Four, five, seven, two to the Qilin Mountain

Second, go to Qilin Mountain?

Hashimoto Najijiro wondered if there was something wrong with his auditory system. He stared at Qin Fen's back, which was gradually walking up Qilin Mountain, and shook his head gently, leaving only admiration and admiration in his heart.

Not any martial arts master, after seeing Qilin expressing his attitude with his fists, he still has the courage to go up the mountain.

Qin Fen walked again on the Qilin Mountain Road at an altitude of thousands of meters, feeling the hostile murderous aura that appeared in the forest from time to time. His skin no longer felt like he had cut a knife and stabbed a gun last time. He leisurely observed the scenery in the mountains around his eyes, and suddenly found that he had missed many magnificent and beautiful scenery last time.

On the mountain streams and mountains far away on both sides of the mountain road, there are poems and lyrics that express feelings one by one. From afar, you can feel the feelings of the poets carving on a thousand-foot cliff that day from these poems. Many of the fonts have a hint of martial style.

This is not like the [Martial Arts] level in the Shengwu Hall, which can provide people with guiding roles in martial arts. There is not much experience of [Martial Arts] in these characters, they contain more of a spirit that wrote people's hearts at that time.

Powerful, unrestrained, passionate... All kinds of emotions are jumping in these words. They have been in this mountain for many years and have been faintly connected with the spirit of the mountain.

Qin Fen walked back to the hall on the top of Qilin Mountain. Butler Hou sat on a rattan chair outside the door, shaking the rattan chair gently, his eyes narrowed into a gap, and enjoying the sunlight.

Qin Fen took two steps forward and gently bowed. Butler Hou still squinted his eyes, and his shriveled lips twitched and a satisfied smile came out. The thin fingers swayed and pointed to the stone house on the mountainside up the hall.

Facing it silently, Qin Fen understood that this was what he meant to let him go up again.

Walking into the hall, Qin Fen slowed down his pace of progress. The true qi in the world martial arts general principles in his body was rapidly moving, and in the blink of an eye it was lifted to the extreme. Then he used the simulated Vajra Pressure Element bit by bit to double the true qi bit by bit.

This time, he was facing the rumored strongest warrior on Earth. Qin Fen did not intend to use biochemical beasts or drugs to improve his strength. All he could do in return was the other party's contempt.

Three or five times the Vajra pressed the Yuan, Qin Fen took a deep breath to adjust the flow of blood in his body. The rushing blood was suppressed and slowed down like a stream, like the tranquility of the moment before the storm.

In an instant, Qin Fen's spirit, true energy, and body reached an unprecedented state of harmony. He raised his legs and stepped onto the last step of the mountain and spoke: "I'll bring it up..."

Before he could say anything, in the stone house in front of him that had been repaired as before, a sound of energy that looked like dragons and non-dragons roared on the entire Qilin Mountain. The peaceful Qilin Mountain's top suddenly changed, and the huge airflow suddenly broke out like an explosive nuclear bomb in the small stone house.

The grand energy instantly penetrated the stone wall blocking the two of them. In the blink of an eye, the solid stone had already turned into dust, and rushed out with the grand momentum that ran through the river.

Qin Fen felt a sudden tremor under his feet, as if the rooted feet were about to turn into rootless duckweed again. He knew that this was not the real horse stance under his feet, but the power of the Qilin punch was too great, which made him have a mental illusion, as if the horse stance rooted at his feet was no longer stable.

The huge airflow instantly turned into the rumored Qilin's divine shape, exuding an overwhelming momentum of the king, and came to Qin Fen in an instant.

This attack was still like the last attack. In the moment before the attack, Qin Fen still couldn't feel any signs of the opponent taking action.

But this time, Qin Fen had made all his mental preparations in advance. He wanted to avoid being knocked out, and at this time he didn't care about protecting every grass and tree in Qilin Mountain from being destroyed. The 15-star strength was boosted by three to five times, and he did not leave any release of all the strength.

At the same moment! Qin Fen's body's true energy was sprayed out at full speed, and layers of bright light formed under the sunlight, like a small star's sun. Two dragon-shaped true energy visible to the naked eye sprayed out from his nostrils, quickly hovering around his body at high speed, and rolled the weeds and gravels around his body into it and rose from the ground.

The high-speed flow of true qi gave birth to the cells in the body that were super active. Qin Fen's skin became smooth as jade for a moment, and it became more transparent in the bright light of the sunlight reflected by the true qi. The skin of the newborn baby would be inferior in front of him. The whole person once again became a jade-like figure in the battle of Hannashan that day.

Strike everything and explode! The two dragon-shaped true qi coiled around Qin Fen's body all hovered on his arms in a blink of an eye, forming eighteen tiny roaring dragon-shaped true qi. His legs were not bent and suddenly shook. The rocks under his feet exploded and splashed. The person had already turned into a blurred shadow, thunder step!

"Interesting..." Butler Hou lay on his back on a rattan chair and watched the fierce battle that few people in the world could see, with his lips slightly raised: "However, if you want to avoid the Qilin Fist, that is a delusion."

Qin Fen's thunder steps were fast, and the Kirin Fist was faster. The surging fist still enveloped Qin Fen's body. The roaring Kirin Fist left a mark several inches deep on the ground, and instantly rushed to Qin Fen.

"So fast?"

The lightning step after the Battle of Hannashan was even better than before. Qin Fen's shoulder muscles shook while the lightning step was emitted. His eyebrows were raised and staring at the Qilin fist that had not been avoided. The eighteen dragon-shaped true energy on his arm suddenly turned and twisted towards his arm, like a real dragon pillar. The air around his arm was hissing, as if it was torn cotton clothes.

I originally planned to dodge Lei Step, see Song Wendong's appearance, and give this Earth God a huge gift of meeting. Since I can't dodge, I will break the Qilin Fist Qi!

All the true qi with triple pressure cut through the air as the right arm swung, and eighteen true qi with the bright light gathered together to form a huge dragon-shaped true qi, which suddenly lurked into Qin Fen's arm. It was difficult for people to tell whether it was a human arm or a flying dragon!

"A punch beyond Hannah Mountain..."

Song Zhenting appeared next to Butler Hou at some point, and the bright light shot out from his eyes was filled with indescribable surprise and praise. Although Hannashan fought alone in the battle of two major martial arts masters, it would definitely make people make more progress in martial arts, but the speed of this progress is really too fast!

Soon Song Zhenting even suspected that Qin Fen didn’t need to digest and absorb it? He just needed to swallow it and absorb it automatically and quickly?

While Song Zhenting was admiring, Qin Fen's feet suddenly shook, and the cervical vertebrae were undulating like the rushing Yellow River. While blood kept clattering, the bones were exploding like firecrackers. The fist of the eighteen dragons gathering in the wind and clouds changed again!

Qin Fen knew very well how big the gap was between him and Qilin. It was absolutely stupid to show off his cleverness in front of such a master and hide his strength. He absorbed the boxing skills of the Sahara Desert Soul and completely exploded from his body at this moment.

The top of Qilin Mountain, which was high above with a cool breath, suddenly changed suddenly, and a hot, dry and ancient aura suddenly soared into the sky! At this moment, it seemed as if the entire Qilin Mountain was covered by this ancient air wave, and the sudden change of air was filled with the dry smell from the desert.

Qin Fen integrates the soul of the Sahara Desert for millions of years into the ultimate skill of the Divine Fist [The Gods List], and aims to engrave the Qilin Fist into the gods!

Butler Hou, who had always sat upright on the rattan chair, suddenly shot out two rays of light from his faint old eyes. His dry hands suddenly clenched the armrests of the rattan chair, and his body bounced straightened like a corpse: "Excellent!"

At the same time, two balls of light burst out from the black stone house.

Boom! Boom!

There were bursts of explosions on the top of Qilin Mountain, and the teacup placed on the table in the hall was shaken and flew away from the table. The huge airflow fluttered all the clouds in the sky.

Butler Hou even raised his hand and waved it in front of him, sweeping away the splashed stone dust and true energy, not wanting to miss any moment.

"burst!"

Qin Fen's feet really lightened, and his body floated back into the air when the earth was shaking on the top of Qilin Mountain. Looking at the Qilin's true energy that was blown by a punch, my heart was extremely comfortable, but the blood in my body was like boiling hot water rolled and boiling. The Earth's Martial God's fist was too powerful. If it weren't for the Sahara's desert soul for millions of years, Qin Fen believed that even the list of gods could not engrave the Qilin's fist Qilin's fist Qilin's fist Qi.

In the dark stone house, a sharp finger sword aura pierced through the boiling true energy and flew out again.

Wuxiangjie Finger! Qin Fen listens to the wind to distinguish the position. The middle finger technique is recorded in the Juxue Pavilion in [Shengwu Hall]. The highest level can be colorless and formless, without even a sound, but its power is comparable to the sharpest sword in the world!

Qilin obviously did not do his best to this finger, otherwise even if he could not make a colorless and sound finger without any sound, Qin Fen believed that under the suppression of this explosion of true energy, he could still hide his hearing.

In the air, Qin Fen drew a circle in front of his hands, and the flesh in his arms instantly turned into strong force, hitting the real force of his finger energy shot.

No! Qin Fen suddenly became shocked when he touched Wuxiangjie. The broken finger energy actually protected the three finger sword energy and attacked from different directions.

Wuxiangjie, colorless and unformed! It was not until this moment that Qin Fen knew why Qilin made a sound by Wuxiangjie. He did not want to compete fairly with him, but deliberately made a sound, luring himself to block it, and then change again, thus forcibly defeating himself to show that even if he told others what martial arts he used, he could still win strongly.

The super distance and sudden changes, three true qi caught Qin Fen off guard, and a true qi flashed through his waist. Qin Fen's hands muscles moved at high speed, and the true qi covered the true qi and formed a group of air visible to the naked eye. It popped out in the direction of both sides and grabbed Wuxiangjie and grabbed it.

Pinching Hand vs Wuxiangjie!

More than a dozen firecrackers exploded in the air. When the two Wuxiangjie fingers were crushed, the second Wuxiangjie finger in the stone house was approaching Qin Fen's chest.

No way? Is it defeated again? The thought flashed through Qin Fen's mind. No matter how fast his body was, he still couldn't catch up. He could not stop Qilin's overwhelming attack. Two finger-force sword energy exploded on his chest and forehead. Qin Fen's eyes turned black again and fainted again.

snort……

In the last moment before fainting, Qin Fen heard the stern and disdainful cold snorting coming from the small stone house again.

...

It hurts, and the head is as painful as it is about to explode.

Qin Fen supported the ground with both hands, shook his head hard and sat up. He found that he saw Hashimoto and Jiutian Xuannv again. The surrounding environment was obviously at the foot of Qilin Mountain.

After gently moving his shoulders, Qin Fen felt pain in every muscle in his body.

How could it be? Qin Fen was a little surprised. Didn’t he just hit the sword twice this time? Why did his whole body hurt?

He lowered his head and untied his upper body clothes. Qin Fen's skin was covered with green pieces and purple pieces everywhere, and the skin was even broken in many places.

Hashimoto looked at Qin Fen's puzzled expression and explained: "You came down the mountain, not someone was lifted down."

The martial arts master is a martial arts master. As long as he is not injured, even if he is in a coma, the true qi that protects the body will have a certain protective effect.

Rolling down from the top of the mountain thousands of meters without breaking his arm, Qin Fen felt that his luck was already very good.

Looking up at the still towering Qilin Mountain, Qin Fen sighed helplessly. The second time he went up the mountain, smashing Qilin Fist Qilin's fist Qi was a great improvement than the first time he went up the mountain, but he still hit two fingers and was knocked out again.

The most important thing is that Qin Fen found that he still didn't say the eight words "I'm going to propose marriage" and wanted to go to Song Jia.

Qin Fen sat cross-legged, recalling the battle before being knocked out again, and suddenly discovered something even more boring to him.

I went up the mountain twice, faced the stone house twice, and faced the attack of Qilin Fist twice, but I never saw the appearance of Qilin clearly.

"This..." Qin Fen pressed his cross-legged knees with both hands, straightened his spine and looked up at Qilin Mountain. When he went up the mountain twice, he didn't see Qilin clearly. Although this was not a shame, it was indeed too leaky.

"That finger just now...If I could do martial arts..."

Qin Fen held his chin with one hand and fell into deep thought. When he found Hashimoto beside him, he looked like he had something to say.

"Brother Hashimoto, what do you want to say?"

"He wants to tell you that it wasn't just now." Jiutian Xuannv's tone had a bit of teasing voice: "It's been a day and a night for you to go down."

Hashimoto lightly lit his huge head: "Brother Qin, you have indeed been in a coma for a day. I think it's better to leave here first..."

"No need, I don't feel the murderous aura of Qilin." Qin Fen shook his head: "I think he has no idea to kill me yet. It's just that the breath is mixed with my feeling of being very unhappy."

Wukong Skills! Qin Fen took out the [Wukong Skills] from the Holy Martial Hall and gently looked at it. If he knew Wukong Skills in the last battle on the top of the mountain, even if he could not use the ultimate flexibility due to star-level strength, no matter how immature it is, he could still dodge in the air and even make a certain counterattack.

Hashimoto looked at Qin Fen, who was studying hard, and asked in a low voice: "You don't plan to go to Qilin Mountain again, are you?"

"Yes." Qin Fen closed the book and nodded gently: "I want to go to Qilin Mountain three times! This time I want to see Qilin's true appearance clearly, and at the same time I have to tell you about the proposal."
Chapter completed!