"Despicable? Hehe, the principal said not to use weapons, but I didn't use weapons. This is just a little bit of my unique skills!" Zhao Junhang had a sinister smile on his face, but his palms were black and exuded a faint scent.
Mixiang is a kind of Mixiang powder that can quickly penetrate into the human body and put the body into short-term dormancy.
But he himself has been soaked in this kind of potion since he was a child, and his whole body has been invulnerable to all poisons. However, his palms contain a large amount of this fragrant poison. Anyone who crosses paths with him will be infected by this kind of poison without knowing it.
Once the incense poison enters the body, it will slow down the person's blood circulation, thus achieving the effect of putting people's functions into hibernation. Once the person exercises vigorously, it will easily cause damage to the body.
This can be said to be Zhao Junhang's most powerful method. Every one of his opponents will be unknowingly smitten by this incense. Even those who are more advanced than him will only end up with physical harm in the end.
Of course, this trick is equally effective against women, and many beautiful women were fucked by him using this despicable method.
At this moment, Ouyang Jun was also exposed to this kind of incense powder, coupled with strenuous exercise, his blood surged, which caused a conflict, and his body was naturally severely injured.
Mu Xingze and Lin Yuanzhe, who were not far away, naturally noticed this. The two elders frowned tightly, but it was difficult to say anything. After all, he only said that weapons were not allowed, but he did not say that poison was not allowed. Moreover,
Zhao Junhang's trick has long been famous in the school, doesn't Ouyang Jun know about it?
"Secret skill?" Ouyang Jun snorted coldly, but the blood in his body tumbled. After all, he couldn't help it, and a mouthful of blood spurted out again, but his face turned pale.
"Ouyang..." Zifeng, Wang Xiaohu, Lin Aoxiang, Luo Yin, and even Ye Xingchen, who was surrounded by four people, exclaimed at the same time.
Among them, Zifeng's purple eyes flashed with purple light, and he even ignored Binglong's palm and ran directly towards Ouyang Jun, slapping Zhao Junhang on the back with a fierce palm.
"Boom..." Binglong slapped Zifeng on the back, but Zifeng also slapped Zhao Junhang on the back, and their bodies rushed forward at the same time.
Zifeng spurted out a mouthful of blood, and continued to slap Zhao Junhang with a palm, but Zhao Junhang was not an ordinary person. He spurted blood freely from his mouth and rolled to the side, avoiding Zifeng's second attack.
Round attack.
"MD, I'll do this!" Zhao Junhang became furious after being hit by Zifeng's sneak attack. He rolled up from the ground and rushed towards Zifeng.
Binglong didn't talk nonsense. He didn't even rush towards Ouyang Jun. Instead, he and Zhao Junhang attacked Zifeng. Before they could think of it, Ouyang Jun had been hit by Misiang Powder. If he continued to move, it would only aggravate the injury, which was not enough.
For concern.
"Thunder Palm!" Binglong is different from Zhao Junhang. He was also adopted by Lei Sun since he was a child, and all his skills were taught by Lei Sun. Although he did not learn the unique moves of the Lei family, he still learned a lot of general palm skills and boxing skills.
, among which this Thunder Palm is his strongest palm.
A palm was swung out, like thunder, with a mighty sound, as if the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering. An extremely strong force locked Zifeng tightly, making it impossible for him to escape.
Zhao Junhang on the other side snorted coldly, took a step forward, and slapped Zifeng with the same palm. As long as the shot was successful, Zifeng would naturally follow in Ouyang Jun's footsteps.
Facing the two people roaring towards him, Zifeng knew that it was completely impossible for him to dodge, and he could only resist one person's attack. Seeing the thunderous clapping, he already felt determined in his heart, and all his strength was instantly gathered in his right fist.
He stepped forward and hit the ice dragon with one step. As for Zhao Junhang's palm, he couldn't pay attention to it at all.
Seeing Zifeng punching him, Binglong sneered at the corner of his mouth. The three points of strength he originally planned to use to change his moves were all gathered on his right palm. The thunder palm was faster and more powerful. In an instant, it was already
Arriving at Zifeng's chest.
At this time, a strange smile flashed across Zifeng's stern face. His upright body twisted forcefully, as if the light was refracted, and he managed to avoid the ice dragon's palm, but his fist was heavy
Hit the ice dragon's chest.
"Wow..." A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the ice dragon's body flew straight backwards, but finally fell heavily to the ground. His eyes were full of shock. He really couldn't believe that Zifeng would avoid his palm?
However, Zhao Junhang's punch hit Zifeng's back shoulder hard, and the Mixiang Powder in his body entered Zifeng's body.
Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and Zifeng's body staggered forward for a few steps, but he quickly stood up straight, but there was still a trace of bright red blood at the corner of his mouth.
"Hey, if you hit Zifeng with one palm, you are dead!" After hitting Zifeng with his palm, Zhao Junhang had a cold smile on his face, and the ice dragon that was hit by Zifeng's punch also covered his own
He stood up with a cold smile on his face, but he clearly understood the viciousness of Zhao Junhang's fragrance.
"Really?" Zifeng tried his best to stand up. Except for a burning pain in his back shoulder, he didn't feel any other discomfort.
"Of course, Binglong, let's do it together and kill him!" Zhao Junhang sneered and walked towards Zifeng step by step.
The ice dragon on the other side also slowly moved towards Zifeng, with a bloodthirsty light at the corner of its mouth. According to Lei Tingting's instructions, Ye Xingchen and others must be killed this time, so even if they resorted to disgraceful means,
Nothing at all.
"You two, have you forgotten me?" Ouyang Jun, who looked pale at the side, said calmly.
"You? Can you still fight?" Zhao Junhang looked at Ouyang Jun with a sneer. He did not believe that Ouyang Jun could still fight.
Ouyang Jun did not speak, but glanced at Zifeng. Suddenly his feet moved and he rushed towards Zhao Junhang. Zifeng nodded silently, but looked at the ice dragon in front of him.
"Seeking death!" Zhao Junhang saw that Ouyang Jun was hit by his own Mixiang Powder and wanted to fight forcefully. He couldn't help but snorted coldly, moved his feet, and rushed towards Ouyang Jun.
Seeing Zhao Junhang rushing toward him, a faint smile appeared on Ouyang Jun's lips. Although he was seriously injured and his body functions were paralyzed and his speed was much slower, he could attract Zhao Junhang's attention.
Done.
He made a fist with one hand and punched Zhao Junhang hard.
Ouyang Jun's full-strength punch at this time seemed to Zhao Junhang to be so slow, so soft and weak, and he even sneered in his heart. He was about to step forward to kill him, but suddenly felt a chill coming from behind, but his heart