At this time, Zhao Dehai, who was standing on the sidelines watching the battle, was so frightened that his body couldn't help but tremble.
This is the Tiangang jack that Wu Zhiyang is most proud of!
This is a very advanced Bagua Quan skill, but it is completely ineffective against Ye Fan!
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it was true.
At this time, Ye Fan walked slowly in front of Wu Zhiyang, and then said in a joking tone: "Tiangang Jack? Brother! With your level, you have the nerve to call it a jack. You are humiliating the word 'jack'."
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"you?"
Wu Zhiyang was so angry that he looked as ugly as pig liver. He pointed with trembling fingers for a long time, but he didn't know how to refute. He could only stare because he didn't have the confidence to refute.
You have to know that in total, he took nearly twenty moves, but what was the result? Nothing happened to Ye Fan. On the contrary, he was panting from exhaustion, his face was covered with sweat, and he looked embarrassed.
Lose face.
"Haha! Brother, do you have nothing to say?"
Ye Fan sneered.
To Wu Zhiyang, his smile was full of sarcasm and ridicule.
"hateful!"
Wu Zhiyang gritted his teeth and stared at Ye Fan, his eyes flashing with extremely vicious murderous intent. At this time, he really had nothing to say.
Seeing that Wu Zhiyang had nothing to say, Ye Fan sneered at the corner of his mouth, and then said coldly: "Brother, since you have nothing to say, it's my turn to speak!"
"Brother! You just said that if you can't force me back half a step within ten moves, you will give up your martial arts skills, right?"
"I?"
Suddenly, Wu Zhiyang was speechless.
That’s right!
He had said that, but at that time he felt that he could hit so many ten moves, and logically speaking, he could force Ye Fan back even half a step, so he did not consider the consequences when he spoke at that time.
However, the ideal is very full and the reality is very skinny!
He never dreamed that even if he fired ten moves, he would not be able to harm Ye Fan at all.
"What's wrong? If you don't speak, are you trying to cheat, right?" Ye Fan's lips turned up slightly, showing a sarcastic sneer, and he asked quite meaningfully.
"That's right! I'm just cheating!"
Wu Zhiyang turned his back on him and disowned him on the spot. You must know that he has practiced martial arts for decades. If he just lost it like this, wouldn't his hard work be in vain!?
Therefore, Wu Zhiyang simply admitted it and made his attitude clear.
Hearing these words, Ye Fan had a wicked smile on his lips, and then said coldly: "Brother! There are some things that you can't lie about if you want to! At least in this matter, you can't lie about it if you want to!"
Finished!
Ye Fan suddenly took action and slapped Wu Zhiyang's heavenly cover hard!
Snapped--!
The slap hit Wu Zhiyang's heavenly roof with a crisp sound. Wu Zhiyang's eyes suddenly widened and his whole face turned red, like pig's liver.
"puff!"
Then he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees on the ground with a thud. One arm hung limply on his waist, as if it had been dislocated. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not lift it up.
At this time, not only his mouth, but also his eyes, nose, and ears were all bleeding!
Bleeding from seven holes!
All power is gone!
Wu Zhiyang had been practicing Kung Fu for decades, but at this moment, he was slapped away by Ye Fan!