Wu Zhiyang roared angrily, and then attacked Ye Fan again.
I saw that he used all his strength to concentrate all the inner energy in his hands, and then pushed both palms together and bombarded Ye Fan's chest.
"Bang! Bang!"
Wu Zhiyang's two attacks were so fierce that they almost exploded the air around him.
However, Ye Fan still stood proudly and blocked Wu Zhiyang's two powerful attacks.
"How can this be!"
Seeing that the young man in front of him, who was younger than himself, could actually resist his own stunts without any pressure, and even had a faint smile on his face.
Wu Zhiyang finally noticed a dangerous atmosphere, as if death was coming and was suffocating.
"You just hit two moves! There are still seven moves left! Brother! Can you use some snacks? Your Tiangang Baguazhang hit me just now. It was like scratching an itch. It has no meaning at all! To be honest, you
Is this palm technique called Cotton Baguazhang?"
The corners of Ye Fan's mouth turned up slightly, showing a sarcastic sneer, and he said deliberately teasingly.
"You are the Cotton Baguazhang! I am the most serious Tiangang Baguazhang!"
Wu Zhiyang shouted angrily. His most powerful palm technique in his life was now being ridiculed as Cotton Baguazhang. If this matter spread, how could he still have the face to hang around in the world?
In a fit of anger, Wu Zhiyang became angry from embarrassment. He then drained the energy from his dantian into his dantian, kicked his legs to the ground, and used this momentum to use the most ferocious and domineering move - the Tiangang Jack.
"Tiangang Jack!"
I heard Wu Zhiyang yell loudly, and then struck out with a powerful and heavy palm technique. I saw that this palm technique was powerful, the palm wind was sharp, and the palm strength was unparalleled. When the palm was blasted, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder, as if
The air became turbulent.
"Tiangang Jack!"
"Tiangang Jack!"
"Tiangang Jack!"
"..."
Wu Zhiyang performed seven movements in one go, and these seven movements were all activated with palm power, which was extremely powerful.
"Bang bang!"
"Bang bang!"
"Bang bang bang!"
...
As soon as the seventh move was performed, a strong wind suddenly arose, blowing so hard that Zhao Dehai could not open his eyes.
But while the strong wind was blowing, Ye Fan always stood calmly on the spot, smoking a cigarette with a leisurely expression, as if he didn't notice Wu Zhiyang's Tiangang Jack in front of him at all.
"Hoo! Hoo ho—"
By the time he finished the last seven moves, Wu Zhiyang was physically exhausted and was panting from exhaustion. Dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and rolled down his cheeks.
Just when he thought that Ye Fan would be slapped away by his palm, when he looked up, he was shocked to find that Ye Fan was standing next to him, looking at him with a leisurely expression, and even his clothes were not blown away.
Wrinkle a little!
"Gulu!"
Wu Zhiyang was stunned. His pupils shrank suddenly, his heart beat violently twice, his throat wriggled twice, and he swallowed with difficulty. His face was full of surprise, and an inexplicable feeling of fear arose in his heart.
"No...impossible!"
"This...this is simply impossible!"
"He...he received so many slaps, how come nothing happened? Has this guy ever practiced the golden bell and iron shirt?"
Wu Zhiyang was completely confused. Although he was extremely shocked, he could not find a reason to explain all this.
Because of Ye Fan's terrifying strength, he had already felt deep despair.