Everyone was shocked and were thinking carefully about the meaning of Li Qingluan's words.

She could not order Chen Qingyang to do anything, does that mean that this young man is not from Hongluan Sect?

Mo Xiufeng saw that Li Qingluan was so tough, he was hesitant.

During this period, he has been implementing a secret plan. If successful, he will uproot Li Qingluan's Hongluan Sect and let Qinghu Gang firmly sit in the position of leader in the Yangtze River Delta.

The plan has not been successful yet, and it is not appropriate to have a conflict with Li Qingluan at this time.

"Since that's the case, I'll give you Li Qingluan a face and not care about him." Mo Xiufeng said in a low voice, but anyone could see that the harshness in his eyes was unconcealed.

Li Qingluan did not respond and looked at Chen Qingyang. She knew that Mo Xiufeng was willing to give in and Chen Qingyang would never compromise.

"I said, I will treat you as much as you treat my friend." Chen Qingyang said lightly, and suddenly a faint aura emanated from his body.

"I don't know what's wrong, Brother Xiufeng, don't talk nonsense to him. Since he is seeking death, I'll help him. If something happens, I'll take it." Ren Jian behind him said with an angry look on his face.

In Haicheng, there are still young people who dare to step on his head and act wildly. They are so tired of living!

A sudden inexplicable aura appeared on Chen Qingyang's body, which surprised Mo Xiufeng.

Without time to think about it, Chen Qingyang took a big step and took the lead in taking action.

A seemingly ordinary punch brought out a whistling sound of breaking through the air, making the eardrums hurt.

Chen Qingyang's punch was not fast, but it made Mo Xiufeng feel a mountain of pressure.

He stopped hesitating and stepped on his feet. The expensive marble floor instantly cracked, his body was slightly stopped, and his whole body was as stable as Mount Tai.

Mo Xiufeng's kick just now contained the word "Zhen" in Bajiquan. The thick and powerful force spread from his feet, making Chen Qingyang's eyes lit up.

Before Chen Qingyang's fist hit, Mo Xiufeng opened his five fingers and turned them into a palm knife, and then slashed towards Chen Qingyang's forehead towards the sky.

The power of this palm is rapid and powerful, with a rather extraordinary momentum, as if it is capable of splitting mountains.

"This is the mountain-splitting palm of Bajiquan!"

A shocked voice suddenly sounded in the crowd.

Bajiquan is an ancient boxing technique with a long history, known for its fierceness and domineeringness. The real ancient martial arts Bajiquan, in terms of explosive power alone, can rank among the top three of countless boxing techniques in China. You can imagine how terrifying it is.

The Baji Sect has an extremely high status in the Chinese martial arts community, with disciples all over the world, and is a veritable super sect.

It is rumored that Mo Xiufeng learned from a master of Bajiquan in his early years. He had already practiced the eight Vajra styles of Bajiquan to a state of perfection, and there were few rivals at the same level.

Now his move to split the mountain palm is one of the eight Vajra styles, and its power is extremely terrifying.

Chen Qingyang didn't expect that Mo Xiufeng was practicing advanced boxing techniques such as Bajiquan. He was careless for a moment and it was too late to exert force.

"boom!"

When the fists and palms were touching each other, Chen Qingyang's body trembled violently, and was directly shrunk three or four meters by the powerful recoil force.

Mo Xiufeng still stood steadily, his body swayed slightly, almost motionless.

"What a powerful palm, it is worthy of being the Bajiquan that claims to be the strongest explosive power." There are also many knowledgeable people among them, and they all subconsciously took a breath.

"That young man is really ungrateful. He dares to fight Bajiquan head-on, which is simply seeking death!"

"I guess his hand bone must have been broken at this moment."

"It must be decided."

Everyone couldn't help but look at Chen Qingyang. In addition to ridicule, there were many pitying eyes.

Li Qingluan frowned slightly, how could she not tell that Chen Qingyang's strength was far inferior to Mo Xiufeng.

At the peak of the Dark King against the middle stage of Hua Jin, there is almost a big difference between Dark King and Mo Xiufeng, who practices Tai Chi, has a real combat power comparable to that of the warrior in the late stage of Hua Jin. No matter how powerful Chen Qingyang is, Li Qingluan does not think he is Mo Xiufeng's opponent.

"I thought it was so powerful. It turned out that it was just a bluffing paper tiger. Brother Xiufeng, I'll ruin him for me." Ren Jian behind him couldn't help but sarcastic and said sarcastically when he saw Mo Xiufeng gaining all the upper hand, with a smug smile on his face.

Chen Qingyang shook his numb right arm and couldn't help but smile bitterly inside. Unexpectedly, he had mistakenly judged Mo Xiufeng's strength.

If you were just a warrior in the middle stage of ordinary spiritual power, even if Chen Qingyang's punch could not hurt him just now, he would definitely not be shocked.

Bajiquan is indeed well-known!

"Come again!" Chen Qingyang moved his muscles and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

It is rare to meet a warrior who masters Bajiquan, so he naturally needs to experience it carefully.

Besides, his strength level was almost at the edge of the Huajin period, and as the power in his body surged, there was a faint tendency to loosen.

Perhaps there is no need to wait ten days or half a month, this battle will allow him to break through to the period of Huajin.

Mo Xiu's eyes turned cold and he said indifferently: "At your age, you can take a punch from me, so don't be ungrateful."

Even at this moment, Mo Xiufeng still didn't want to completely break up with Li Qingluan, otherwise it would be very likely to destroy his plan and it would be more than worth the loss.

Chen Qingyang shook his head and chuckled, "You are so confident that you can beat me?"

Mo Xiufeng smiled disdainfully and said, "Winning you, if you continue to be obsessed with the matter when you raise your hand, don't blame me for being merciless."

As he said that, Mo Xiufeng's gaze looked at Li Qingluan intentionally or unintentionally. Seeing that she had no intention of stopping her, she couldn't help but feel cruel, and her aura suddenly surged.

"Wow!"

Feeling the unparalleled terrifying aura of Mo Xiufeng, many people retreated to avoid being affected by his aura.

"Do you still dare to come?" Mo Xiufeng's voice exploded from his throat, with a huge momentum, and his eyes looked down at Chen Qingyang.

"What's not to dare?"

Chen Qingyang held his breath, his high fighting spirit was as sharp as lightning.

Today he will have a good understanding of the true power of Bajiquan.

"court death!"

Mo Xiufeng roared, his knees sank, and his hands quickly swiped in front of him, forming an attacking posture.

The thick and violent momentum suddenly converged, like a dam storing flood, ready to pour down at any time.

Chen Qingyang used his strength all over his body, and his muscles and bones made crackling sounds like the sound of a tiger and a leopard, which was incredible.

Li Qingluan, not far away, had gathered all his strength and was ready to rescue people at any time. However, at this moment, he saw a sound of a tiger and a leopard on Chen Qingyang. It was the sound of a muscle and bone that could only be made by a warrior who broke into the Huajin period.

However, Chen Qingyang's realm is clearly still at the peak of dark energy, and he is still one step away from the stage of transformation.

Suddenly, Chen Qingyang was like a tiger going down the mountain, and his body rushing away. His waving iron fist wrapped around the overwhelming force, and a loud bang of Mo Xiufeng.
Chapter completed!