Chapter: 961
Hearing the words, Mo Yan Wushang was startled for a moment, and his beautiful eyes looked up and down at the strange young man in front of him. Although this young man looked quite ordinary, there was a confident aura exuding from him, which was actually unique. Appeal.
Unexpectedly, Mo Yan Wushang nodded his head, staggered his steps, and then slowly retreated to the edge of the stage. Meimou looked at Zhuo Wen curiously, and she wanted to see where the confidence of the young man in front of her came from.
"This son really does not give up until the Yellow River! The result is already obvious. His Highness the Second Prince not only beat the morning bell and evening drum ten times, but also almost succeeded in consecrating the morning bell and evening drum. Such a record is almost broken by no one present. .�
"I'm afraid it's because I'm afraid! After all, I lost, but I have to do three bows and nine kowtows to abolish my cultivation. Such serious consequences are not acceptable to ordinary people, even if I am, I will not admit defeat so willingly."
"That's right, the dying struggle is also good. The aura on this son's body is much weaker than that of His Royal Highness the Second Prince. It is already very good to be able to beat seven times, let alone ten times."
Everyone around shook their heads and sighed, staring at the center of the stage, Zhuo Wen in front of Dagu, all with disdain and sarcasm in their eyes.
Huangfu Wuji's performance just now was too amazing, so amazing that everyone thought it was impossible for anyone to surpass Huangfu Wuji's record, and they didn't even want to think about it.
Huangfu Wuji crossed his arms and stared at Zhuo Wen leisurely, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't believe that the arrogant boy in front of him could really beat ten times.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen stood quietly, his bright eyes staring straight at the big drum in front of him, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his face.
Steady as Mount Tai, moving like thunder, Zhuo Wen bowed his waist and stepped on the ground with his feet. Terrifying power gathered from his whole body on his right fist, and the golden light of the fist burst out violently, hitting the drum like a broken bamboo.
Boom boom boom!
Three crisp drums sounded, the ring-shaped sound wave diffused, and three rebounding forces spewed out, acting on Zhuowen's body.
The golden light is all over the body, Zhuo Wen is like a golden Buddha statue, after running "Nirvana on the Great Day", his body becomes as hard as iron stone, as hard as a rough jade, and the three rebounding forces rush to him, but Zhuo Wen remains motionless, like an old tree Packing.
"It's not bad, it's actually able to block three rebounding forces at the same time." Huangfu Wuji raised his brows, and said to himself rather surprised.
Originally, in his opinion, Zhuo Wen, a nobody, should be a vulnerable person, but now it seems that he is a bit mistaken, but three times of beating does not mean anything.
The three drum sounds gradually subsided, Zhuo Wen did not move slowly, the sole of his foot slammed, and with the help of his elbow, the back of his fist slammed towards the drum surface, and a terrifying breath flowed out.
Boom boom boom!
Three more drums resounded, long and mighty, but Zhuo Wen remained motionless, as steady as a rock, as if he had taken root on the ground.
After six strokes, Zhuo Wen reached it easily, and judging from the expression on his face, he seemed quite relaxed, so he probably didn't try his best.
Seeing such a scene, many people around became commotions. It seemed that this unknown young man in a green coffin was not simple.
Huangfu Wuji squinted his eyes, but he was still not too worried. It was only six strokes, and the gap with him was still very large. Considering Zhuo Wen's performance now, he deduced that this kid should only last until about the eighth stroke.
When Huangfu Jiji thought this way, Zhuo Wen moved again, and the golden light of his fist shot out like a scorching sun, and hit the drum again heavily.
Boom!
Two crisp drum sounds spread out, and around the morning bell and evening drum, they turned into ring-shaped air waves and diffused layer upon layer. The rebound force of the seventh and eighth strokes, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, crushed Zhuo Wen's body violently. above.
Boom!
Zhuowen only felt that his whole body tightened and his knees bent, and he was almost overwhelmed by these two terrifying rebounding forces. Fortunately, Zhuowen was prepared and exerted the great Nirvana to the extreme to block the crushing of these two rebounding forces pressure.
"It's the eighth time, this son actually knocked eight times."
"I really didn't expect that such a little-known young man would be able to strike the eighth strike. Wouldn't this record be on par with Lu Yitao, the number one genius in Muqin County?"
When Zhuowen rang the eighth time, the faces of the surrounding people showed astonishment. It seemed that they all underestimated Zhuowen. He was able to ring the morning bell and evening drum eight times. This son can be regarded as a genius with good talent.
On Lanyue Pavilion, Wen Aoxue slightly frowned, when Zhuo Wen rang eight times, she was also a little surprised, you know she only rang nine times, this young man whom she had never paid attention to, unexpectedly also After eight beats, there was only one gap between her and her.
"Eight strokes should be the limit for this kid, he can't hit the ninth stroke." Wen Aoxue's eyes flashed, and he whispered softly.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen didn't beat the ninth beat in a hurry, but stood quietly in front of the big drum with lowered eyelids, as if waiting for something.
The eyes of everyone around were focused on Zhuo Wen, and they wanted to see if this unknown young man could make the ninth blow.
Boom!
Finally, Zhuowen made a move, punching the drum with a punch, the drum sounded, and the terrifying coercion was crushed down like a mountain, covering all of Zhuowen's body surface, causing Zhuowen's complexion to change slightly.
"Day Nirvana: Passed away!"
With a loud shout, the golden light on Zhuo Wen's body exploded to the extreme, and the golden light soared to the sky, piercing a huge crack in the void. In the crack, a huge phantom of a thousand feet rolled towards the boundless golden flame.
With a stroking of a big hand like a hill, he directly carried the terrifying coercion in front of Zhuo Wen.
Woohoo!
The golden giant roared, and under this coercion, it exploded into countless golden awns, but after bursting into golden awns, the terrifying coercion was also offset by the golden giant. JrNovels.com
Unexpectedly, Mo Yan Wushang nodded his head, staggered his steps, and then slowly retreated to the edge of the stage. Meimou looked at Zhuo Wen curiously, and she wanted to see where the confidence of the young man in front of her came from.
"This son really does not give up until the Yellow River! The result is already obvious. His Highness the Second Prince not only beat the morning bell and evening drum ten times, but also almost succeeded in consecrating the morning bell and evening drum. Such a record is almost broken by no one present. .�
"I'm afraid it's because I'm afraid! After all, I lost, but I have to do three bows and nine kowtows to abolish my cultivation. Such serious consequences are not acceptable to ordinary people, even if I am, I will not admit defeat so willingly."
"That's right, the dying struggle is also good. The aura on this son's body is much weaker than that of His Royal Highness the Second Prince. It is already very good to be able to beat seven times, let alone ten times."
Everyone around shook their heads and sighed, staring at the center of the stage, Zhuo Wen in front of Dagu, all with disdain and sarcasm in their eyes.
Huangfu Wuji's performance just now was too amazing, so amazing that everyone thought it was impossible for anyone to surpass Huangfu Wuji's record, and they didn't even want to think about it.
Huangfu Wuji crossed his arms and stared at Zhuo Wen leisurely, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't believe that the arrogant boy in front of him could really beat ten times.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen stood quietly, his bright eyes staring straight at the big drum in front of him, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his face.
Steady as Mount Tai, moving like thunder, Zhuo Wen bowed his waist and stepped on the ground with his feet. Terrifying power gathered from his whole body on his right fist, and the golden light of the fist burst out violently, hitting the drum like a broken bamboo.
Boom boom boom!
Three crisp drums sounded, the ring-shaped sound wave diffused, and three rebounding forces spewed out, acting on Zhuowen's body.
The golden light is all over the body, Zhuo Wen is like a golden Buddha statue, after running "Nirvana on the Great Day", his body becomes as hard as iron stone, as hard as a rough jade, and the three rebounding forces rush to him, but Zhuo Wen remains motionless, like an old tree Packing.
"It's not bad, it's actually able to block three rebounding forces at the same time." Huangfu Wuji raised his brows, and said to himself rather surprised.
Originally, in his opinion, Zhuo Wen, a nobody, should be a vulnerable person, but now it seems that he is a bit mistaken, but three times of beating does not mean anything.
The three drum sounds gradually subsided, Zhuo Wen did not move slowly, the sole of his foot slammed, and with the help of his elbow, the back of his fist slammed towards the drum surface, and a terrifying breath flowed out.
Boom boom boom!
Three more drums resounded, long and mighty, but Zhuo Wen remained motionless, as steady as a rock, as if he had taken root on the ground.
After six strokes, Zhuo Wen reached it easily, and judging from the expression on his face, he seemed quite relaxed, so he probably didn't try his best.
Seeing such a scene, many people around became commotions. It seemed that this unknown young man in a green coffin was not simple.
Huangfu Wuji squinted his eyes, but he was still not too worried. It was only six strokes, and the gap with him was still very large. Considering Zhuo Wen's performance now, he deduced that this kid should only last until about the eighth stroke.
When Huangfu Jiji thought this way, Zhuo Wen moved again, and the golden light of his fist shot out like a scorching sun, and hit the drum again heavily.
Boom!
Two crisp drum sounds spread out, and around the morning bell and evening drum, they turned into ring-shaped air waves and diffused layer upon layer. The rebound force of the seventh and eighth strokes, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, crushed Zhuo Wen's body violently. above.
Boom!
Zhuowen only felt that his whole body tightened and his knees bent, and he was almost overwhelmed by these two terrifying rebounding forces. Fortunately, Zhuowen was prepared and exerted the great Nirvana to the extreme to block the crushing of these two rebounding forces pressure.
"It's the eighth time, this son actually knocked eight times."
"I really didn't expect that such a little-known young man would be able to strike the eighth strike. Wouldn't this record be on par with Lu Yitao, the number one genius in Muqin County?"
When Zhuowen rang the eighth time, the faces of the surrounding people showed astonishment. It seemed that they all underestimated Zhuowen. He was able to ring the morning bell and evening drum eight times. This son can be regarded as a genius with good talent.
On Lanyue Pavilion, Wen Aoxue slightly frowned, when Zhuo Wen rang eight times, she was also a little surprised, you know she only rang nine times, this young man whom she had never paid attention to, unexpectedly also After eight beats, there was only one gap between her and her.
"Eight strokes should be the limit for this kid, he can't hit the ninth stroke." Wen Aoxue's eyes flashed, and he whispered softly.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen didn't beat the ninth beat in a hurry, but stood quietly in front of the big drum with lowered eyelids, as if waiting for something.
The eyes of everyone around were focused on Zhuo Wen, and they wanted to see if this unknown young man could make the ninth blow.
Boom!
Finally, Zhuowen made a move, punching the drum with a punch, the drum sounded, and the terrifying coercion was crushed down like a mountain, covering all of Zhuowen's body surface, causing Zhuowen's complexion to change slightly.
"Day Nirvana: Passed away!"
With a loud shout, the golden light on Zhuo Wen's body exploded to the extreme, and the golden light soared to the sky, piercing a huge crack in the void. In the crack, a huge phantom of a thousand feet rolled towards the boundless golden flame.
With a stroking of a big hand like a hill, he directly carried the terrifying coercion in front of Zhuo Wen.
Woohoo!
The golden giant roared, and under this coercion, it exploded into countless golden awns, but after bursting into golden awns, the terrifying coercion was also offset by the golden giant. JrNovels.com
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