Dreams and fists shatter the sky

Chapter 23: Mountain Fist

Ye An smiled when he heard this.

He had tried several times in his dreams to drain his physical strength and accumulate strength until death!

It was because he had seen the scene of himself punching with all his strength that he thought he was a natural boxer!

Ye An didn't waste any words and began to accumulate strength.

The fist intention began to rise, and white mist rose around him.

Soon, five seconds passed.

The mist around him became thicker.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly.

Then, twenty seconds passed.

There was no sign of fatigue on Ye An's muscles.

Zhang Sanfeng raised his eyebrows slightly.

Then.

One minute passed.

Zhang Sanfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and at this moment the mist around Ye An was almost condensed into substance.

Then.

Two minutes passed!

Zhang Sanfeng's pupils trembled slightly.

Dense sweat appeared on Ye An's body, and his face was not as calm as at the beginning, and his physical strength gradually reached the bottom.

At this moment.

The fist intention around him completely solidified into a solid entity, like a pair of arm armor attached to Ye An's arms.

"Martial Intention Weapon!?"

Zhang Sanfeng was shocked.

Isn't this something that only a martial artist of the fifth realm can do! ?

A body of martial intention, condensed into armor, or a weapon that you are good at, greatly enhancing your own strength!

Ye An can do this at the third realm! ?

The Supreme Fist...

What a Supreme Fist!

But fortunately, this Martial Intention Weapon is not genuine, but a one-time one.

Otherwise, it would really make people feel inferior.

But it's not over yet.

2 minutes and 37 seconds.

Ye An showed a look of pain on his face, and his physical strength was at its bottom.

2 minutes and 48 seconds, Ye An's body trembled slightly, and he couldn't control his fist intention a little bit, and the ground began to crack.

2 minutes and 56 seconds!

Ye An's fist intention has reached the level of being out of control, and the entire basement began to shake, and cracks began to appear on the sandbags, exercise equipment, and load-bearing walls.

Three minutes!

Zhang Sanfeng shouted: "Punch!"

If he doesn't punch again, Ye An's fist will be completely out of control. At that time, the fist will be scattered, the power cannot be condensed, and the lethality will be greatly reduced. There is no point in continuing to accumulate power!

But Ye An didn't listen!

3 minutes and 02.

The basement with a radius of 100 meters was completely covered by the fist!

Scarlet bloodshot appeared in Ye An's eyes.

He felt as if he was cut into pieces, but he still gritted his teeth!

Can't make a sound, once he opens his mouth, the power will be lost!

3 minutes and 05 seconds!

The limit has been reached!

Ye An raised his head and roared, like a tiger coming down the mountain, punching Zhang Sanfeng without any fancy punches!

Too much force!

Too fast!

Sonic boom!

The terrifying impact force shattered the load-bearing wall of the basement!

The earth trembled, and the house began to collapse!

But Ye An only had Zhang Sanfeng in his eyes!

His eyes were like dragons, focused on one point!

Finally, he punched out like a dragon!

The sound of his punch was like a dragon's roar!

Zhang Sanfeng's face showed a serious look, but his body remained motionless.

The next second!

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise.

Zhang Sanfeng was unharmed.

Ye An's fist stopped at his abdomen, unable to make him retreat a step.

Then.

The basement was about to collapse.

But the next second!

The extreme ice was like light and shadow passing through the huge house, and everything it passed was condensed into frost!

Ji Qing stood quietly in place, and in just a second, he was already in the ice and snow.

The whole wooden house was completely frozen, and it did not collapse!

Zhang Sanfeng thought it was really a demon against the sky.

He couldn't help but think of the lament left by an ancient man.

"Although the disabled are as fleeting as fireworks, they are also as dazzling as fireworks."

No, His Highness will not die, Zhang Sanfeng thought silently in his heart.

Finally, he said: "Go out first, I'll let the earth-based building restorer come to deal with the house."

Ji Qing nodded silently.

Then, the exhausted Ye An was taken to the lawn in the backyard.

He lay under the ancient tree, lying in a big letter shape, his body flushed due to excessive congestion.

He was breathing heavily, not only feeling tired, but also feeling that his brain was lacking oxygen, a little hypoglycemic, and his lips were pale.

Zhang Sanfeng sat beside him, his face changing unpredictably.

I have never seen such a thing.

Accumulate power for three minutes!

The third realm!

The aftermath of the power of a punch actually directly collapsed a wooden house!

Suddenly, he noticed that cracks appeared on the road more than ten meters outside Ye An's house.

At this moment.

He suddenly realized something very important.

This matter is very ordinary.

It is something that no one believed before, but now someone should believe it.

Meng Chen also mentioned this matter.

Fist cultivators are the most worthless warriors on the battlefield!

Zhang Sanfeng believes that fist cultivators will have value, we just haven't met the right talent.

Thousands of years have passed.

Master has never been able to prove this until his death.

So in the past two years, cracks have appeared in Zhang Sanfeng's Dao heart.

But at this moment.

The power in his body that is extremely important to the ninth realm demigod began to surge.

Suddenly, Zhang Sanfeng stood up and looked up at the infinitely high sky.

There was no trace of vicissitudes in his eyes, and the wine gourd on his waist became a decoration from then on.

On the stage at the top of the world.

There must be a place for boxing practitioners!

But on this mountain road where Ye An walks to the top of the world, someone must knock him out first!

Finally, he turned his head and looked at Ye An lying on the ground, and smiled brightly: "This punch is very high."

"Practice boxing well, I'll wait for you at the First Great Wall!"

After that, Zhang Sanfeng left.

Then, the engineers arrived and quickly repaired the house under the command of Li Tang, who had been waiting at the door all night.

"I don't want to move." Ye An murmured to himself.

Ji Qing sat beside him with her legs together, raised her head and stroked the ends of her hair, and her little mouth moved slightly: "I'll carry you home."

"Yeah." Ye An tilted his head and fell asleep on the spot.

The house was also repaired with the help of the earth-type practitioners.

Ji Qing picked up Ye An in a princess hug, and his body floated into the air and flew into the house through the window.

Li Tang downstairs also returned home.

This night passed.

But this is for Ye An!

7-1 War Zone.

That is, the Seventh Great Wall, the First War Zone.

The demon clan's prodigy Kyles fell in a pool of blood, full of despair.

In front of him was an ordinary-looking gentle boy wearing black-framed glasses and thick bandages on his hands.

Li He walked towards Kyles step by step, his steps were calm and his expression was calm.

But in Kyles' ears, Li He's footsteps were like the whispers of the god of death, getting closer and closer.

"Infinite level..."

"If I kill you, my battle transfer should be able to pass Zhang Shimo."

His battle transfer data appeared in his mind, 175%

Only ranked second, which made him very uncomfortable.

Thinking of this, Li He pulled the corner of his mouth and slashed his sword!

At this time, a demon king descended.

The next second.

Meng Chen appeared and confronted the demon king, looking relaxed and comfortable.

The demon king spoke very quickly and quickly offered a bunch of high-priced items to buy Kyles' life.

Meng Chen let Li He make his own choice.

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