Compared with Jiang Long's astonishing blow, Ye Cheng, who always had his back turned to him, seemed to be very unbearable. It seemed that the indifference on his face was that of being frightened, which made people who didn't know the reason start to
I feel sorry for this handsome young man.
Jianglong didn't feel proud at this moment. In his opinion, although the person in front of him stood still and even exposed his entire back to his attack, the flaws in his body made him feel like he had no way to start.
The motionless figure is like a majestic mountain, giving people an unshakable illusion.
It's a pity that the arrow is on the string, and now he has no choice. After all, he is also a newly promoted master player in Shaolin. This dignity does not allow him to retreat, and it is really difficult for him to be sure whether the person in front of him is really unpredictable, or maybe he is just pretending.
It is not known whether a pig will eat a tiger.
Thinking of this, Jianglong swept away his confusion for a moment, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and his firm confidence was restored again. With his arms carrying a thunderous momentum, he struck hard at Ye Cheng's back.
Under the gaze of everyone, Ye Cheng stretched out his left hand unhurriedly and waved it without looking back, as if there were a pair of eyes on his back, just before Jianglong's fists hit the back within a few feet.
At that moment, at an incredible speed, he actually sealed the pair of iron fists.
"Peng——"
The sound of strong infuriating energy clashing, like a muffled thunder, resounded in everyone's hearts, making people couldn't help but tremble.
The scattered energy flew away instantly, Ye Cheng's eyes flashed, and the hem of his black robe shook violently, stirring up a trace of sand on the ground. His face lost some of the disdain he had just now, and he secretly gasped at the dragon subduing.
His arm strength is indeed much stronger than that of ordinary people. If it weren't for his deep internal strength, it would be absolutely difficult to withstand this blow.
However, Ye Cheng's legs had already sunk into the stone slabs on the ground, and the stone slabs within a few feet of his body were shattered inch by inch. This shows that the force of Jianglong's attack was absolutely extremely strong.
Although the energy and blood in his chest and abdomen were rolling, Ye Cheng still did not turn around. The true cyclone in his palm immediately stopped suppressing it. With a fierce push of his left hand, the suppressed true vortex instantly penetrated Jianglong's body-protecting true energy.
He rushed in along his arm.
He said in a cold voice: "It's not polite to come back without reciprocating. Monk, take a punch from me and try it!"
Feeling the strange cyclone entering his fists, Jianglong, who had not had time to change his moves, looked at Ye Cheng's right fist that had already hit him. He felt a terrifying intuition in his heart and did not dare to hold back any more. The true energy in his body was
Crazy improvement, it turned out that he only had golden light attached to his arms. In the blink of an eye, he was wrapped in a layer of golden light, attached to his sharp-edged body, as if he was wearing a golden armor. He was extremely powerful and domineering.
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"Golden bell?"
Ye Cheng, who was familiar with this kung fu, once again showed a trace of sarcasm on his face. He put the five fingers of his right hand together and stabbed Jianglong's arms tightly across his chest. Before Jianglong could react, he changed his moves again and moved his five fingers together.
, unexpectedly accelerated again within an inch, and the phalanges of the five fingers hit the golden armor hard. The golden light was originally shaking, but suddenly there was a violent fluctuation, as if it was overwhelmed.
Jianglong was also extremely uncomfortable at the moment. The true cyclone that originally rushed into his body had not been resolved yet, and he was attacked twice more. Even the second short-distance acceleration almost destroyed his protection. He was even more frightened. Others may not
He knew it, but he was very clear in his heart. The kung fu of this golden bell shield was basically considered a masterpiece, and its protective power could be said to be terrifying. Even an average master would have some trouble breaking through it with a sword, let alone his bare hands.
Now he was almost defeated by two blows. What kind of strength does it take to do this? At least at this moment, he knew that the person in front of him was definitely not simple, and he was not a pretty boy.
After resisting the two blows, Jiang Long's face turned slightly pale, and sweat broke out on his forehead. He immediately pushed forward with both arms, and at the same time with his feet, his body retreated backwards. With this move, he was basically defeated.
A puzzling smile suddenly appeared on Ye Cheng's face. Jianglong felt bad again. His heart skipped a beat and he wanted to retract his arms, but unfortunately it was too late.
Jianglong's arms were pushed back under a huge force, and they hit his own chest irresistibly, as if he was hit by a heavy hammer of thousands of kilograms, with the force of retreating from the beginning.
, slammed into the crowd, and several people who were hit immediately groaned in pain, and spit out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably.
With the buffer, Jianglong was a little better. After vomiting out half a mouthful of blood, he stood up, drooped his arms, and stared at Ye Cheng coldly. Murderous intent and solemnity appeared in his eyes, and a fierce murderous intent burst out.
When he came out, he really had the intention to kill. For someone of his level, the mental tenacity could no longer be defeated with just one blow.
Ye Cheng waved his long sleeves, put his back behind him, and turned his body sharply. His burning eyes were fixed on Jianglong. Although his feet did not move at all, the terrifying aura was already rushing past in waves, just like the Yangtze River.
Loud, one wave after another.
It was not until this moment that Jiang Long realized that he seemed to have offended a powerful master. However, as a warrior, his belief in daring to challenge the master has always been deep in his heart. Although he was slightly injured, he still stood proudly and showed off his momentum.
, desperately resisting the opponent's impact.
Looking at Ye Cheng's back, the mustache also twitched at the corner of his eye, as if he was a little embarrassed because of his mistake. However, no one seemed to pay attention to him at the moment. After all, the two fights just now seemed ordinary, but there were many experts around him.
There were quite a few, so naturally some people could see the danger in it and couldn't help but praise it.
"You two juniors over there, if you don't stop me, do you know where we are right now? Don't you know that a competition is being held here? If you continue to mess around here, you will be disqualified from the competition!"
Several Taoist priests in the stands finally spoke. After all, Ye Cheng and Jiang Long had already affected the normal progress of the competition. If they didn't stop it, there would probably be another farce.
The corner of Ye Cheng's mouth curled up, and his fierce tiger-like aura immediately disappeared, and he regained his previous bookishness. He smiled lightly and said: "You are so reckless, please forgive me!"
Compared with his ease and ease, Jianglong seemed to be inferior. After a few breaths, he calmed down his outgoing breath. At the same time, he cupped his fists towards the stands and said, "Shaolin disciple Jianglong has met all the Taoist priests!"
One of the Taoist priests, who was wearing a gray robe, said softly: "Why don't you two hurry up and stand still? Look at what you have done here, don't delay the competition!"
"Boy got it!"
The Taoist glanced at Ye Cheng, nodded and said: "Looking at your power-generating skills, you must be from the Baji Sect. It seems that the old man Qiankunzi is lucky to be like you."
Excellent disciple!"
Ye Cheng frowned. He didn't expect someone to see through his identity at a glance. He immediately shook his head and said, "This kid is not a disciple of the Baji Sect. He just completed a few small tasks and got the Baji Sect's boxing skills by chance.
The shallowness makes real people laugh!"
"Oh?" The gray-white Taoist glanced at him in surprise, nodded silently, and said quietly: "Go in line and perform well. Today's competition is halfway through. Tomorrow we will compete for the ranking of this martial arts performance. You guys
You have to work hard and don’t lose the teacher’s face!”
Having said that, the Taoist didn't say much and continued to pay attention to the competition in the starting field.
Ye Chengli ignored the subdued dragon, turned around and smiled at the eight-character bear: "Here are ten thousand taels of silver, can I queue up?"
There was a slight embarrassment on the mustache's face, he took the money, smiled and handed over a sign, saying: "I'm sorry for the little misunderstanding just now, sir, just take it at the back of the team now!"
"That's it, thank you very much!"
Ye Cheng strolled to the end of the team and closed his eyes slightly to rest. This time he made such a high-profile move in order to attract everyone's attention, show his extraordinary strength, shock the crowd with thunderous means, and show his confidence in the champion.
He has the momentum that he is bound to win, so that people in Wuzhong will pay attention to him. Even if he can show that he has no family, as long as the people here are not fools, they will naturally want to win over him.
His whole plan was an extremely bold idea, and now even the masters of Sanjue are here. After all, it is basically impossible to attack him at close range. Only when awarding prizes, there may be a chance.
, the bet is whether he can attack and kill Taoist Sanjue before Master Huang Jue takes action.
If anyone knew that his plan was so audacious, they would definitely be frightened. If you want to kill the master of Wudang Qingmu Taoist Temple under the watchful eyes of many strong opponents, you must not only have enough strength, but also have enough courage.
The people who had restored order saw with their own eyes Jiang Long's extremely domineering attack, and even saw Ye Cheng's effortless defeat of his offensive. The players currently lined up around Ye Cheng naturally felt a sense of awe.
, half a foot of land in front and back was vacant. They were afraid of making this master unhappy, but they didn't think they could withstand that terrifying blow.
"snort--"
Ye Cheng, who narrowed his eyes slightly, naturally knew that the person behind him was Shaolin's Jianglong, and sneered: "What? You still want to sneak attack me from behind? This time Shaolin has already lost all its face, but it can be broken again!"
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There were only a few people between Jiang Long and Ye Cheng. If he attacked suddenly, he might win the upper hand. However, after experiencing Ye Cheng's skill, he didn't feel that the sneak attack would have any effect now, and he looked at it with his arms crossed.
On the martial arts stage, he snorted coldly: "I know you are pretty good, but you don't have to be so arrogant. If you insult my Shaolin appearance like this, we will be divided on the stage for a while!"
Ye Cheng smiled lightly and said: "That's such a big tone. Do you think you are my opponent? You really don't know what you are capable of. If it were normal times, you could fight with some masters and maybe have a chance to beat me. Now we are one-on-one."
In this competition, I can kill you with just a raise of my hand!"
Being so despised, Jiang Long's anger has gradually risen. If he hadn't known how powerful Ye Cheng is, he might really not be able to help but take action again. For now, he can only swallow this resentment, ignore him, and watch the stage quietly.
Fighting, his eyes flickered for a while, as if he was thinking of something.
