Wang Teng was very satisfied, knowing that he would never be able to do this, so he smiled and said, "Thank you very much."
Liu Fei chuckled and said: "You fought with Lan Ming just to help me vent my anger. I tore your clothes, so I helped you mend them. That's what I should do." She looked at the moon again and murmured: "Sister Minqing, I have you.
It's really enviable for such a man to be so affectionate towards him..."
Wang Teng was focused on looking at his clothes. He heard her words vaguely, and after a while he raised his head and said, "Huh?"
Liu Fei's pretty face turned red and she lowered her head and said, "No... nothing. It's getting late now. I should go back. You should go to bed early. There is still a game tomorrow."
After sending Liu Fei away, he closed the door. In the small courtyard, a gust of night wind suddenly blew, and Wang Teng felt a sense of loneliness. He looked up at the bright moon in the sky and said sadly: "Min Qing, I don't know what you are doing now..."
He had never felt this kind of lovesickness before! He hugged his clothes tightly and murmured firmly: "When I become a strong man, I will definitely come to find you."
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The next day, the sun was shining brightly, and in the square in the east of the city, there were more spectators than yesterday. There were huge crowds of people, and the noise was so high!
I saw ten young people standing in the center of the square, both male and female, all with heroic looks and flowing clothes!
After a night's rest, Wang Teng's energy has returned to its peak again. At the moment, all he is wearing is a plain gown. The one given by Minqing was treasured for fear of being damaged again.
On the rostrum, King Chu was graceful and majestic, and said in a deep voice: "First of all, congratulations to you for entering the top ten of the competition. As long as you advance to one more round and enter the top five, you can enjoy the baptism of the "Royal Dragon Pool"
You have to show your treatment!"
"Yes!" ten people shouted in unison.
The King of Chu waved his hand, and someone handed out bamboo sticks to them, ordering them to draw their opponents.
Wang Teng casually took one, and with a focused look, he saw it clearly read: "No. 3, Yin Yang Barbarian!" He thought to himself: "This man is nicknamed "Barbarian". He is famous for his immense strength and is not easy to deal with.
"I took a deep breath and walked to the No. 3 arena, only to see a young man with a bare upper body and muscles wrapped around his body like steel, who had arrived first!
The Yin Yang Savage Tiger's eyes were bright and his whole body was full of wildness. He looked at Wang Teng walking up to him and grinned: "You are Wang Teng. I heard that you have a very strong physique. I have long wanted to learn from you. Don't let me down."
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Wang Teng heard that the other party was not a descendant of the Yin Yang family, but was originally just an ordinary servant who chopped firewood. He was recognized by the Yin Yang family's wise eyes and trained him, becoming a master who is now famous.
He smiled and said: "Please!"
"Watch the move!" Yin Yangman laughed and stepped towards him. He was like a beast moving about. Every time he took a step, the ground would tremble a little. His huge fist came directly towards him.
Wang Teng's breathing suddenly stopped, and his thick black hair and clothes flew back. When he dropped his shoulders and elbows, he hugged Yuan Shouyi and punched him in the same way!
boom!
There was a muffled sound in the air!
Wang Teng slid back and rubbed his soles against the ground, leaving a shallow mark. He thought to himself: "He is indeed the "Little Power King". This is the first time I have encountered this kind of power among my peers."
Yin Yangman shook his fist and felt a pain in his fist. His heart was also shaken. He smiled and said: "Okay, let's have a good competition between the two of us to see who is stronger."
Wang Teng also aroused a fighting spirit in his heart, and said loudly: "Come on!"
The two collided with each other again, using their bare hands to fight and keep attacking. As their palms shook hard, the ground shook violently, and air waves were visible to the naked eye!
At the moment, all five arenas in the square have started fighting, and there is silence all around.
The terrifying momentum of the battle between Wang Teng and Yin Yang Barbarians couldn't help but attract a lot of attention. The primitive and brutal way of fighting with almost pure physical strength made people's hearts boil even more.
Some people were surprised. Who was that young man? How could he have such ferocious strength?
In the blink of an eye, the two of them have exchanged forty or fifty moves, each move is a real hard fight, punching to the flesh, fierce and brutal, it can be said to be the ultimate showdown of strength!
Yin Yang Man became more and more frightened. He felt that Wang Teng's body was as hard as copper skin and iron bones, and he felt that he could not bear the evil spirit. This was the first time he had encountered this feeling when fighting with others!
I thought to myself: "Looks like I can't suppress this kid without using some tricks!"
"Bull-blooded strength!" Yin-Yang Man shouted at that moment, and a strong earth-yellow energy bloomed all over his body. The energy rose like smoke, and finally condensed into the shape of a wild bull on the top of his head.
After the Barbarian Bull was formed, his eyes immediately brightened, and his muscles tightened, like a python wrapping around him. There was also a squeaking sound... like the sound of steel plates rubbing against each other, and his breath was even more terrifying!
This barbaric bull strength is the second-grade peak earth-attribute martial arts, coupled with his natural divine power, they complement each other perfectly!
Boom! He was like a wild bull, rushing out from the wild mountains and forests, carrying an unparalleled charm. The strong wind blew, dust flew in the square, and a tragic atmosphere was rolled up.
Seeing this scene, everyone was horrified and their expressions changed.
Wang Teng looked solemn, knowing that the opponent was not simple. With a thought, the energy surged in his Dantian and quickly gathered into his right fist, making his entire fist more and more dazzling!
"Tiger Fist!" When the light reached a certain level, Wang Teng raised his fist and punched out, his energy surged, and there was even a loud roar of a tiger, like a tiger king in the deep mountains and old forests, commanding all beasts, majestic and domineering, shocking!
If his father Wang Zhennan saw it, he would be amazed. Because this is a manifestation of the Tiger Fist to its extreme, which ordinary people would be unable to achieve even if they spend their entire lives!
Under the horrifying gazes of thousands of people, the fists and Yin Yang Barbarians collided together. The ground paved with bluestone immediately cracked and opened a large hole of seven or eight meters long, and there were countless small cracks, like spider webs.
diffusion!
Pfft! As a result, under the disbelief of everyone, Yin Yang Man spat out a mouthful of blood, took two steps back, and his face turned pale!
"Little brother, your strength is even greater than mine. I am convinced." Hahahaha, Yin Yangman pulled out the big brass ax from his waist and said, "However, all my skills are under this axe."
I can't match your strength, so I have to use weapons."
Wang Teng smiled faintly, patted his back, and took off the Falling Dragon Ancient Knife. This knife was also wrapped in thick oilcloth and had a weird shape!
Yin Yang Man smiled and said: "Little brother's weapon is so mysterious, I wonder what it is?"
Wang Teng smiled and said nothing.
The Yin Yang Barbarians didn't care at all. They wielded the giant brass ax in their hands and attacked in a sweeping manner. The ax blade passed by, and the compressed air whined and the air waves rolled!
"when!"
Wang Teng's expression remained unchanged, and he met him with the Dragon Falling Ancient Sword, which hit the big axe.
Yin Yang Man immediately felt the tiger's mouth tremble, and almost dropped the giant ax from his hand. He was shocked: "My ax weighs six to seven hundred kilograms, and the oilcloth wrapping seems...much heavier than my ax."
He wields a giant ax of 700 kilograms, and he is usually very proud of himself. When he was suppressed again, a hint of anger could not help but appear in his heart.
Yin Yangman shouted loudly and said: "Five axes for splitting mountains, the first move!"
