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Four hundred and ninetieth chapters move to move to fist to fist

After completing the preparations, Chen Yuan took a deep breath and opened his eyes and closed them.

The "Daqian Vision" is opened, the "marrow washing meridian" is running, the "Golden Bell Cover" and "Iron Cloth Shirt" are running, ready to merge at any time.

At this moment, the air around Chen Yuan seemed to have frozen. In the eyes of others, a spiritual power with reality suddenly replaced the air around Chen Yuan.

Everyone understands that, no matter whether it is practicing or fighting, ordinary people absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth, often from small to large, first the water flows, to streams, to rivers, and finally to seas.

Chen Yuan's move immediately showed his extraordinaryness.

"Tsk, it's not easy."

"Haha, what's the use of no matter how powerful it is? Can it be the opponent of the senior Bai-level? It's fancy and has an egg!"

"Don't Chen Yuan regards this place as a circus, right? He and the people in front of him are here to play acrobatics?"

...

On the one hand, looking at Chen Yuan's changing white stairs, the smile on his face became even stronger. Only he really knew how difficult it would be for Chen Yuan to do this.

"So, come?"

Hearing that Chen Yuanchao Bai Jie clasped his fists, the light in his eyes shot out like a sharp blade through the blockage of spiritual power.

"Come!"

There was no more nonsense, and the two of them suddenly disappeared from the spot one after another, as if they didn't exist before.

The next moment, a wave of air that could be seen in the naked eye suddenly exploded in the middle of the ring, and instantly touched the protective cover on the edge of the ring. The thick protective cover immediately fluctuated violently, and ripples continued to spread and collided.

Mo Jingu and Gu Shouyang's faces changed, and they didn't have time to go forward and instill spiritual power to stabilize them.

And in the center of the ring, Chen Yuan and Bai Jie appeared quietly.

At this time, Chen Yuan and Bai Jie both held each other's right fists with their left hands. The distance between them was only half the length of their arms, and the four interlaced feet had already locked each other's feet at the same time.

Chen Yuan and Bai Jie looked at each other and smiled, neither of them wanted each other to leave.

That's good!

A sense of pride appeared in Chen Yuan's heart. He and Bai Jie should have fought like this!

Next, the two of them took back their right fists almost at the same time, and tacitly used their left hand to find the gap.

But Chen Yuan used palms, while Baijie used boxing.

Two bitter winds collided at a very short distance, and at the same time, there were two completely different spiritual powers.

There seems to be a spring of snow, with dragons and cranes screaming.

"Six Yang Palms of Tianshan Mountain"! "Capture the Dragon and Control the Crane"!

The former is a special martial arts that Chen Yuan rarely uses. It is powerful and cracks rocks. It is mysterious and has an indomitable momentum, and is extremely cruel.

The latter is an auxiliary ancient martial arts of the white-level "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms", but it is still good. It seems that even a dragon can capture it.

After a loud "bang", Chen Yuan and Bai Jie ignored the influence of the aftermath on themselves and instantly blasted out their right hand.

This time, it was all fist.

The sound of "bang bang bang" kept ringing, and the faces of the people in the stands began to become a little unnatural.

They were not stupid, and they could see how many dangers were hidden inside Bai Jie and Chen Yuan seemed to be simple and crude.

The air waves and aftermaths blocked by the protective cover are enough for most people to drink a pot, and if you are not careful, you will be seriously injured.

The parties involved, Chen Yuan and Bai Jie, fought faster and faster. In just a few minutes, Chen Yuan had already

The 26 moves on the "Tianshan Six Yang Palm", "Seven Injury Fist", "Seven Injury Fist", "Dalien Vajra Palm", "Wing Chun Fist", etc. are all used.

Sometimes, what you encounter is the right hand of the white rank, which is like gold and stone, and sometimes, what you encounter is the body parts of the white rank that have not laid many defenses.

The latter also used four or five ancient martial arts in just a few minutes.

In addition to the "Catching Dragon and Controlling Crane", there are also "Da Songyang Hand", "Four Elephant Palm", "Arhat Fist", "Iron Line Fist", etc.

The two of them seemed to use only low-grade ancient martial arts intentionally or unintentionally, and at most they reached medium-grade.

At the same time, their feet are constantly changing. Every time the other party changes their footwork, they will bully each other one after another, never allowing the other party's feet to escape from the range of movement of their legs, only asking for the word "lock".

Looking at the white ranks with a growing smile, Chen Yuan's face was blown by the strong wind and looked extremely strange.

"Baijie! Why do you practice martial arts!"

Without any hesitation, Baijie's face, which was also trembling by the strong wind and spiritual power fluctuations, also showed a smile, and his tone no longer had the lazy and ethereal smell of the past.

"Does it take a reason to learn martial arts? It needs me! But where are you going?"

There was another loud "bang" sound, and Chen Yuan and Bai Jie closed their fists again, without being affected by the other party's words.

"Where can you go? You can only go from afar and go where you go. The ancient martial arts in the world have been lonely for too long, and everyone should see its full picture!"

"Haha!" The smile on Bai Jie's face suddenly turned into a big laugh, and the splendor in his eyes became more and more vigorous, "Who do you want to be?"

"Yes, I want to be that person!"

As he said that, Chen Yuan changed his move again, and the extremely fierce Bajiquan "pushing the mountain and stably" blasted out from bottom to top, and the violent sound of breaking through the air sounded in the ears of both of them at the same time.

"There are too many things in this world, and there are more things that don't go well. What kind of virtue does Chen Yuan have? What capital does it have to be that person?"

Bai Jie's face suddenly became serious and stared at Chen Yuan's eyes, all of which were scrutiny.

His hands suddenly changed into claws, which was the tiger-like style of "Xingyiquan". At this moment, he pushed it from top to bottom, and it was like a tiger roaring down the mountain!

"Is it okay to close your eyes? Can you really let go if you can't see it? Bai Jie, tell me!"

With a "bang", Chen Yuan's one-handed "pushing the mountain" was grabbed by the white-level tiger style, and a powerful force came from the latter's hand, as if he was to crush Chen Yuan's hand.

"If you really can turn a blind eye, why are you involved? Why is the Linjiang Martial Arts Society established? My obsession is to be who you are, what is your obsession?!"

As the question was asked, Bai Jie was slightly stunned. Chen Yuan immediately seized the opportunity and suddenly twisted his right hand, and the "pushing the mountain" immediately turned into a "Tianshan Flip Plum Hand", like a snake winding up along Bai Jie's arm, trying to capture and lock it up.

Feeling all this, Bai Jie not only did not panic or shock, but instead grinned, sank his right shoulder, turned his arm hard, and a powerful force came out, and he almost broke free.

"My obsession? Chen Yuan, do you really want to know?"

"Listen attentively!"

Without any surprise, Chen Yuan immediately withdrew his right hand and avoided the claw attack of Baijie's left hand. At the same time, his left hand was blasted out with a forward momentum. It was the basic ancient martial arts that everyone in Linjiang University knew, "Arhat Fist".

"See all the ancient martial arts in the world, fight against the powerful players of the eight deserts, and stand on the top of the mountains!"

With a "bang", Chen Yuan's left fist immediately hit the white-level ribs, but the latter did not dodge. Instead of letting Chen Yuan hit his finger, it would be better to resist with your body.

"This is not obsession, this is what I would have done! 'Linjiang Martial Arts Club' is what you mentioned. It makes me always remember that I am still an individual, not a fool who is enslaved by ancient martial arts!"

With one blow, Chen Yuan did not have any emotional fluctuations. The white level in front of him seemed to be like a ok person no matter how many attacks he received, with a thick skin and tight flesh.

He looked at Bai Jie's eyes and felt the divine light. The latter's emotions burst out for the first time and instantly pulled Chen Yuan in.

That is arrogance. It is so proud that there is nothing in your eyes, so it can infect everything.

In a trance, Chen Yuan seemed to see a man standing on the top of the mountains, wearing stars and moonlight, with a very lazy expression on his face.

With a "swish", under the influence of the "marrow washing meridian", Chen Yuan immediately woke up, and a fine cold sweat appeared on his spine.

What was infinitely magnified in front of him was the white-level fist that broke through Qianjun.

Chen Yuan did not hesitate anymore, and his feet suddenly shook, pulled his body back two steps, and at the same time he leaned back, barely avoiding the fist that was hitting his face. The bitter wind immediately made his cheek hurt.

Then Chen Yuan slapped his left hand hard on the ground, and immediately turned a circle on his body, and his legs that he broke free were swept upwards.

Bai Jie raised his hands to block it constantly, and waves of force came from Chen Yuan's legs, as if he was blocking an extremely hard iron rod. Bai Jie's body seemed to be shaken and frequently moved sideways.

Seeing this scene, people in the stands heard again and talked.

"No, right? Bai Jie let the water go? Why do you feel like he didn't beat him seriously at all?"

"Are you stupid? Senior Bai's level has played so many games and must have used a lot of spiritual power. How can you exert your true strength now?"

"It's not the case. It seems that Chen Yuan is not simple either. If I were the ones, I might not be able to hold on. Was the freshman last year so scary?"

"Damn, you actually stood in Chen Yuan? Break up a friendship!"

...

Chen Yuan also discovered that the Baishi seemed to have no spiritual power, but he still dared not relax.

The moment when the hallucination just now appeared was always imprinted in Chen Yuan's heart. If he guessed correctly, the white level probably had touched the threshold of "Tao".

It's still my own "Tao".

However, Chen Yuan was not too surprised. Baijie's temperament had long been destined to be able to inject attention and mind into something that ordinary people could unimaginable. It was a matter of time before he could touch his own true meaning of martial arts, but it just seemed a bit too early now.

"Huh~" took a deep breath, Chen Yuan stopped sweeping his legs and stopped with Bai Jie's body.

It seemed as if they had a heart-to-heart relationship, neither of them took action again.

After Chen Yuan stood up, he slowly retreated and looked at Bai Jie's face seriously.

"The top of the mountain? How can there be mountains without entering the world? How can you say the top of the mountain? You have never even stepped on the world, how can you say the world?"

As he said that, Chen Yuan slowly cut his feet and waved his hands lightly.

"Tai Chi".

Bai Jie looked at Chen Yuan's boxing posture, and the smile in his eyes became stronger and stronger. He also used his feet to draw a Tai Chi, which was also "Tai Chi".

"That's why I ask you, Chen Yuan, tell me what your choice has brought you!"
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