However, it was useless to divert your eyes. Fang Ark's voice came from his ears: "Master, you are wrong. How can you call Donor Zhao an old dog? If this continues, the boat of friendship will capsize. Come, let's listen to the little path to tell you. The boat of friendship will not sink, the little path is the best..."

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Fang Ark is unknown about what kind of existence the new custodian house spirit is, and he is too lazy to know now.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in the Chuanwu Palace, feeling the fierce fighting spirit from Cao Man as the sun.

Cao Man experienced the Human Emperor's First Fist produced by the Ark. His fighting spirit not only did not fade, but even had some insights. He became stronger and stronger, his eyes were frenzy, and his fighting spirit was full of energy.

The light of the Wu Palace shines brightly, and in the dark night, it seems like the setting sun and the colorful clouds are chaotic all over the sky.

And a figure in the hall was deep, ancient, and mysterious and filled with a powerful aura.

Cao Man stared at Chuanwu Palace.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Cao sat for three days and realized the three punches given by his predecessor. He occasionally realized something. The intention of the punch has made some progress. Today, I will ask you for advice from me!"

Cao Man's words resounded through the entire capital.

It seemed to cause the entire city to be in turmoil.

Shocked all the people who came to watch the battle.

In the void.

Inside the martial arts palace.

Fang Ark's eyes were deep and he nodded slightly.

On his side, the wandering poet who was truly facing the challenge slowly walked out step by step. The original illusory body gradually condensed into substance, as if he had a real body. Except for that face, he could not see the truth clearly, and everything else was no different from ordinary people.

The wandering poet wore a Confucian shirt and flew up, bowing slightly to Fang Fang, as if thanking Fang Fang for giving him this opportunity.

Then, he turned around and stepped out of the Chuanwu Palace.

This scene also shocked many people, and even Cao Man, who challenged to face the battle, was slightly stunned.

The visitor is not Zhu Rong, the martial artist?!

But it is another existence in the martial arts palace?!

However, Cao Man's mind was not relaxed at all. Even though Zhu Rong was not in the battle, he still felt huge pressure.

The elegant and easy-going figure just walked out and gave him unparalleled pressure!

That was pressure from the soul, just like when I was on Qingcheng, I saw Lu Mangran reaching the heaven and creating the way of civilization in one step!

Cao Man's pupils tightened, but his purple robe was full and full. Every inch of his skin and flesh were trembling. He clenched his fists, and the terrifying aura and the majestic blood were impacting and rippling!

Cao Man stared at the figure floating out of Chuanwu Hall.

Punch down in one step.

A terrifying airflow was growing, like a hurricane whistling, and it rushed up under her feet, holding Cao Man's body up to the sky.

The shattered Wuhuang Beating had already been swept by a hurricane and turned into a tornado.

And in the martial arts palace.

The wandering poet walked out elegantly and casually.

If Cao Man is a hurricane, then the wandering poet is a breeze.

Fang Ark sat upright in Chuanwu Hall, his eyes deep. In fact, his heart was surging and so excited that he couldn't help but tremble. However, he forced his mind to suppress his mind and maintained his unfathomable and indifferent.

"Cao Man, you rose to the end with the body of a beggar. In the first twenty years, you measured the world, traveled around the world, practiced the emperor's ancient martial arts, and understood the extreme of the human body..."

The wandering poet walked down like lotus step by step from the void, and the night seemed to become the sun, and the light shone brightly on the earth.

The wandering poet chuckled and slowly told:

"In the last thirty years, you explore the limits of the human body, create bloodlines and martial arts, and study the circulation of the human body's blood, but you really reach the limits of the human body and the indestructible body of the Vajra."

"After a century, you set up the Martial Emperor to suppress the martial arts masters in the world, your cultivation level will rise step by step, you will realize the change of boxing intentions, cultivate the gods with boxing, be masculine and domineering, and be in charge of the world. As the top strong man of the alien race for a century, you are the best in the world."

The words of the wandering poet are commenting on Cao Man's life.

Cao Man's eyes were sharp, but he listened quietly. Few people could describe his life so detailed and carefully.

He seemed to be looking back on his life and seeing the shortcomings.

Such a summary is of great benefit to him.

If you can see through yourself, you will have the opportunity to transcend yourself.

"But, if you ask for a battle between Fengsheng Wendao and this will satisfy you today."

"This world of literature and Taoism should be prosperous."

The wandering poet laughed.

The next moment, a lotus grew under his feet and he pushed heavily towards Cao Man's direction.

The entire capital is shaking and the mountains are shaking. There is a majestic righteous spirit above the clouds, which is turbulent, as if a rushing cloud flowing from the depths of the sky!

Just one step, the celestial phenomena have changed for it!

Is this still martial arts?!

In the entire capital, countless people watching the battle were breathing in the air.

Cao Man's eyes were shining, his fists were rising, and he laughed: "Although you are not Zhurong, it seems that Zhurong is not the only one in Chuanwu Hall."

"It's okay!"

"Cao Man is not afraid!"

"You can defeat them one by one and fight Zhurong again!"

With a sound of roaring through the clouds and breaking through the air, Cao Man's blood was boiling, like a long blood-colored river, jumping up, like a meteor pulling out a burning air flow that stretched straight to the clouds!

Unyielding, unyielding, confident, invincible!

This is Cao Man's temperament at this moment!

The pride of the number one martial artist in the human race!

Even the heavenly beings dare to fight!

At this moment, Cao Man's fighting spirit was completely burning. He felt that at this moment, this battle might really help him break the bottleneck!

Cao Man opened his hands and pushed him horizontally, like a big river tide emptying!

His figure rushed into the sea of ​​clouds and went straight to the sky!

The elegant figure walking out of Chuanwu Hall just smiled after hearing Cao Man's words, and was full of emotion. He looked at the ark sitting upright in Chuanwu Hall.

I don’t know what to say. If Cao Man learned that he was obsessed with fighting against the opponent, now that he was just starting to practice, he might be very disappointed.

However, looking at Fang Ark's unmoving temperament and deep eyes.

The wandering poet couldn't help but chuckled. He was selected by Chuanwu Bookstore. Fang Ark's future is not something Cao Man could imagine. Although he is still in a slight state, if there is a battle in the future, it would be Cao Man's luck.

The wandering poet raised it from afar, with a mysterious rhythm and arc, and countless clouds gathered.

Press down with a gentle palm.

Taotaohao gas turned into a white waterfall three thousand feet down at this moment, colliding with Cao Man who soared into the sky!

In everyone's shocked eyes.

Cao Man, who was as powerful as a demon, seemed to burn all over his body, and entwined his body, and countless essences entered his body. Cao Man, who was three feet tall, was... a palm gathered by the vast white clouds, and was pressed back to the world!

Bang!!!

The terrifying palm slapped hard on the Wu Emperor who had already become ruins.

The ground is flying sand and rocks, deep sunken, mud and sand rolling,

Just one palm, it exerted such a terrifying power!

The righteous spirit of the great and righteousness fell like a waterfall that was flying down, alarming the whole world.

"Writing people have the heavenly constitution and the righteousness of heaven and earth."

"Writing teaches barbarians to open up the world and promotes righteousness for heaven and earth."

"Writing is to condense a piece of literary courage and not be afraid of unfair things in the world."

The elegant and easy-going figure slowly raised his hand in the void, and his palms kept pressing down.

Every time I pressed down, there was a righteous spirit like a Hongzhu, which fell to the world and hit Cao Man!

The purple robe on Cao Man's body burst instantly, revealing his muscle-covered body. He swung his fists again and again, even though he was photographed back to the world every time!

He roared, and his flesh and blood burst out, but the light in Cao Man's eyes became brighter and brighter!

He felt it.

He touched it!
To be continued...