This series of changes surprised everyone. Even the little demon showed a disbelief in the audience. Park Cunho was even more surprised and confused. He knew how powerful the attack was just now. He ate a pneumatic punch and could still stand here to speak. Even Park Cunho himself asked himself that he couldn't do it.

Mu Qingshan held the dragon bone thorn tightly in his left hand, knowing that it was the dragon bone thorn that helped him again this time. Just now, the aura in his body had reached the critical point. Suddenly, a warm current came from the dragon bone thorn, pouring backwards back to himself. Just like an internal master transmitting internal strength into his body, quickly sootheing the internal energy that was about to be scattered in his body, and successfully repairing the internal injuries he had suffered before. In addition to the blue and purple outside the skin, Mu Qingshan was lucky in disguise. Not only did he have no internal injuries, but his cultivation tended to be further improved.

Park Cunhu roared repeatedly in his mouth, picked up a steel stick, and smashed it at Mu Qingshan without any brains. Mu Qingshan's left arm went from his fingers to his elbow, and his entire forearm turned into a golden color. He raised his forearm and carried Park Cunhu's stick.

When Park Cunhu's stick was like hitting a copper block, the end of the stick bounced high, making his fingers numb.

In the distance below the stage, Old Man Wen Yu, who was holding a telescope and watching the two on the stage, was immediately surprised and opened his mouth wide. After a long time, he muttered to himself: "Niang Xipi, Golden A-level! It's impossible. In just one month, Huang Yan's level has become all-level A-level. I must have read it wrong, I must have read it wrong!"

As the killer Heiyu Arrow and the old man Wenyu, who is named after the arrow, how could there be any deviation in his eyes? But he really doesn't understand. The Holy Holy Light Qi of Huo Wu has never heard of such a practice method since ancient times. A month ago, Mu Qingshan only practiced Yiming Fist Dihuang Huangyan Level Holy Light Qi. A month later, he actually saw the existence of the Golden Armor Level Huo Wu Holy Light Qi in him.

Park Cunhu took two steps back, and simply threw the copper stick away, and shouted again. Qilin's true energy was gone, and finally all came into his right arm. The whole right arm looked red like fire, which was the manifestation that the strength had reached its peak. Mu Qingshan looked at the sting of the sting in his hand. Then he looked at his forearm with golden light, and suddenly made a decision. Release five fingers and loosen the sting in his hand. Sure enough, just as the sting of the sting of the sting of the sting of the sting of the sting of the sting, the golden light on Mu Qingshan's forearm suddenly dimmed a lot, and gradually turned to a light yellow. The color difference between the arms made the students in the audience stunned. Are these two people on the stage loving magic? One arm turns red and the other arm turns from gold to yellow. What plane does it take?

This series of changes caused the Black Feather Arrow in the distance to fall into dementia. He began to wonder if this Mu Qingshan was reincarnated by Huo Wu Yaoyang? Or the fact that people used the Holy Spirit of Huo Wu was not at all, otherwise he would have lived a long life.

I have never heard of the Fire Dance Holy Light Qi that can be strong and weak, from strong to weak, from weak to strong, and transform from weak to strong, and transform from each other.

Wen Yu couldn't figure it out, but Mu Qingshan felt a little clear in his heart. The reason why he was full of strength was entirely due to the dragon and orange thorns. When his arm was golden, his whole body was relaxed, as if no matter what enemy was standing in front of him, he could kill him with one punch. But at the same time, Mu Qingshan also knew very well that although this power was powerful, it was not his own strength. If he had to rely on the dragon and orange thorns to defeat his opponent, then what was the meaning of his hard practice in the mainland this month?

Especially when Mu Qingshan learned that there were more and stronger powers in this world, Drought had made up his mind to not rely on anything, but to gain his own strength. So Mu Qingshan let go of the dragon elderwood thorn. Sure enough, relying on the power inside the dragon elderwood thorn, Mu Qingshan instantly rose to the Golden Armor-level Fire Dance Holy Light Qi. As the dragon elderwood thorn left his hand, the golden Armor-level Holy Light Qi quickly returned to the Huangyan level.

After not letting go of efforts for the past month, and with the help of the little demon's mysterious villa, Mu Qingshan has successfully cultivated the Huangyan-level Huowu Holy Spirit from just a bright fist to the entire forearm. He may not have no strength to fight with Park Cunhu Earth Qilin true energy, but he just had a plot, and the battle has only officially begun. Both of them abandoned their weapons and began to fight hand-to-hand combat.

Park Cunhu's eyes were red, and the blue veins on his forehead were storming. He strided forward, stretched his left arm, bent his fingers into platinum, and headed straight to Mu Qingshan's throat. Mu Qingshan turned his head and avoided the ground. At the same time, he stepped forward and snatched into Park Cunhu's arms, and his knees were pressed towards Park Cunhu's lower abdomen.

Park Cunho just raised his knees at this time, and the two immediately fought hard to fight each other, and separated the two sides at the same time. They fought each other in a confrontation and did not give in.

Immediately afterwards, the two of them rushed into the ring, fists and feet intersected, and in the blink of an eye, they each made dozens of blows.

Both of them came from the mountains and jungles, and had the same sharp reaction. One was a famous teacher who had been instructed by Qilin since childhood, with deep internal energy, and the other was born with divine power. The Fire Dance Holy Light Qi in the body was endless and eternal.

Everyone in the audience watched with breath and focused, without even blinking.

Mu Qingshan swung his left palm vigorously, hitting Park Cunhu's neck, but Park Cunhu kicked hard on his lower abdomen. Park Cunhu staggered forward a few steps and almost couldn't stand steadily. Mu Qingshan couldn't stop retreating, just about to fall to the ground.

After a fierce and breathless attack, both of them realized that the other party was their own strong rival and had never encountered such an opponent who was so similar to them. The more they fought, the more they felt refreshed. Although they were tired and injured everywhere, their mood became more and more love-like, as if they began to gradually enjoy the feeling of being in progress. When Mu Qingshan and Park Cunhu separated for the sixth time because they hit the other party at the same time and were hit by the other party, they had a sense of competition in their hearts, and they must beat each other!

Park Cunhu opened his mouth wide, steadily stance, grasped his right wrist with his left hand, pinched his fist with his five fingers, and his whole arm muscles tensed, and his true energy began to gather on his arm, and his fist seemed to be more than a circle thicker than before. Moreover, his energy was still increasing.

Mu Qingshan did not disturb the opponent's gathering of energy, because he thought that the winner would be completely decided after this attack.

The atmosphere on the ring immediately became silent. The two of them kept a certain distance for the first time and stared at each other quietly.

When Park Cunhu saw Mu Qingshan without any movement, he was overjoyed and frantically lifted his energy, poured all the true energy left in his body into his right arm, and one punch determines the winner and lose!

OK! Park Cunhu was delighted, his body leaned back slightly, pulled his right arm away, swinged to the side, forming a certain arc, and his posture was quite strange. However, his momentum was getting stronger and stronger, like a knight riding on a horse, giving people the illusion of being ready to attack and sting. Mu Qingshan also stopped at this moment, and the spirit of the Holy Holy Spirit on his left arm became dimmer and dimmed. He stood casually on the ring with his right hand behind his back, and his right hand was hanging around his waist. His eyes were a little lost, making people unable to guess what he was thinking. Roar! Park Cunhu finally accumulated his momentum to the top, and his whole body rushed to Mu Qingshan like a running horse.

A simple and extreme punch hit Mu Qingshan's face. The extremely hot Qilin's true energy hit the face, and this punch no longer needed any fancy. It had all the strength of Park Cunhu.

Quick! Accurate! Ruthless! Park Cunho's punch is the pinnacle of his life, and it is inevitable.

Mu Qingshan did not dodge, and did not move at all. At this moment, his consciousness was no longer on this arena, but was like a bamboo shoot, returning to a thousand years ago, staring at the lonely back on Mount Hua.

In the moment of his journey, Mu Qingshan understood why the dragon elderberry thorn can help him repeatedly, and why there was an extra pride of energy in his body. This time, it was all thanks to the sad man Li Ningyang, a thousand years ago.

The fist wind brought by Park Cunhu's sure-killing punch had swept the messy hair on Mu Qingshan's forehead. However, for some reason, Park Cunhu didn't even feel a trace of joy in his heart. On the contrary, his always keen intuition told himself that coldness, a chill, and a chill from nowhere!

Mu Qingshan, who was in a pause, suddenly felt a little subtle transformation on his left wrist. While his wrist flipped upward, the Holy Spirit in the left arm was divided into several strands, and then gathered on the fist. At this moment, it seemed as if countless little ants were crawling on the fist, hot! It became hotter and hotter! Finally, the Holy Spirit on the fist instantly broke through the critical point and automatically burst out according to a very special trajectory.

Park Cunhu suddenly felt a chill on his shoulders, and the energy stored in his right arm instantly dissipated invisible. Then a huge force pushed him, and he couldn't help but fall backwards. Finally, he felt a severe pain coming from his shoulders.

Among the people in the spring below the arena, only those very few people with excellent eyesight could see the changes just now.

While Mu Qingshan's left hand flipped his wrist, a golden pointed conical air column shot out from Mu Qingshan's fist, penetrated Park Cunhu's right shoulder like an electric shot, and penetrated from the back shoulder to the body. Then Park Cunhu turned backwards and no longer moved.

A riot suddenly broke out below the ring. Some people said that Mu Qingshan used a traitor. I didn't know what hidden weapon I used just now, so I plotted against Park Cunhu, while others said that Mu Qingshan took action and injured people with air force, and seized the opportunity just right.

The telescope in the old man Wen Yu's hand fell to the ground with a clang. He was completely obsessed and muttered to himself: "This is not true, this is not true! I must be dreaming, the golden cone qi sting, the one that could not have been the golden cone sting just now. I saw nothing, I saw nothing!"

The golden cone thorn in the mouth of old man Wen Yu is an ancient killer organization that has been going on thousands of years ago, Fire Dance

The top martial arts in Yaoyang. In the Fire Wu Yaoyang organization, only twelve members of the elders' house are qualified to practice the Fire Wu Saint Light Qi, and only those who practice the Fire Wu Saint Light Qi to the top level of the Golden Arm can release the extremely sharp skill of the Golden Cone Qi sting.

In the house of the elder Huowu Yaoyang, there were only one or two people who had already cultivated the Holy Spirit of the Huowu to the top of the Golden Armor level.

Now that he actually saw the legendary master of Damen in a young boy, Old Man Wen Yu really couldn't accept this fact. You have to know that his own trash is only A-level, and even the Presbyterian Church is not qualified to participate, let alone practice this peerless martial art.

There was a bloody wound on Pu Cunhu's shoulder. All the true energy that had just accumulated in his body dissipated invisible. He got up from the ground with a look of reluctance and walked shaking towards Mu Qingshan.

After Mu Qingshan issued the golden cone sting, his consciousness returned to the arena from the unknown time and space. Although he didn't quite understand what was going on just now, Mu Qingshan knew very clearly that the attack just now, neither he nor Park Cunhu could be possible.

It was clearly the thing emitted by my body, and the thing made by taking all the energy in my body was a gift from a thousand years ago, which made Mu Qingshan understand how much effect the power in his body could have if it was used properly!

No matter what, whether it is luck or strength, Park Cunho has been defeated, completely defeated.

Park Cunhu staggered to Mu Qingshan. He had exhausted his last bit of strength and tried hard to raise his hand, but he couldn't lift it anyway. The golden cone sting was not just as simple as adding a wound to him, but the psychological pressure brought by the terrifying move was undoubtedly very huge. The technique that completely ignored defense and was indefensible, condensed the qi into a sting, powerful and unpredictable.

Park Cunho finally gave up his fist efforts, and his face looked bitter, his lips slightly opened, and he said vaguely: "I lost! You are cruel!"

Mu Qingshan was feeling at this moment, and he was completely distracted by the winner and loser of this battle. He was just thinking about how to reproduce the move just now. It was obviously his own body and his own strength, but it was not caused by himself, but a trick that was completely based on his instinct. What a wonderful thing it would be if he could master that skill.

Park Cunhu stood in front of Mu Qingshan, without treating the wound on his shoulders, but just let the blood flow, and was silent for a moment, pushing the gold mountain, and kneeling down towards Mu Qingshan like a jade pillar. This reckless man only cares that his temper is hot and vulgar, but he is a man with a credibility.

Mu Qingshan came to his senses and saw Park Cunhu kneeling towards him. He naturally reached out to support the opponent.

Park Cunhu was held by Mu Qingshan's arm, and was stunned at first, then looked at Mu Qingshan with a puzzled look.

Mu Qingshan shook his head and said frankly: "Why do you have to take it seriously for a moment? If you really want to be honest, please give me a drink! Get up first!"

Park Cunhu looked at Mu Qingshan blankly, and his eyes became a little wet without realizing it. This person was stubborn and had a good face. Mu Qingshan gave him a step to such a person, which made him unable to believe.

Mu Qingshan never regarded this battle as a life-and-death battle. Although Park Cunhu was a bit abominable before, it was not his own death. After all, the two of them were still colleagues. It would be no exaggeration to let him go if they had to. Mu Qingshan smiled slightly, and actually reached out and patted Park Cunhu on the left shoulder for the first time to show friendship. After saying happily, "It's great to fight with you, we'll fight again next time!"

Park Cunho also showed his originally simple side at this time, and grinned and said, "Hehe! I won't beat you anymore, I can't beat you! If there is a fight in the future, remember to call me!"

Mu Qingshan nodded with a smile, Park Cunhu turned around, sat on the floor of the arena, raised his hand to signal the referee, he was powerless to fight again.

Mr. Jin, the referee and host, stepped forward, held Mu Qingshan's left arm high, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "The last winner of this promotion competition is Black Texture Mu Qingshan! Congratulations to Mr. Mu Qingshan for obtaining the yellow texture qualification and successfully advancing."

The bottom of the ring suddenly blew up, and everyone agreed that Mu Qingshan's yellow emblem deserved the name, and Mu Qingshan became the number one close-killer in Qianlong Base. Dear! If you think this site is good, please remember this site to help promote it! This site!

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