Reverse the World with Martial Arts from a Crap to a Master

Chu Nan's behavior naturally carried a lot of meaning.

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out in the sky, "Who dares to be so bold and make trouble in Cloud Mountain?"

Hearing this voice, Feng Meng's face immediately burst into a smile.

Not far from piaoyun mountain, Elder Ling thought, "The black and white shuangsha is indeed in Cloud Mountain."

In a corner of Cloud Mountain, the martial king of the Tianyi Sect said with a happy face, "The opportunity is here."

Secretly, the old man who pinched the clay man frowned. "What is this kid trying to do? Is it arrogance or... Strength to provoke a martial king?"

Chu Nan made such a move in Cloud Mountain. First, in order to divide the power of Cloud Mountain, if Cloud Mountain was twisted into a rope, it would be very difficult for them in the future. However, after Chu Nan's skill, Bai Gu and the others had a lot more room to deal with it, so that they could have a better development space. Chu Nan had set up a chess piece, so they would not let the chess piece live and die on its own. It would create the best conditions for them to give him more help in the future.

As for bringing the twelve bandits of Yan Mountain to kill Cloud Mountain, it was to put this force on the surface, one light, one dark, and two paths of development.

Chu Nan's second reason was because of the mysterious martial king in Cloud Mountain. He wanted to find a martial king to try his hand and see how far he had come.

This was not Chu Nan's arrogance, but a deliberate one.

If there was a chance, Chu Nan would still like to train into the first level of the Cangshan, the first level of the meridians, Chu Nan had already calculated it, but the force required was too much, Chu Nan could only sigh with joy.

The king of martial arts was in Chu Nan's eyes.

Moreover, Chu Nan's actions would have a negative impact on Cloud Mountain; moreover, Chu Nan doubted whether this Cloud Mountain was also the power of the mysterious man; that mysterious power, Chu Nan had always been wary.

Before the shouting in the air had dissipated, a figure came into the air.

Flying in the air is one of the symbols of a martial king.

Chu Nan looked at the black figure, his eyes shining.

When Feng Meng saw this, he couldn't stop smiling. He shouted at Chu Nan, "Black and white, prepare to die. In front of the martial king, you are an ant. How dare you..."

"Noisy!"

Chu Nan's face turned cold, and Martial King Heiyi, who was falling from the sky, shot directly at Feng Meng.

Chu Nan stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air. The golden arrow, which was formed by the force of gold, then transformed into a shape and shot only at Feng Meng.

Feng Meng was just a junior Martial. Tian Baijian was such a powerful man. Chu Nan shot a golden arrow through dantian and burst his body. How could he resist it?

However, Feng Meng's face did not change at all. With the king of martial arts here, how could he be okay? Feng Meng never thought that the black and white evil spirits were the opponent of the martial king. "Can you kill me just by yourself? Let's dream about spring and autumn!"

Sure enough, the king in black landed in front of Feng Meng. As the golden arrow darted forward, it dissipated. When it was three meters away from the king, the golden arrow disappeared completely.

"Boy, you will pay for this." Martial King Heiyi's face was very ordinary. It belonged to a group of people who couldn't recognize it when they turned around.

However, Chu Nan understood that this face was not Martial King Heiyi's original face, but did not know how to use it. Hearing Martial King Heiyi's words, Chu Nan smiled and said, "I don't know what price I will pay?"

"Die!"

"What if I don't want to die?"

"Then surrender to me."

"But I don't want to surrender either!"

When the black king heard Chu Nan say this, he couldn't help but be a little surprised. The martial artist that the martial king cultivated was definitely considered to be a first-class strong person on the land of tianwu. Among the experts, for the average martial artist, it was like the existence of heaven.

Even for the strong cultivators of Martial, it was the same. From ancient times to modern times, there were many martial artists who were stuck on the threshold of the martial king, but they could not overcome it until the end of their life.

Therefore, Martial was no match for the martial king.

However, Martial King Heiyi did not see the slightest fear on Chu Nan's face. All he saw was calm and calm. After a moment of thought, Martial King Heiyi said faintly, "What do you want?"

"Speak with your fists."

Martial King Heiyi was taken aback, then sneered, "Boy, you're overestimating yourself."

"Then take a punch from me first!"

With the sound of his voice, Chu Nan made a bold move. The combined force of the ninth level power of the Mang Mountain and the strength of the temper of the Dragon Pill spun rapidly, and then merged with the force of the Mang Mountain.

With earth, 30,000 jin, Hao Ran hit.

Martial King Heiyi's face was grim. The power that came from Bai Sha made him feel a little scared. This was something that had never happened before.

Chu Nan, on the other hand, had already punched and the air burst.

Chu Nan's speed was not fast. It was easy for Martial King Heiyi to dodge, but in the current situation, he was not allowed to dodge at all. Martial King Heiyi's eyes were cold and he shouted, "I'll take your punch if I take your punch. I'll see if you have any arrogance."

His hands were drawn in a circle, and a dull yellow light filled his eyes.

Seeing this, Chu Nan smiled. "This martial king is practicing the Earth Origin Force. That's great."

In an instant.

He punched.

"Boom!"

At the place where the fists met, a small sun erupted and rumbled.

The calmness on Martial King Heiyi's face had long been thrown nine days away, and the rest was the heaviness that had never been seen before. "This white devil, how powerful he is! What kind of skill is this? No Martial has ever been like this man before; no, Lin Yun from the Artifact Sect seems to be quite powerful, isn't he..."

Martial King Heiyi was already in shock, coupled with the possibility that his eyes were no longer so firm; and Chu Nan, in his heart, was also uncomfortable, after all, the opponent was the martial king, the replenishing that fell from the fist, in his body was rampant.

But chu didn't stop. He held down the Earth Origin Force, then raised his fist and struck again. Martial King Heiyi's eyes sparkled. "It seems that today is not so easy to solve. No, we can't fight him here. We have to lead him to a secluded place. Otherwise, his identity might be exposed."

Just as Martial King Heiyi was about to stop the attack again, Chu Nan's speed suddenly increased, and without any reaction, he bypassed Martial King Heiyi and went straight for the leader of the floating cloud gang, Feng Meng.

Feng Meng was watching the show. He saw Martial King Heiyi take Chu Nan's punch with ease, his face still smug, and he said, "In a while, there will be no black and white ghosts in this world."

Then, Feng Meng saw chu nan rushing towards him.

"Ah!" Feng Meng screamed in anger.

In the scream, Martial King Heiyi turned around, with a sword in his hand, and cut straight at Chu Nan...

Screams, piercing sounds.

Suddenly, it was done.

Chu Nan turned around and blocked the sword with his fist.

Feng Meng felt a little relieved, but before he could finish breathing, his face suddenly changed.

Because even though Chu Nan turned his head, there was still a dull yellow fist in the air, attacking him.

It was incredibly fast.

Before he could take the magic weapon out of the ring, his fist hit him in the chest.

Feng Meng immediately flew backwards like a kite with broken strings, spitting out blood in his mouth.

At the moment of Feng Meng's virtual boxing, Chu Nan's fist and Martial King Heiyi's sword were forced together.

Boom!

Chu Nan also flew back, his face pale, but he returned to normal in an instant.

Martial King Heiyi, on the other hand, remained where he was, but the sword in his hand, which had been formed by force, had been smashed to ashes. The object that the powerful martial king gathered was not a shadow, but a solid one, even more powerful than the inferior artifact.