The First Thousand and Thirty-Nine Chapters of Taoism Against the Palm of the Sky (4)

Pointing his palm at Feng Xiaoxi, Lu Fan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Before Feng Xiaoxi could figure out what was going on, he felt that his body could not move suddenly.

It seemed that there was a strange force controlling all the energy in his body.

Feng Xiaoxi's pupils dilated, his face full of disbelief.

Because he knows what this power is, when he was practicing Daozangsan. Fatty Dong has already told him emphatically that there are only two sets of exercises in the Qizang scroll and the Musang scroll that can truly compare with the Dao Mie exercises in the Daozang scroll.

One is to palm the sky.

The second is, Shenwei.

The one who controls the sky controls the power of the world. Every fine detail is revealed, and everything is like silk, and everything is under control.

The majestic one, the body that dominates the world. The foot shakes the hills, the eyes pierces the waves, the roar is like a dragon, and the momentum is like a rainbow. I am the only one in the world who can't break through.

But now, what Lu Fan used was exactly the palm he hadn't expected.

The two of them stayed in mid-air in such a strange way.

The strength on Feng Xiaoxi's body was also suddenly extinguished, and he stayed in place motionless.

Lu Fan was in the midst of Feng Xiaoxi's dao extinction, and did not act rashly.

And Feng Xiaoxi was also desperately trying to find a way to break free from Lu Fan's control, so naturally he couldn't move.

The two stared with big eyes, letting the breeze blow their clothes and hair.

This is the first time such a scene has appeared in so many competitions since the Wanfang Nations Tournament.

Below, countless people looked up at this scene with their necks raised.

The time of ten breaths has passed, the time of one hundred breaths has passed, and the time of half a stick of incense has passed.

Lu Fan and Feng Xiaoxi remained motionless.

The two of them seemed to be petrified, staying in mid-air.

"What's the matter? Why are the two of them still not moving?"

"What kind of trick is this? Could it be that the battle between the two is almost invisible?"

"I don't understand, who will tell me, what kind of fighting method is this?"

"Don't understand? It's right if you don't understand. A mortal with naked eyes like you can understand such superb fighting skills?"

"My dear friend, do you understand?"

"I actually didn't understand it either!"

. . . . . .

A group of people are talking about it, maybe it's because the more they don't understand, the more advanced they feel.

That's why most people were amazed at the current performance of Lu Fan and Feng Xiaoxi.

And the people who could really tell how much they were, were even more astonished on the spot.

For example, Sansheng, they are one of the few people who can understand.

But just because they could understand, their entire faces were almost crumpled into a ball.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Bafang Qiansheng was the first to speak out.

He shook his head like a rattle. It seemed that he couldn't believe the scene he saw in front of him.

Chaos Martial Saint's lips trembled slightly and said: "Zhangtian has also appeared! Nine Heavens Gate, the Qi Zang Scroll has also been passed down."

"I said, it's impossible! This Yeying is a warrior. You can see clearly, he is a warrior. How could he practice palming the sky!"

Bafang Qiansheng's voice sank, and he said every word.

Chaos Martial Saint had a complex expression on his face, and he didn't know how to answer Bafang Qiansheng.

Turning his head, Chaos Martial Sage looked at Huanyu Tiansheng and said, "What do you think?"

Tiansheng Tianyu didn't answer, and chose to remain silent.

Obviously, he didn't know whether Bafang Qiansheng was right or Chaos Wusheng was right.

But among the crowd below, there was one person who was able to determine exactly what technique Lu Fan used.

This person is the Fatty Dong who opened his mouth, rubbed his belly, dropped the wine bag on the ground, and still didn't realize it.

"Palm...God!"

Among all the people present, only Fatty Dong can be sure whether the technique used by Lu Fan is Zhangtian.

All he felt now was that his whole body seemed to be petrified. Even the blood seemed to stop flowing at this moment.

Lu Fan has mastered the palm of the hand!

No one knew better than Fatty Dong what this meant.

First, it is basically impossible for Feng Xiaoxi to beat Lu Fan. It is also the three volumes of the heavenly book, which directly offsets Feng Xiaoxi's advantage of Taoism. Lu Fan's own cultivation is stronger than Feng Xiaoxi's. Then there is an 80% chance that Feng Xiaoxi will lose.

Secondly, as a martial artist, Lu Fan has become a master of the sky. This can only show one thing, that is, Lu Fan is still a Qi Refiner.

At this moment, Fatty Dong thought of Wu Chen's smile, and knew the meaning of that smile.

"Wu Chen, oh Wu Chen, it turns out that your wish has really come true. Lu Fan, you really have both Qi and martial arts!"

Fatty Dong was so excited that his whole body trembled.

Other people's dual cultivation of Qi and martial arts, he just listens to it, and doesn't take it seriously at all. It's like Jia Ming pretending to be Lu Fan and practicing both Qi and Wu.

Fatty Dong didn't take it seriously at all, even he knew that Jia Ming must be a fake. Even though he heard a lot of rumors about Lu Fan, he didn't take it seriously.

Because there are so many things like this. Basically not true. In particular, during this period of time, he was still in chaos, and he had not received any news about the saints in the world looking for Lu Fan.

But now, seeing that Lu Fan can practice both Qi and martial arts in palm of the sky. This really couldn't help him not to believe it.

At that time, he always believed that the path chosen by Wu Chen and Suman was a dead end.

Who would have thought that this dead end would break through all the difficulties on Lu Fan's body, overcome all obstacles, and become a way of life.

Fatty Dong wanted to take a sip of wine with trembling palms, but found that the dealer's wine bag had already fallen off.

In a hurry, Fatty Dong took out another bag of wine, raised his head and took a big gulp.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he slapped his thigh and said, "Damn it. When Wu Chen asked me to be Lu Fan's master, why didn't I agree? Why was I so stupid!"

Dong Fatty regretted and started to slap his chubby face.

Talking non-stop, he realized that he had missed a huge opportunity.

Looking up, Fatty Dong stared at Lu Fan's figure with intense eagerness.

"It seems that it's not too late now!"

In the sky, it was almost half a stick of incense time passed.

For such a long time, the two of them remained motionless, not even blinking their eyelids. As if they were going to stare at each other like this!

But some careful people found that although on the surface it seemed that the two were still tied, they were fighting in ways they didn't know.

But in fact, Lu Fan had already gained the upper hand.

Because, on Feng Xiaoxi's forehead, extinguished beads of sweat had already begun to appear. The corners of his eyes also began to twitch slightly.

On the other hand, Lu Fan was still as stable as a mountain, and a smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

"Wonderful exercises, broad and profound!"

Lu Fan praised in his heart.

The Nine Dragons Xuangong Pagoda wailed: "Great master. How can I find out, such a miraculous technique, even in its heyday, I still can't figure out how to do it!"

Lu Fan said in his heart: "That also needs to be explored. If only I could learn a little bit about this Dao Mie from Feng Xiaoxi!"