Here, Song Yiming retreated to the side of the martial arts field first.
Although Xiao Xueyao's arrangement was superfluous, it could be said that it was thoughtful.
He also knew that ordinary people would never hire a seventh-level martial arts master like Bi Quan.
It can be seen that Xiao Xueyao is really concerned about his safety.
But if he fails, Hongtian Group's prestige will also be lost, and so will the eldest lady's prestige.
After all, as soon as Xiao Hong was unconscious, the Zhang family dared to come out and provoke him!
After a while, Mr. Zheng and Bi Quan also handed over.
The two of them were going back and forth, fighting inextricably.
Because they all know each other too well, no one has the upper hand.
But a few minutes later, Mr. Zheng's aura suddenly increased.
Song Yiming's eyes also turned cold.
The next moment, Mr. Zheng's two fingers suddenly thrust out with great force. Bi Quan turned his hand to block it.
Unexpectedly, these two fingers penetrated Bi Quan's arm, leaving two bloody holes in his arm.
There was a commotion all around.
Bi Quan's face turned pale and he quickly took two steps back.
"I never thought that Mr. Bi would be no match for Mr. Zheng."
Xiao Xueyao immediately became worried.
She originally thought that if Mr. Bi could defeat Mr. Zheng, he would be spared the fight between Mr. Zheng and Song Yiming.
"Unexpectedly, Mr. Zheng's three-finger meditation has improved again."
Bi Quan's face was solemn.
"I'm only half a step away from the eighth level."
"Let me tell you, if you want to improve your martial arts, you need to be tempered by the environment."
"I went to the Eastern Frontier Army to train for several months, and then I fully realized it."
"That was really a bloody awakening. It made me respect the soldiers guarding the border even more!"
Mr. Zheng immediately said calmly and calmly.
After hearing this, Bi Quan couldn't help but lower his head.
He seemed to have realized something.
There was an uproar all around.
Eighth Dan, that is already a height that is difficult for any martial arts master to match.
"As I get older, my skills are inferior to those of others!"
"Even if Mr. Zheng wins this battle."
r> Bi Quan sighed directly.
He also knows how difficult it is to advance from the seventh level of martial arts to the eighth level.
Mr. Zheng's current strength has surpassed him.
Therefore, if he continues to fight, he may not have any chance of winning.
I finally accepted it when I saw it was good, so as not to continue to lose face.
The whole place immediately became commotion.
If Bi Quan loses, it means that Song Yiming will still have to fight with Mr. Zheng.
And even Bi Quan's seventh-level martial arts strength is no match for Mr. Zheng, so it is almost impossible for Song Yiming to defeat Mr. Zheng.
The outcome has been decided!
"Song, today I will make you kneel down and beg for mercy..."
"But even if you kneel down, you will still die!"
Zhang Bao also sneered in his heart.
The loss of one hand was also an extremely heavy blow to him.
"Mr. Song, come on!"
Mr. Zheng's eyes were directed towards Song Yiming who was standing next to the martial arts field, with a bit of sharpness.
Song Yiming walked back to the court with his hands behind his back.
"You should also have seen my strength!"
"If it's not too late to beg for mercy now, maybe I can spare your life."
Mr. Zheng said solemnly.
"The seventh level of martial arts is indeed impressive."
"Unfortunately, for me, it makes no difference."
Song Yiming still didn't take Mr. Zheng seriously.
"Young people, if you aim too high, you have to pay the price."
"Today I will destroy both of your hands first!"
Mr. Zheng's eyes were gloomy and he took action instantly.
He thrust out a finger and stabbed directly towards Song Yiming's shoulder.
This finger can be considered as exerting all one's strength.
If you can't escape, you will definitely die.
But Song Yiming didn't seem to have any more meaning.
Let Mr. Zheng stab his shoulder with his finger.
However, with this finger, there was no piercing.
Zheng Lao was stunned for a moment.
Obviously, he underestimated Song Yiming's physical strength.
Song Yiming's body has been baptized by the battlefield, and its toughness is far stronger than those of those who practice martial arts.
Therefore, even Mr. Zheng’s finger cannot easily penetrate it.
Seeing that one of his fingers could not hurt Song Yiming, Mr. Zheng quickly stopped his attack. At the same time, he moved his two fingers together like a sharp sword unsheathed.
Song Yiming still didn't avoid it.
Let Mr. Zheng poke his shoulder with two fingers...??.
With the strength of these two fingers, if it were normal, it could even break the bones.
But Song Yiming's expression remained unchanged.
Everyone present was also confused.
Why did Zheng Lao's two shots fail to hurt Song Yiming?
Mr. Zheng's cloudy eyes were shocked, a little unbelievable.
"Mr. Zheng said that meditation is about external energy. It's a pity. If you practice internal energy, it can hurt people invisible."
"External Jin means that although the power of Zen is strong, if Jin is used to transform Jin, it will be offset."
Song Yiming's words revealed the weakness of Zheng Laozhi's Zen skills.
He didn't really take over Mr. Zheng's fingering meditation skills just now.
Just use your own strength cleverly to resolve it.
Mr. Zheng's expression was a little distorted, and naturally he didn't believe that Song Yiming had such ability.
The power of these three fingers cannot be underestimated.
Even a fifth- and sixth-level martial arts master would not dare to challenge him head-on.
But Song Yiming suddenly opened his palm and instantly intercepted three of Mr. Zheng's fingers in mid-air.
After these three fingers poked Song Yiming's palm, the power was instantly resolved.
Before Mr. Zheng could react, Song Yiming pushed out with a palm.
Mr. Zheng's three fingers suddenly deformed.
In an instant, the finger bones were shattered.
Mr. Zheng's face turned pale, and suddenly his throat gushed and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"Mr. Zheng was defeated!"
The whole place suddenly became restless.
No one expected that Mr. Zheng’s three-finger meditation not only did not hurt Song Yiming, but was actually hurt by Song Yiming!
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The man with a green face suddenly stood up from his position.
He simply couldn't imagine all this.
"Great, Mr. Song won!"
"He is really strong!"
Xiao Xueyao's face was a little excited, but she didn't show it in any way.
But the stone hanging in my heart was finally let go.
Her calm demeanor is completely inconsistent with her age.
Although she always believed that Song Yiming would not lose, she did not expect that Song Yiming could win so easily.
The whole place was in a state of excitement.
No master of the seventh level of martial arts is Song Yiming's opponent.
How strong is this Song Yiming!
"I haven't lost yet!"
At this moment, Mr. Zheng suddenly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood upright again.
"You have already suffered internal injuries. If you continue to fight, it will only make the injury worse."
"I respect you as a senior, let's stop there!"
Song Yiming kindly reminded me.
In fact, he had no intention of taking any serious action at first.
Any proposed life-and-death battle is just to make the Zhang family retreat in the face of difficulties.
"Since it's a life and death battle, I won't admit defeat unless I can't stand up."
Mr. Zheng persisted.
"Then I will make it impossible for you to stand up."
Song Yiming shook his head slightly, and a hint of domineering flashed through his eyes.
The next moment, a stormy wave of pressure directly enveloped Mr. Zheng.
Everyone present also felt an inexplicable trembling.
Under the pressure, Mr. Zheng felt that he could not breathe in an instant.
His eyes became extremely frightened and shocked.
He had only seen such terrifying pressure on one person, and that was Zhang Chenghu, the head of the Zhang family.
In addition, all this has only been seen on the battlefield, from those big shots who have truly experienced the storm!
Why does such a young man have such terrifying coercion?
Plop!
In the end, Mr. Zheng couldn't bear it anymore and knelt directly on the ground, trembling all over and sweating like rain.
This chapter has been completed!