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Chapter 327 Golden Soul Stolen?

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Halfway through the distance, Jiang Guheng's palm rose up spiritual power, and when he clenched it into a fist, he instantly burst out one hundred and twenty-four fists. The dazzling fist light was like a long rainbow, piercing through the void, containing a majestic power!

The sixth clan elder exclaimed softly, "The Hundred Shadow Fist, one of the ten major boxing techniques of the Jiang family, is known for its fast speed. The first level is to produce thirty-six punches per breath, seventy-two punches per breath, and one hundred and eight punches per breath in the third level. This son can produce 124 punches per breath, and has already practiced to the third level. The Jiang family is indeed a hidden dragon and burrowing tiger."

These words were mainly said to the head of the Jiang family and the elders, saying that he did not underestimate the young generation of the Jiang family and alleviate the previous unhappiness.

Sure enough, after hearing this, the faces of the head of the Jiang family and the elders relaxed a little.

The head of the Jiang family said modestly, "How can the tricks of the carving insects compare to the top martial arts of the dragon clan?"

The boss of the 32nd clan laughed, "Compared with the top martial arts of our dragon clan, there is indeed some gap."

The faces of the head of the Jiang family and the elders suddenly turned dark.

The young disciples of the Jiang family were also a little angry. The head of the family was just humble. Can't he hear it?

The sixth clan leader had a headache and wanted to shut up, but in front of so many people, it was not easy to make him lose face.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Long Qingchen's figure swayed left and right, bringing out afterimages. Finally, he returned to his original place, with one hundred and twenty-four fist lights passing by him, all of which fell into nothing!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Jiang Guheng punched another 124 punches, and was easily avoided by him again.

This made Jiang Guheng a little angry, "Do you only dodge?"

"Gu Heng, go down, you lost."

The head of the Jiang family sighed.

Baiying Fist is known for its fast speed. If the enemy can easily avoid Baiying Fist, it means that the enemy's strength is far greater than that of the person who cast Baiying Fist, and there is no need to continue to fight.

He knew that Long Qingchen did not directly defeat Jiang Guheng just to take care of the Jiang family's face.

Jiang Guheng was not convinced, "I didn't lose. He could avoid Baiying Fist. It can only prove that he is skilled in his body, but it cannot prove that his strength is stronger than mine."

Whoosh!

He rushed directly to Long Qingchen, obviously intending to fight in close combat and not give Long Qingchen room to dodge.

“As you wish.”

Long Qingchen's expression was indifferent, and his spiritual power cultivation and Long Power cultivation burst out at the same time.

roar!

The nine-colored spiritual power was lifted up with his left hand, and the nine-sensory fist was used. The right hand condensed the dragon power, and the domineering ten thousand dragon palms were shot out. The eight hundred dragon power roared out.

Jiang Guheng stopped suddenly and hurriedly used the Hundred Shadow Fist, hitting out 124 punches.

Boom!

The collision broke out, and a dazzling light burst out, countless cracks appeared in the void, and the entire arena suddenly shocked!

One hundred and twenty-four fist lights were crushed after just a little while!

puff!

Jiang Guheng was shaken away, flew straight out of the ring, fell to the ground, coughing up blood in his mouth, and couldn't get up for a while.

"One move?"

"He is worthy of being the supreme tribe of all races and is sure to be very strong."

The disciples of the Jiang family were shocked.

The head of the Jiang family shook his head slightly, and had expected this result long ago.

The old man in blue shirt announced the result, "The first challenge failed and Long Qingchen won."

"Let's rest for half an hour."

The head of the Jiang family said, if you continue to challenge directly, then even if you win, it will not be glorious. If it is spread, it will only make other major forces laugh at it.

The 32nd clan old smiled and said, "No need to rest, you can win with one move. He didn't consume much dragon power or spiritual power at all, so he can continue to challenge directly."

He said this a little arrogantly, and the sixth clan elder couldn't help but glar at him.

The 32nd clan elder was inexplicably unresponsive, but he still didn't react, "He didn't consume much dragon power or spiritual power."

"It's better to take a break. This brother is only the third place in the young generation of the Jiang family. The two behind him will definitely be stronger. I have to maintain my best condition to deal with it."

Long Qingchen sat cross-legged, used the Nine-Reverse Dragon Art and the Nameless Kung Fu to regulate his breathing. In fact, he did not consume much dragon power and spiritual power, but in order to show respect for the challenger, he still had to behave like this.

The 32nd clan elder was a little puzzled and muttered, "When did this kid become so cautious?"

The sixth clan couldn't help it, and sent a message to him, "Can you say a few less words? The Jiang family sold the golden soul to our dragon clan so readily to repay the favor. Our dragon clan also wants to save enough face for the Jiang family. Boy Chen understands it, why haven't you understood it yet?"

The 32nd clan elder suddenly realized his face, his face became hot, and he also sent a message, "I didn't think so much."

After adjusting his breath for about half an hour, Long Qingchen slowly stood up, "Okay, we can start."

The old man in blue shirt pointed at the pretty woman, "Meng Ning, go."

The young man with an indifferent expression stood up, "I'll do it, Meng Ning's strength is only a little stronger than Gu Heng. He is probably not his opponent, so there is no need to challenge him."

Jiang Mengning said stubbornly, "No, I have to challenge myself. Fighting with top geniuses. Even if I lose, I can let me know where I lose. Correct it, which will be helpful to my future cultivation."

"Okay." The young man was helpless and retreated.

Whoosh!

Jiang Mengning jumped up and landed gently on the ring, with a heroic and heroic sense. She was full of fighting spirit in her beautiful eyes, and she clasped her fists to Long Qingchen and said, "I hope you don't show mercy. This is my respect for me."

"Don't worry, I will do my best."

Long Qingchen's eyes were dull. Even if he "releases water", he would leave no trace.

"Thanks."

Jiang Mengning took out a battle sword with his hand, suddenly unsheathed it, and pointed at Long Qingchen, "I specialize in swordsmanship. I heard that you have mastered the sword drawing and sword drawing. Can you use it and let me experience it?"

The head of the Jiang family asked the young generation to challenge Long Qingchen, but he had just made a temporary decision and did not set any rules. However, Jiang Mengning was very lawful. Her battle sword was just a holy weapon, and it did not exceed her fourth-level true immortal cultivation.

"Can."

Long Qingchen flipped his left hand, held a holy weapon sword in his palm, slowly raised it, lifted it in front of him, but it did not sheath. The moment he was unsheathed, he had already defeated the enemy, which was the mystery of the sword drawing style.

Whoosh!

Jiang Mengning moved suddenly and jumped into the air.

boom!

Eight afterimages appeared around her in an instant, and with her own, nine of them were drawn almost at the same time. The powerful sword intent was firmly locked on Long Qingchen's body!

"Nine-Dawn Sword Style!"

"This is the top sword pose that Senior Sister Meng Ning just learned from the Flying Locust Star!".

"I didn't expect that Senior Sister Meng Ning could use it so quickly. Her ability to comprehend the sword path is too strong!"
Chapter completed!
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