Chapter 68 Dragon Waist

Although Zhao Long's left arm was very powerful just now, nearly a thousand kilograms of power was stronger than his right arm, which was already very terrifying. In addition, the power of the right arm burst was not weaker than Ouyang Fengchuan's power. However, it had not reached this level. Gradually, Ouyang Fengchuan believed that he had already controlled the situation and did not have such great precautions for Zhao Long's left arm.

In his opinion, Zhao Long's own strength is at the level of an intermediate martial artist, and his left arm is relatively strong, but he is only at the peak of an intermediate martial artist and has not exceeded 6,000 kilograms of strength.

In fact, Zhao Long has been prepared since the beginning, and the strength of his left arm has been left with spare strength. After absorbing the wood energy, the left arm gradually changed. The slight heat feeling in the left arm was stronger, and the effect of cooperating with the wood energy was stronger than the first turn of his own cultivation. No need to ask Zhao Long, he understood what was going on. His left arm had absorbed the fire energy. Although it was very weak, now the left arm contains the gold energy, wood energy, and fire energy, forming a small cycle.

This also caused Zhao Long's left arm strength to continue to increase in the past two days. In addition to the stimulation of fighting Ouyang Fengchuan, and absorbing dragon energy also gave him some benefits. Now, with all the strength of the left arm, he already has the power that only a top-level martial artist has, while Zhao Long can only burst out with nearly 5,000 kilograms of force outside his left arm.

Hiding the power, using the old unscrupulous pictogram boxing technique, and finally burst one after another. Although these were enough to defeat Ouyang Fengchuan, they completely broke his hand bones and twisted and deformed. This was something Zhao Long had never expected. Because just now, he not only used the power of the axe chopping force, but also exploded the strongest force of his left arm, but more importantly, his waist was exerting force and using the dragon waist.

The dragon is a divine object in ancient Chinese legends. It appears in the clouds at times and is unfathomable. There is often a saying that the divine dragon sees its head but not its tail. The dragon is also like a snake shape, and it mainly takes the meaning of twisting the body in the heart and mind [***] fist. The dragon's waist has accumulated strength in its body, stretching and contracting freely. Its divine power is like a mountain torrent, and it is unstoppable.

Just now, Zhao Long twisted the dragon's waist, used the power of accumulation and explosion, instantly pushed the 7,000 kilograms of the left arm, gathered all the strength of his body, and formed ten thousand kilograms of force to smash Ouyang Fengchuan's arm in one fell swoop, and it was twisted and defeated.

"Dragon...Dragon..." Meng Yonghua, who was watching from a distance, was already standing there with his eyes straight, because in his eyes, Zhao Long suddenly twisted his body and pulled out his tail, as if he was like a powerful person who opened mountains and seas.

"Dragon waist, yes, this is the real dragon waist, which is completely inconsistent with the dragon waist passed down from the current Xinyi [***] sect. This is only the dragon waist recorded in the notes of the founder of the founding master. The dragon waist has accumulated strength in its twisting body, stretching and contracting freely. Its divine power is so great that it breaks out like a mountain torrent, it is unstoppable, unstoppable, unstoppable…..." Meng Yonghua studied Xinyi [***] boxing throughout his life, and nothing in this world attracted him more than this.

It was so refreshing. The moment he had just now, his power was actually exponentially improved. If he could use the dragon's waist better, the effect would have been better. Zhao Long also felt that in the battle just now, other species such as tigers, horses, chickens, and eagles themselves had imitated them. But they did not feel as good as dragons. Logically speaking, the dragon was invisible, but he had a feeling in that moment. Suddenly, a thought flashed through Zhao Long's mind. Is it related to the trace of dragon energy in his body?

A prodigal emperor who was a member of Song Huizong who was abusing his family and the country did not expect that he would do something good before his death, leaving a trace of dragon energy behind.

This battle took less than one minute to start with Ouyang Fengchuan's angrily and oppressive attacks, and Zhao Long began to gradually use Xingyiquan to fight back, until he finally used the dragon's waist and turned defeat into victory with an axe. However, it was the most thrilling minute. Zhao Long did not go to see Ouyang Fengchuan again, walked over and picked up his bank card and put on his clothes again.

"My bank card number should be recorded in the Haidong Police Department's finance department. Remember to transfer three million to me."

"Wait..." Ouyang Fengchuan's face was as gray as before, and his face was pale: "You used Xingyiquan just now, which branch of Xingyiquan and which province are you the successor of which province. Although I, Ouyang Fengchuan, lost, I have to figure it out. I don't know which descendant of a senior fellow, pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, and come to kick my heart's signature."

If these people were shocked by Zhao Long's mighty defeat of Ouyang Fengchuan, then the words of Ouyang Fengchuan at this moment caused endless anger. The crowd that had already made a way suddenly closed. Everyone clenched their fists, and a murderous aura filled the audience. They were all shocked just now that Zhao Long could imitate Ouyang Fengchuan to play Xingyiquan during the fight. Now I can understand after Ouyang Fengchuan said this.

It turns out that he is also a disciple of a certain Xingyiquan branch. He deliberately pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger, and deliberately came to ruin his heart's name.

"Haha..." Zhao Longtou didn't reply, and smiled faintly: "You think this is a martial arts novel, and you always smash your signature. Nowadays, everyone is busy making money and surviving. Who has the time to do these boring things? If you don't have a little lottery, you won't bother with you even if you want to fight me. As for the one I just used, it is a pictographic boxing that is thousands of years older than your ancestors of Xingyiquan. Get out of the way..."

Zhao Long said, inhaling slightly, instantly breathing, his body strength and his own momentum burst out. With a loud shout, the person who was in front of him involuntarily made way out, and Zhao Long walked out.

"Junior brother, how are your hands?" Ding Peng stepped forward and looked at Ouyang Fengchuan's unnaturally twisted arm, asking worriedly.

"My junior brother, do you want to find the elders in the sect..."

"This matter must be notified as soon as possible."

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Some people around Ouyang Fengchuan gave advice, and at the same time they looked carefully at Ouyang Fengchuan's face. Ouyang Fengchuan's master is the law enforcement elder in his heart. His family background and background are also extraordinary. Even the sect leader looks at him differently. Many people are worried now that they should not involve themselves because of Ouyang Fengchuan's affairs. The law enforcement elder's temper is famous for being a stinky and famous for protecting his son.

"Immediately contact the doctor from Haicheng First Military Medical Hospital for surgery and apply for medicine with the elders in the sent-in. The master is now with the sect leader, waiting for them to come back..." As he said that, Ouyang Fengchuan's eyes lit up and he said to himself: "Is it because of the master and the sect leader's annexation plan that has attracted the dissatisfaction of others, and he specifically asked their disciples to come to me for trouble? No, I have to investigate Zhao Long carefully. The revenge of the broken arm must be avenged. No matter who you are, I will not spare you."

"Wait a minute, don't leave..." Seeing that Zhao Long was about to leave, Meng Yonghua woke up and was about to stop Zhao Long.

"Uncle Meng, what are you doing?" Zhang Siyu felt relaxed and couldn't help but feel happy when she saw Zhao Long's victory. She was very surprised by herself. But when she saw Meng Yonghua going up, she hurriedly grabbed Meng Yonghua.

"Girl, you are very familiar with him. You can tell if you care so much. You should quickly let your boyfriend come over. Whether he wants money or something else, it is best to ask him to be the elder of our heart [***] sect. As long as he can tell the dragon waist to several other boxing techniques, all conditions are easy to discuss." Meng Yonghua was extremely excited at this moment, and the scene when Zhao Long used the dragon waist just now flashed through his mind. His feeling was really like a dragon.

It's so amazing. Even if the sect leader uses it himself, he wouldn't have such a feeling.

Only the legendary existence that reaches the realm of a innate master can produce this feeling. And at a young age, he can produce this feeling with just an intermediate martial artist's power. What else can he have if he doesn't get the essence?

"What boyfriend?" Zhang Siyu's heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate slightly when she heard this, and immediately retorted: "I just owe him some favors and just want to help him once. You don't need to mention the money. Do you think he seems to be short of money?"

Zhang Siyu said something wrong, but he was praying in his heart that he would never talk to him about money. This guy was so greedy for money, maybe he really agreed. Because Zhang Siyu thought not only now, Zhao Long beat Ouyang Fengchuan like that, even if it was not abolished, it would be a heavy blow. Ouyang Fengchuan's master is the law enforcement elder of Xinyi [***] sect. Although modern times are not like ancient times, he will take action to kill someone's surname.

However, people in martial arts are still very particular. Seeing Meng Yonghua so interested, Zhang Siyu already had an idea.

"That's right..." Meng Yonghua didn't know what was going on. Thinking about Zhao Long bet tens of millions in a random game just now, he was not a lack of money. Besides, this kind of thing is indeed a priceless treasure.

"What should I do..."

"Uncle Meng, I think you don't have to think about this for now. Ouyang Fengchuan's master is a law enforcement elder. When he comes back, he may deal with Zhao Long directly. You should think about this first." Zhang Siyu said with jealousy.

"He dares!" Meng Yonghua glared in his eyes: "They compete fairly, and hundreds of people were watching."

"But they are law enforcement elders, and they are talking about it. Although Zhao Long is powerful, the law enforcement elders can just send someone more powerful to deal with Zhao Long." Zhang Siyu looked like Zhao Long was very dangerous.

"Girl, you don't need to provoke you Uncle Meng. I will definitely not let him be hurt. I will wait for the sect leader to tell him about this matter as soon as he comes back, but you have to agree to Uncle Meng to communicate with Zhao Long to see if he can communicate with each other..." Meng Yonghua was eager in his heart. Although he felt a little embarrassed when he spoke about the communication, he still couldn't help but say it.

"Well, okay, I have time to talk to him, but you must explain this matter to the sect leader. Don't let that master Ouyang Fengchuan do whatever he wants." Zhang Siyu nodded and agreed.
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