However, Meng Zhao was fearless and fearless, but instead a trace of calm joy arose, which appeared in his purple eyes, and there was a strong sense of fighting in the middle.

As the old saying goes, it is hard to find a close friend, but good opponents are even hard to find.

Meng Zhao has been practicing so hard that he has no foundation in his own right, because he has rarely taken action and few people can force him to a desperate situation.

For example, at the Demon Meeting in the Daffodil Palace, he defeated the innate power of the Demonic Dao, but it was easy and simple, without any difficulty. He was not interested in it at all.

To use Guan Erye’s words, a group of people who put on the mark and sell their first names and those who are broken bricks and tiles are arrogant, but more of them are confident and confident in their own strength.

Especially after the three great masters talked about martial arts and Taoism, Meng Zhao gained a lot, and his realm became more and more subtle and lofty. He entered a mysterious realm that was difficult to figure out, and he was improving almost every moment.

Therefore, he wanted a strong man who could measure himself as a reference and take a comprehensive look at what he learned.

Today, Meng Zhao felt that this King Gebudha of the Pudu Sect was a very rare opponent and could be called a strong enemy.

Seeing that the old monk did not answer again, Meng Zhao was unwilling to waste his precious time. He was so excited that he kicked his toes lightly.

The huge rock weighing thousands of pounds under his feet roared, tearing the entangled vines and smashing them towards King Gebud, which was so fierce that it was more domineering than the old monk who pulled up the old trees in the mountains not long ago.

However, the difference is that Meng Zhao used his exquisite body technique to avoid the giant trees that were shot. However, when King Gebud faced the extremely fierce impact of the huge rock, he had no intention of retreating and avoiding it. He shouted lightly at the corner of his mouth and swallowed the vital energy between his nose. The colorful vital energy of heaven and earth turned into a long flow like fine sand, pouring into his body from his mouth and nose, luminous energy was emitting like a tide, and bursting out in his body.

Then, the old monk Gebu's thin palm was covered with fine golden light, slapped towards the huge rock that was galloping.

It is like hitting a fly or swatting a mosquito, there is no exquisite method of removing power, it is purely performed with strong and powerful force.

With a crackling sound like a flash of lightning, the old monk's palm directly slapped the extremely hard and amazingly heavy rock into pieces and landed on the ground, but his thin body didn't even shake it.

Meng Zhao's pupils shrank slightly, and the purple dizzy flashed like a halo. This physical cultivation is really rare, but it is precisely so powerful that it is worth his attack, right?

"What a golden body of a dragon elephant, it is neither destructive nor destroyed, and it has infinite power. Let's try his sharpness again."

This time, Meng Zhao did not use the objects of the surrounding environment, but stretched his arms and slapped into the air as a roc spread his wings, and wanted to fight with him one-on-one close-fitting hands.

As he transported the qi and blood in his body, a strong purple qi halo appeared on the surface of his body, and a true dragon spirit shape was tightly attached to the surface of his body, forming a protective armor like a light film, which was formed by the stimulation of the dragon blood.

Facing Meng Zhao who was striking towards him, King Gebud was not surprised but happy, laughed loudly, and greeted him happily.

He has practiced martial arts for many years and is proficient in Buddhist skills and has rich experience in martial arts. However, from beginning to end, he has a dragon-elephant golden body that is invincible.

Although it is not enough to defeat the Grandmaster, it is almost always crushed when facing innate powerhouses and rarely encounters opponents.

Even since he has cultivated into a dragon elephant golden body, he has never seen anyone who is intact with him head-on.

No matter what Meng Zhao's martial arts are, this courage is commendable.

Meng Zhaoren was still in the air and had already used his iron-making skills to train his skills. He took advantage of the downward momentum and urged the mountain to break through with one move. He was able to reach the pinnacle and be incredible.

As the palms were crossed and pushed, a purple thunder was raised. Under the thunder, the air flow rolled and surged. The fierce force, under the blessing of the innate true qi and the true dragon body, was like a thunder explosion, vibrating from all directions.

The move of urging Shanbang is one of the killer moves of Iron Smelting Hand. When you reach the highest level, you can activate three times your own powerful palm power. At this time, Meng Zhao sent it up, and his palm power was almost four times higher than the original one.

In other words, Meng Zhao has a strong body and strong qi and blood, so he can withstand the backlash of such a strong force.

The ferociousness of this palm was much beyond King Gebu's expectations.

Judging from Meng Zhao's previous performance, this is a person with a side-exquisite martial arts style. Of course, perhaps the style is varied, but it should be based on this standard. I never knew that he would have such an unparalleled palm technique.

This talent is indeed jealous. Martial arts are almost omnipotent and almost godly.

He didn't dare to be careless at all. In an instant, the old monk Gebu clenched his fists with his five fingers, and thousands of tiny golden lights like quicksand came under his flesh, drumming and drumming, as if a fierce and powerful force. The unparalleled dragon elephant was swallowing and exhaling blood and absorbing spiritual prides.

The muscles and bones all over the body made a creaking and stretching sound, like a collision of fine iron, rubbing out dazzling sparks.

The deep purple palm force and the brilliant golden fist force collided with each other.

There was a loud roar, and a large wave of air surging in pieces, like a string of lit firecrackers, making continuous bursts of explosions. Large areas of extremely solid rocky ground began to collapse and crack.

The waterfalls flowing on the stone walls were briefly rolling upwards due to the overflowing strong wind.

The snakes, insects, rats and ants that were originally hidden in the mountains and forests were also driven out of the nest by the aftermath of the violent collision and escaped towards a direction away from this area. The strange scene was enough to make the dense fearful person dizzy.

Of course, what is more exciting is that because the strong wind is too strong, the two people who are colliding at this time are covered by dust and cannot see the scene inside.

No one knows who is stronger this time without any fancy fight.

Not long after guessing, the dust in the sky dissipated, revealing the current situation of the two.

Meng Zhaoli was less than two meters away in front of King Gebu, with long sleeves floating, with a leisurely look of surprise, and his clothes were quite neat and there was no embarrassment. Only the long sleeve on his right hand was torn a big hole, as if someone had torn off.

In comparison, King Gebuffalo was much more miserable.

Because of the position where the force rushed towards and the recoil force brought, King Gebuffa's entire body was hit and fell several feet deep under the stone ground, as if he was smashed into the ground with a hammer.

One hammer, two hammers, three hammers... Meng Zhao's palm is a hammer, and he is a nail.
Chapter completed!