From time to time, muffled sounds sounded on the ring.
Ye Chen and Zhang Yang did not use weapons, but only fought with fists and feet.
Both of them were very fast and they fought extremely fiercely.
Zhang Yang is tall and has a big move, and he is very powerful and fierce. He looks like a wild beast with an angry attack with an extremely fierce attack.
On the other hand, Ye Chen, who was in a trait, had less cultivation than Zhang Yang's, and he did not dare to confront him head-on. He just kept dodging Zhang Yang's attack with his agile body skills.
It seems that Ye Chen was completely beaten by Zhang Yang and there is no room for fighting back.
"Ye Chen! You little trash, you can only hide, right? Hahaha! I want to see when you can hide!"
He danced wildly with long hair, flirted with clothes, and his voice was extremely bright.
Ye Chen did not say a word and responded silently.
Offstage.
"Hey, Ye Chen is simply ignorant of life and death, and he actually challenged Senior Brother Zhang!"
"Senior Brother Zhang is a master who ranks thousands of times on the inner sect list. How dare he be a stinky man?"
"In my opinion, Ye Chen will soon be defeated!"
"The traitor should have the awareness of the traitor. He dares to slander Senior Brother Zhang. He really wants to suffer!"
“…”
Many people were talking about it.
The watcher supported Zhang Yang one-sidedly.
After all, not only are the two of them clearly different in their cultivation level, but they also have a huge difference in their identities.
One is an inner disciple with outstanding talent and promising future, and the other is just a servant who is nothing but a servant.
"This junior sister, I don't know that you are a disciple of that peak. My name is Hao Shuai. I'm very happy to know you." The disciple of Wuji Sect who had introduced the situation before said to Qiqi with a smile.
Qiqi smiled and said nothing.
At this time, Lin Qi took a step from the side, blocked Qiqi, put his hands on his hips, raised his head to stare at Hao Shuai, and said, "Hey! I warn you that my sister was beaten, otherwise I will beat you."
After saying that, Lin Qi raised his fist.
Hao Shuai glared at the eyes and was about to say something, but suddenly his body trembled, as if he had seen something terrifying, and sweat instantly flowed from his forehead.
"Hug, sorry, I'll leave now."
Hao Shuai clasped his fists and bowed to Lin Qishen.
After saying that, he quickly left, as if he was escaping.
Lin Qi snorted coldly at Hao Shuai's back.
Just now, he just released a trace of breath and scared Hao Shuai away.
Although Lin Qi is young, he already has the peak cultivation level of the Nascent Soul, and is considered a strong man in the Kunlun Immortal Realm. How can Hao Shuai afford to be a mere inner disciple?
Moreover, being able to achieve the peak cultivation level of the Nascent Soul at such an age is enough to show that one has extraordinary origins and terrifying backgrounds.
Hao Shuai is not stupid, and his advantages and disadvantages are analyzed thoroughly in an instant.
"Sister, let's go. There's nothing good to look at. That errand disciple can't last long." Lin Qi turned around and looked at Qiqi, curled his lips and said.
Qiqi shook her head, her eyes always fell on Ye Chen, and said, "No, it's not that simple."
"Hmm?" Lin Qi was stunned for a moment.
Qiqi's mouth raised slightly, outlining a faint curve, and whispered: "It's going to reverse."
Just as Qiqi finished speaking, there was indeed a reversal on the stage!
Ye Chen waved his finger and quickly retreated and set a distance with Zhang Yang. Then, his legs were slightly arched, his body's center of gravity sank, his feet tightly grasped the ground, his right hand clenched, and his entire fist was wrapped in a burst of earth-yellow light.
A very strong aura erupted from his body.
Under my feet, a circle of air waves swept through.
"This is...Cangshan Fist!!!"
"Ye Chen actually learned the Bengshan Fist, how is this possible!"
"The practice of Bengshanquan is extremely difficult, and the requirements for the physical body are also very high. Even Senior Brother Zhang failed after trying to practice. How could Ye Chen learn it?"
“…”
Everyone in the audience burst into screams.
For the entire Wuji Sect, the Bengshan Fist is not considered a very profound and exquisite martial art.
But at the level of inner disciples, this set of extremely domineering boxing techniques is absolutely extraordinary.
It has infinite power and is definitely the power to defeat the strong with the weak and fight beyond the level, but it is difficult to practice. It is regarded as the most difficult martial arts by countless inner disciples. Many people have tried it, but they all failed.
Nowadays, there are only a few people who have successfully practiced the Mount Beng Shan Fist in the entire Wuji Sect.
And these people are all geniuses at the top of this sect!
But Ye Chen is just a traitor. He has no status and talent. How can he practice the Colonial Fist successfully?
No one believes it.
Zhang Yang didn't believe it either.
He waved his hand suddenly and gritted his teeth and said, "Just till you, a garbage man, how could you learn to collapse the mountain fist! You must be pretending to be a ghost, hum! Look at my tiger fist and knock you back to your original form!"
After saying that, Zhang Yang clenched his fists with both hands and roared out.
When he approached Ye Chen three meters, he jumped high, clenched his right fist and pulled it back, and then punched it out with a sudden punch.
"roar!"
A tiger roar came.
A huge tiger head transformed into front of Changyang's fist, which opened its bloody mouth and roared out.
Ye Chen's eyes condensed, his face was extremely calm.
"Zhang Yang! Today I want you to understand that thirty years from Hedong, thirty years from Hexi!" Ye Chen's eyes suddenly burst out with dazzling light, and then punched out, "Cangshan Fist! Give me, lie down!"
As he finished speaking, there seemed to be a transparent barrier at Ye Chen's fist.
With one punch, it seemed to have a terrible power of collapse and breaking the ground.
This is the Bengshan Fist.
It is extremely powerful, but at the same time, the requirements for physical strength are also very high, and practicing and using this boxing will cause some damage to oneself.
Most people really can't master it.
If you practice rashly, you will be afraid of being harmful or not.
The reason why Ye Chen was able to practice Mount Bengshan Fist was because he had an adventure. A drop of mysterious essence and blood was fused into his body, and his body was extremely strong, and he could fully withstand the pressure brought by Mount Bengshan Fist.
Under the gaze of countless spectators, Ye Chen and Zhang Yang's fists collided fiercely.
"Bang!"
A dull sound.
Immediately afterwards.
"Click!"
A light sound came, as if it was...a sound of bone cracks!
At the same time, a figure flew backwards and smashed heavily on the ring, rubbing against the ring's stone slabs and slashing backwards, and grinding out a gully on the ring.
"puff!"
The man stopped at the edge of the ring, spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his breath suddenly became depressed.
The entire right arm was trembling slightly uncontrollably, and the fist was covered in blood and flesh. It seemed that the white bones could still be seen pierced the flesh, which was extremely terrifying.
"You..."
He supported the ground with his left hand and his body.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he was kicked to the ground with one foot.
"Zhang Yang! You lost!"
Ye Chen stepped on Zhang Yang's chest and looked at him condescendingly.