Shura Martial God

Chu Fann and Chu Feihu stood opposite of each other, their bodies emitting a strong aura of determination.    

The two of them left the dining table in a flash and arrived at the center of the square.    

Chu Feihu put his hands behind his back and said arrogantly, "Trash, I'll let you attack first. "    

"If I attack, your little life will be gone. Although your Imperial City Chu Clan has a lot of trash, I don't want to hurt our relationship. If I don't attack you today, you won't be able to hit me! "    

Chu Fann put one hand on his back and said while eating melon seeds with the other.    

Arrogant!    

When the people who were eating heard Chu Fann's arrogant words, they put down their chopsticks and looked at him mockingly.    

Chu Feihu was a genius of Chu Clan. Even if it was the Expert of Desolation Stage, it would still injure Chu Feihu if he stood there and let him hit it.    

Not to mention that it was a useless Chu Fann.    

"Alright. "    

A trace of ruthlessness flashed across Chu Feihu's eyes. Today, he wanted to humiliate Chu Fann.    

Swoosh!    

Chu Feihu stomped on the ground with his foot, and his body shot out like an arrow, appearing next to Chu Fann in a flash.    

Bang!    

Without saying anything, Chu Feihu stretched out his middle finger and pointed it out.    

As he gathered his courage, waves of energy spread out in all directions. Chu Feihu's middle finger immediately turned silver white.    

Sizzle sizzle!    

All of a sudden, lightning appeared on Chu Feihu's silver finger. Sizzle sizzle!    

Chu Fann squinted his eyes when he saw this. Then, he said with a disdainful smile. "What kind of strange cultivation technique is this? It turns out to be the trash cultivation technique of a lecherous monk. "    

Upon seeing this, Chu Fann's body lightly jumped over Chu Feihu's head like a kangaroo.    

"Pui!"    

Chu Fann spat out a mouthful of melon seeds when he flipped over.    

The wet melon seeds and saliva sprayed on Chu Feihu's head.    

"Bastard!"    

Chu Feihu roared angrily. His body spun for a while, and he pointed his middle finger at Chu Fann with all his might.    

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!    

His middle finger was accompanied by lightning, and with a hissing sound, it shot out like a storm toward Chu Fann's face.    

Chu Fann's expression was calm. His body was like a fairy plucking a lotus flower. It was extremely strange and mysterious, causing Chu Feihu to miss every attack!    

"Lighting Finger!"    

Chu Feihu was already exhausted to the point of gasping for breath. After dozens of attacks, he couldn't do anything to Chu Fann. Now, he could only use his cultivation technique.    

All of his courage was focused on his middle finger.    

Instantly, the lightning on Chu Feihu's middle finger suddenly increased. It shot out hundreds of thousands of meters of lightning. It was so dazzling that it was even brighter than the sun.    

"Finger of Thunder, that is the cultivation technique of the abbot of the Wuchan Buddhist Temple, Zen God. " A martial artist who was eating stood up in shock and immediately said.    

According to the Asura Journal, the Lighting Finger was created by the blind monk, Shakyamuni Shakyamuni.    

It was said that after Shakyamuni became blind, he cultivated under a large tree once. It was a rainy day, and a huge bolt of lightning descended from the sky.    

As the huge lightning descended, the big tree was reduced to ashes, and the huge lightning was about to descend upon the head of the blind monk.    

The blind monk immersed himself in cultivation and closed his divine sense. Suddenly, he woke up and thought that the huge lightning was a fallen leaf, so he stretched out his hand and flicked it in the air.    

After the giant lightning bolt landed on his middle finger, the blind monk hurriedly used the power of the primeval era to wrap the lightning bolt and prepare to expel it from his body.    

Who knew that the lightning could not be discharged and instead gathered on his middle finger. Later on, the blind monk used his middle finger to deal with the enemy and was able to release strong lightning. This was the origin of the Thunder Finger.    

Bang! Bang!    

Chu Feihu crazily attacked. Every move was ruthless and incomparably powerful.    

However, Chu Fann seemed to be taking a stroll in the park. His body floated around, flashing back and forth.    

After exchanging blows for a cup of tea, Chu Feihu didn't even touch the corner of Chu Fann's clothes.    

"Mr. Fann's movement technique is really strong. "    

Zhao Xumin smiled. He still remembered the first time he saw Chu Fann attack. It was with that movement technique that he exploded the chrysanthemums of many students.    

Zhao Xin and Luo Yao also nodded in agreement by the side.    

"Mr. Chu's strength is at the seventh level of the Soul Creation Stage. "    

First Prince Zhao Zhongjiang took a sip of wine and praised.    

Qin Xiaoyan looked at Chu Fann with a gloomy expression, but he couldn't help but admire Chu Fann's extraordinary intelligence and strength.    

Second Prince Zhao Wenzhi looked at the scene in shock. His eyes sparkled, but he didn't say anything. No one knew what he was thinking.    

In the arena.    

The two of them continued to fight, and it took them another ten minutes to finish their fight.    

Chu Fann still didn't fight back. Zhao Feihu still could not even touch the corner of Chu Fann's clothes.    

"Trash, you only know how to dodge with your movement skill?" Chu Feihu coldly harrumphed.    

"If I don't dodge, I can still defeat you!"    

Chu Fann really didn't dodge. He just stood where he was.    

"That's what you said. Don't blame me for injuring you. "    

With a ferocious expression on his face, Chu Feihu pointed his finger at Chu Fann's chest.    

Today, Chu Feihu was going to hurt Chu Fann. It was Chu Feihu's father and the request of the Chu Clan's Eighth Elder.    

Sizzle sizzle!    

At a certain moment, Chu Feihu's finger hit Chu Fann's chest.    

Streaks of lightning suddenly flowed out from Chu Feihu's middle finger, flooding into Chu Fann's body like a flood.    

Chu Youruo, who was sitting beside the table, was shocked and her expression became cold.    

"Humph! If Chu Feihu injured Fann today, even if the Eighth Elder appears, I will return the favor with my teeth!" Chu Youruo said coldly.    

Old Patriarch smiled. He wanted to see what Chu Fann could rely on.    

Buzz!    

Right at this moment, a bright light suddenly burst out from Chu Fann's chest, and a blood-red scale emerged.    

The scale blocked all the lightning, and a huge force was reflected from it.    

It was the Dragon Scale Body Refining Spell.    

Bang!    

Chu Feihu spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew backwards like a scarecrow.    

"I told you, I want you to kneel down!"    

Chu Fann did not hesitate. With a sway of his body, he kicked Chu Feihu away.    

Bang.    

Chu Feihu was like a dead dog. He was lying on the ground, kneeling on the ground.    

"Little trash, how dare you hurt my son? I will cripple you!"    

Right at this moment, a Third Level of Desolation Stage middle aged man suddenly appeared.    

The middle-aged man was the Eighth Elder of the Chu Clan. His fingers were also surrounded by strange lightning.    

"Hmph, cripple me? Old thing. . . Back then, a trash like you couldn't even compare to a hair on my mother Chu Youruo's head. Now, you want to take revenge? Kneel down as well! "    

Chu Fann looked at the middle-aged man and roared angrily.    

Chu Fann had already noticed that the moment they returned to the Chu Clan, they would be attacked by the people of the Chu Clan.    

This Chu Feihu and his son must have wanted to give Chu Fann and his son a heavy blow.    

With a flick of his wrist, he suddenly took out a Big Umbrella. It turned into a phantom image and smashed towards the middle-aged man.    

Bang!    

The middle-aged man rushed over with disdain, and struck the Big Umbrella with his palm.    

The Big Umbrella erupted with a terrifying light, and with a sweep, it broke the Eighth Elder's arm. After that, the Eighth Elder was beaten to the point of kneeling on the ground.    

"You Chu Clan only know how to look down on people. What you don't know is that in the path of martial arts, the most important thing isn't resources, nor is it guidance from a master teacher, but one's disposition. With your disposition, you won't be able to accomplish anything in your lifetime. "    

Chu Fann looked at the kneeling figures. On the ground, the two of them had dull expressions as they lectured.    

On the ground.    

Chu Feihu, who endured the pain, roared angrily. "Bullshit! The genius of Chu Clan, Brother Feilong, is more than enough to blow you up!"    

"Is that so? Tomorrow will be your sparring session. See if he dares to challenge me. "    

Chu Fann smiled disdainfully. He was too lazy to waste his time on these people. He immediately walked over and sat down beside the table.    

This small interlude quickly passed.    

Old Patriarch praised, "Fann, he said. I can't believe you're this good, man. I think you will become a powerful warrior in Zilai Ancient Kingdom sooner or later. "    

"It's just a small ancient country. Becoming an expert is just a chicken head. What's the point of mentioning it?"    

Chu Fann shook his head repeatedly.    

Upon hearing this, Old Patriarch gave Chu Fann a thumbs up. He carefully savored Chu Fann's words and sighed with emotion.    

"Old man, the Taichi life-force skill can only be an auxiliary skill. Remember not to practice it too much, otherwise it will affect your cultivation base. "    

After a pause, Chu Fann reminded him sincerely.    

Chu Youruo did not understand and knocked Chu Fann again. "Stinking brat, what nonsense are you talking about? Grandpa Chu eats more salt than you eat, and you even guide him in his cultivation?"    

Chu Changming disapproved of Chu Youruo's words. He completely believed Chu Fann's words!    

Recently, due to him cultivating too much Taichi Life-Prolonging Technique, his cultivation base had become unstable, and he had no feeling of solidifying it.    

Chu Changming was very surprised. How did this brat know about this?    

After greeting him, Chu Changming left this place and headed to another table.    

After finishing their meal, the group went to the mountaintop of Chu Clan to sightsee.    

The one who led them was the current patriarch of Chu Clan, Chu Zangfeng.    

The mountain range where Chu Clan was located was rather spectacular. It was tall and steep, rocks and wondrous rocks were dripping down, mountain apes were hissing, and mist coiled around it. It was a beautiful scene.    

"Mr. Chu, why don't we take a walk together?"    

Zhao Wenzhi walked over with a smile on his face. He cupped his fists at Chu Fann and said with a faint smile.    

Behind Zhao Wenzhi was a young man. He was Pang Tianzhi of the Pang Family.    

Chu Fann sized Zhao Wenzhi up. He didn't refuse or agree to it. He just continued to tour the surrounding scenery.    

"May I ask, sir, how do I obtain the world?"    

Zhao Wenzhi cupped his fists once again and asked.    

"Those who obtain the support of the people will obtain the world. "    

Chu Fann smiled and immediately acted dumb.    

Zhao Wenzhi smiled bitterly and saw that Chu Fann was pretending to be stupid. He politely said, "Sir, you know that I am not talking about this. How can I rule the world? "    

"Those who win the hearts of the people will rule the world. "    

Chu Fann still smiled and stopped walking. He said indifferently.    

Zhao Wenzhi asked a few more times, but Chu Fann said the same thing.    

Pang Tianzhi frowned. In his heart, he hated Chu Fann, but as a wise man, he did not show it.    

Seeing Chu Fann play dumb, Pang Tianzhi didn't say anything, but his heart was pounding.    

Zhao Wenzhi and Pang Tianzhi said their goodbyes and left.    

"Mr. Chu, so you are here. May I ask how you are going to conquer the world?" The First Prince, Zhao Zhongjiang, quickly walked over and asked.    

When he saw Zhao Wenzhi, he immediately followed him.    

"Those who win the hearts of the people will win the world. "    

Chu Fann still answered the same question.    

Qin Xiaoyan frowned, not knowing what Chu Fan meant.    

"Kid, this isn't what our First Prince asked. He is asking us to fight for the throne. . . " The Great General of the Burning Prairie, Yue Jingzhong, roared at the top of his voice.    

"Shut up! General Yue, don't say anything. "    

Zhao Zhongjiang hurriedly said more than that. If not, he was afraid that this general with well-developed limbs and simple-minded mind would tell him about the fight for the throne.