly.

And it happened that Hong Hetu and others also relied on Lin Zhenyu for treatment, so Huo Qingtian went down the donkey and only used the method of Wen Dou to compete in palm strength and true energy, which sounded logical and logical.

"Brother Huo, I just want to contribute to the revitalization of Huaxia's martial arts, and I don't want to hurt people. It's so good..."

Lin Zhenyu nodded and readily agreed.

He returned to Huaxia to serve as the president of the Huaxia Wushu Federation. Killing Li Tuofeng has already shocked the heroes and successfully established his prestige. There is no need to kill and make too many enemies.

"Okay, Brother Lin, to compete with you today is really a great joy in my life!"

Huo Qingtian let out a low shout, the figure flickered, and disappeared from the spot, like a torpedo splitting the water surface, pushing away two white waves, and in the blink of an eye, he had already arrived on the mountain of shoes, standing face to face with Lin Zhenyu.

"good!"

"pretty!"

"Grandmaster Huo is doing great!"

The audience on the bank burst into applause, and my brother looked excited, as if seeing a god.

Huo Qingtian's body is ghostly, and his speed is close to the speed of sound. He can hold Li Tuofeng by a margin, and can be evenly matched with Lin Zhenyu.

The voice gradually died down, and finally there was no sound.

Everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound, and stared intently at the two people on the island.

On one side is Huo Qingtian, an old-fashioned master who has the reputation of "Optimus Prime of the Central Plains" and is the second in the list of gods.

On one side is Lin Zhenyu, the No. 1 Overseas Master who has been cultivating in the crater for 20 years and brought fire into China.

These two people can be said to be Taishan Beidou-like figures in martial arts, so that everyone can only look up to them.

Now, the two top masters want to determine the world with one hand, and distinguish between high and low.

The air seemed to be stagnant, and everyone had difficulty breathing. Fascinated, nervous, worried, excited, excited, adored... all kinds of extremely complicated expressions changed one after another on everyone's faces.

"Grandmaster Lin, please!" Huo Qingtian's face was solemn, his eyes were cold, he clasped his fists with both hands, and saluted.

"Old Grandmaster Huo! First please!" Lin Zhenyu also cupped his fists in return, but his expression was calm.

"excuse me!"

Huo Qingtian let out a low cry, and stomped his feet on the ground, the huge mountain of shoes seemed to tremble.

"Lord Fudo Ming, suppress all demons—!"

The 48,000 pores all over his body sprayed out golden Qi in unison, and behind him, a huge Buddha statue with a height of one foot suddenly appeared.

The Buddha statue was surrounded by flames, its fangs were exposed, and its face was full of anger. It looked very ferocious.

The huge Buddha statue covered the sky with its five fingers, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on the top, and Buzhou Mountain toppled over, it slapped Huo Qingtian with its head.

"This is Fudo Mingwang Kung Fu! Shaolin unique skills!"

"This kind of supernatural power follows the words of the gods, spits out true energy, and mentally interferes with reality!"

The faces of Zhao Yuankun and others were shocked, and their voices trembled: "I didn't expect Mr. Huo to be able to cultivate it. It's so powerful."

"Once King Fudo Ming comes out, I am afraid that even Ye Zhantian will come in person, so we have to be cautious..."

Wei Feilong also had a look of ecstasy on his face, implying that Lin Zhenyu might not be able to withstand this move.

Knowing that Lin Zhenyu's evil skills were no small matter, Huo Qingtian did not dare to neglect him at all, and his first move was his stunt.

As a martial arts family in Zhumadian, Henan Province, the Huo family has always had a good relationship with Dengfeng Shaolin Temple, and their disciples are all lay disciples. Huo Qingtian even served as the head of the Arhat Hall at the age of 30. He was once hidden in the back mountain of Shaolin The eminent monk taught this Fudo Mingwang Gong.

What he has learned is mixed, and there are dozens of exercises to control, but after thinking about it, the Fudo Mingwang Art is the most powerful-this exercise will not only kill Lin Zhenyu, but it will definitely cause him serious injuries. In order to be abolished, martial arts were ruined.

"Kunpeng six transformations, Chiyan Jinpeng transformation!"

At this critical moment, a forceful and stern voice suddenly sounded, and Lin Zhenyu also made a move.

He turned his hands in awe-inspiring eyes, and patted the giant hand of the Buddha statue.

At this moment, with a bang, a Jinpeng surrounded by flames fluttered out of him.