The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

Stepping on the land of the Luoxia Mountains, Luo Qingsong was very happy, even faintly blowing wind under his feet, very fast.

He had to be happy. As the first person to be eliminated from the Tiger Cardiac Training Camp, Luo Qingsong didn't dare to leave Xuanjing at first, which was really shameful.

He was planning to live in Xuanjing for a few months, and then he returned home for a reason why he could not wait for such a reason.

Unexpectedly, when Luo Qingsong was spending time in the Yihongyuan of Xuanjing, Li Daniu came to him again.

And speaking about the hunting game, Luo Qingsong's heart once again ignited the light of hope.

"Huh, we have more than two hundred martial arts masters arresting you and fifty ordinary people. This is simply a bargain for nothing. It’s so pitiful. I, Luo Qingsong, have been ill in my life, and now I’m finally lucky. This time, I You must enter Hu Benwei with the best results!"

That's right, Luo Qingsong is here to prove himself!

He deliberately wanted to slap Guo Gang in the face to let him know how wrong it was to be the first to eliminate himself.

For this reason, Luo Qingsong refused several groups of people who wanted to find him to unite, and work alone.

In his thoughts, Luo Qingsong is dignified, how can he unite with others? Isn't this taking credit for himself?

He absolutely can't do the kind of thankless things!

"Swish!"

With so many thoughts in mind, there was a rustling sound not far away, and Luo Qingsong immediately became alert and shouted, "Who!"

Not far away, Wu Aiguo's figure was visibly stunned, and then looked back, after seeing Luo Qingsong, his expression was just right showing a trace of panic, and then he turned his head and ran!

If Luo Qingsong pays attention at this moment, he will definitely find that Wu Aiguo's direction is a little strange. It can even be said that he will not hesitate to go around and step on a certain direction. This obviously does not conform to the style of panic.

But Luo Qingsong didn't have the time to think so much at this moment. Without any hesitation, he ran wildly and directly caught up.

"Haha, little guy, you can catch it without putting your hands on it. In my Luo Qingsong's hands, no matter who you are, you must bow your head obediently..."

Before Luo Qingsong finished a sentence, his voice stopped abruptly. He only felt a burst of power coming from his ankle, and then he lifted off the ground!

That's... the feeling of flying.

"I have broken through to the realm of martial arts?" Luo Qingsong thought secretly: "But why is his head so dizzy? The person in front of you is also upside down?"

Looking down at his toes, Luo Qingsong finally understood everything. He had broken through some martial spirit. He was clearly caught in the enemy's trap, his ankles were hung, and the whole person just hung on the tree.

It's still the big head down!

With the breeze blowing, Luo Qingsong could even feel himself swaying slightly, like a...dry bacon.

"Hello, but, how dare you treat a martial artist who has reached its heyday in this way, see me, break free, and kill you all!"

Luo Qingsong regained his bloodliness again, and he had to break away from the restraints on his feet when he moved his spiritual power.

But at this moment, he only saw a wooden stick with the thickness of a thigh, getting closer and closer to his forehead...

"Boom!!"

The dull sound came so far, Luo Qingsong fell into a coma before he realized what was going on.

He is indeed a strong martial artist, and also a young talent with extraordinary combat power.

But even so, I am afraid of sap!