Wu Zhiyang admits that he has practiced Tiangang Baguazhang for more than 20 years. Let alone Ye Fan, even if a super master comes, he may not be able to withstand it.
He firmly believes that as long as he uses Tiangang Bagua Fist, Ye Fan will definitely be defeated!
I saw him punch quickly, and the wind from his palm hit his face, like thunder, with fierce momentum and unparalleled power.
Looking at the shadow of his palm getting closer and closer, Ye Fan still stood lazily, showing no sign of defense, as if he didn't take the other person seriously at all.
"boom--!"
"boom--!"
"boom--!"
"boom--!"
"boom--!"
Along with the dull sound of Wu Zhiyang's punches, Wu Zhiyang's Tianluo Baguazhang slapped Ye Fan's chest one after another.
Perform five moves in a row, and the moves are deadly and ruthless!
Originally, Wu Zhiyang thought that after being slapped so many times, he would be skinned even if he didn't die, but what he never expected was that,
Ye Fan still acted as if nothing was wrong, standing there as steady as a mountain, not moving at all.
"How... is this possible? This... is impossible!"
Wu Zhiyang looked at Ye Fan in front of him in shock. He really couldn't believe that after receiving so many slaps, nothing happened to him. Not to mention taking half a step back, his footsteps didn't even move a little.
In an instant, Wu Zhiyang's face, originally full of pride, suddenly froze and was replaced by deep shock.
At this time, his head was buzzing, his eyes were staring at Ye Fan in front of him, and a strong fear instantly surged through his body.
Ye Fan's terror was far beyond his imagination!
Where are the people here?
This is clearly the devil!
Zhao Dehai on the side was also dumbfounded, staring at the scene in front of him in awe. He never dreamed that Ye Fan's strength was so terrifying, that even Wu Zhiyang's Tiangang Baguazhang couldn't do anything to him.
"Tiangang Baguazhang?"
The corner of Ye Fan's mouth was slightly raised, revealing a contemptuous smile, "Haha! I will give you four words! It! Very! Rubbish! Rubbish!"
Finished!
Ye Fan reached out and waved, only to hear two crisp sounds, and then he slapped Wu Zhiyang hard on the left and right cheeks with his backhand.
Suddenly!
Wu Zhiyang was whipped out and fell heavily to the ground. His whole face swelled up and his bright red fingerprints were clearly visible.
"hateful!"
Wu Zhiyang struggled for a long time before getting up from the floor, covering his cheeks and staring at Ye Fan angrily, "You brat! How dare you call my Tianluo Baguazhang rubbish?"
"Is not it?"
Ye Fan spread his hands, shrugged and said: "I gave you five moves. I thought you could force me back half a step, but what happened? I didn't even move a little bit! Brother, you are too much.
What a coward!"
"hateful!"
"You brat! You just said, let alone five moves, even ten moves, do you dare to let me do it?"
"As a gentleman says, a horse is hard to catch! Do you still dare to let me take ten more moves?"
At this time, Wu Zhiyang demanded very shamelessly.