The first time Park Yingxiong used the Hundred Steps Divine Fist, he thought that Chen Qiye was one big difference from him, and Chen Qiye would never survive under his Hundred Steps Divine Power.

The second time Park Young-heung used a new trick to build a hundred-ton watercraft with all the mysterious energy in the Qi Sea, and wanted to kill Chen Qiye in one fell swoop.

This made him successful.

Chen Qiye was hit as he wished and sunk, but he wanted to go ashore twice, but he was dragged back to the battlefield by Chen Qiye twice. Looking at the black shadows rising into the sky, Park Young-heung was the Peninsula Fist Saint and the No. 1 master in the Asian Realm, he was a little doubtful about his life.

"Why are you not dead yet? You were obviously hit by my water-burning technique just now, so you can't die." Park Young-heung frowned.

What is the concept of one hundred tons?

One hundred tons of water are enough to level a slope and a truck flatten it, which can knock a mountain into a hole, but Chen Qiye stood intact in front of Park Young-heung once, how could he not doubt life?

"If I say I don't even know, do you believe it?" Chen Qiye stood on the river again, shook his head gently and said.

Just as the giant watercraft was about to hit him, Chen Qiye felt a blue light coming out of his body and unloaded the watercraft weighing 100 tons for him.

The source of this green light did not come from the Qihai, nor from other parts of the body. He guessed that Jiufeng saved his life at the critical moment.

"Chen Qiye, since you don't want to reveal your trump card, I won't force you, I will take it from you." Park Young-heung's face was dull, and then he smiled coldly.

What was too strong and the miracle just now made Park Young-heung feel very interested in Chen Qiye's body. He planned to kill Chen Qiye first and study it carefully.

Just as Park Young-heung was about to use the Hundred Steps Divine Fist, Chen Qiye slowly closed his eyes, stumbled into the void with his left hand, and then grabbed it violently.

Park Young-heung had just moved away and suddenly felt the fluctuations in the air, and was shocked by Chen Qiye.

"How is that possible!"

Park Young-heung looked disbelief: "The construction of Qihai requires a small Zhoutian before you dare to step into Tongxuan. Why can you use the Xuanqi in Qihai now?"

The power of the Xuanist lies in the formation of the Qi Sea, which will continuously produce mysterious energy for warriors to drive to kill enemies or use them to break through.

The time for building the Qihai Sea is almost an iron rule. One week is the time when the earth rotates for seven days, but the moment Chen Qiye grabbed the void with his left hand, it vibrated the air.

This is obviously a precursor to the fluctuation of Xuanqi in the air, which is contrary to Park Young-xiong's cognition and the definition of Xuan-Tong in the martial arts world.

But no matter how Park Young-hoon was shocked, Chen Qiye still had his eyes closed and ignored the things in the outside world, as if he had reached another time and space.

Yes, just when Park Young-heung was planning to use the Hundred Steps Divine Fist at one time, a sword suddenly popped up in Chen Qiye's mind.

There was another voice in his mind telling Chen Qiye that as long as he could hold this sword, he could kill Park Young-heung in one go.

As the mysterious energy around Chen Qiye became more and more powerful, Park Young-heung's heart was in a turbulent way.

"Why is this kid's body harder than ordinary people? Why can he use the mysterious energy in the Qi Sea as soon as he stepped into Tongxuan? Could it be that he is the chosen son of God?"

"Impossible, the son of the gods, I, Park Young-heung, is the son of the gods, and I am the martial arts genius who has been released once a thousand years. Chen Qiye must have practiced some kind of secret technique to use the mysterious energy in the Qi sea in advance."

"Then what should I do now?"

Seeing the mysterious energy fluctuations on the opposite side were already gushing and ripples were blowing in the river, Park Young-heung was a little difficult to get off the tiger.

Because his qi sea was already boring, the water-bombing move just now had consumed his mysterious energy. Although he didn't know what Chen Qiye was brewing, according to the fluctuations of the mysterious energy, he was definitely not able to resist now.

"escape!"

"While Chen Qiye's move has not yet been formed, I still have time to escape now."

When the word escape appeared in Park Young-heung's mind for the first time, the Peninsula Fist Saint made a shocking move.

"Chen Qiye, you use the secret technique to duel me. I suffer a lot. Today, three years later, we are going to fight."

After the roar was over, Park Young-heung jumped, without any delay, sank directly into the bottom of the river, turning into a water fish, and fleeing towards the upstream of the Han River.

Li Jianyao was stupid, Li Shuzhen was completely stunned.

The Che family, Chen family, Zheng family and other top ten chaebolists on the peninsula, plus senior masters from many countries' martial arts world, saw the white shadows running desperately at the bottom of the Han River, and their chins were almost on the ground.

"Escape? The Fist Saint is actually afraid of Chen Qiye?"

"Secret technique? Who stipulates that secret technique cannot be used in martial arts wars? This is clearly a rhetoric."

"Park Young-heung is a life-long destruction for a while!"
Chapter completed!