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Chapter 100 The weak rush to attack, what is the next strategy?

The two figures collided violently and separated in an instant.

The strong and flexible iron fan collided with a pair of fists, and it was the iron fan who suffered.

Mr. Iron Fan knew something was wrong, so he did not hesitate to show his housekeeping skills.

Seven Absolute Shadows!
A round of rapid eruptions, the iron fan danced, and afterimages filled the sky.

Hei Feng sat on the horse with his shoulders heavy, his fists twisted and covered with a layer of black air.

The third form of the Black Night God Fist—Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night!
Fist shadows, fan shadows, continuous.

Qian Sanduo's expression changed: "Not good! Hei Feng took that step!"

Tang Wen looked at the two people who had achieved light effects in the martial arts competition, and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Awakened? To what extent?"

"Well, if you compare full awakening to ten, his level of awakening has already exceeded one." Qian Sanduo's face was solemn, and things had changed, and they might not be able to fulfill the commission of the Zheng family.

Tang Wen thought for a while and asked, "Will Hei Feng's strength change qualitatively because of his awakening?"

Qian Sanduo shook his head and said firmly: "That's not true, but he is no longer an ordinary martial artist. His physical strength, physical strength recovery, and continuous explosion will all be far stronger than ordinary martial artists due to awakening."

Tang Wen nodded silently.

Qian Sanduo said again: "After Hei Feng won, the fight between you and him was arranged in the evening. I thought it would be difficult for him to recover to his peak state in just a few hours. Now it seems that as long as he is not seriously injured, he can eat some strange beasts." Meat, take a nap, and you will be able to recover [-] to [-]% of the state."

"It's okay, I can protect myself if I lose, and I'll make a lot of money if I win. It's not us who should be troubled." Tang Wen's words were shameless but true.

It is the Huang family, the five major families, that should be troubled.

During the dialogue between the two, the winner was decided on the court.

It was Mr. Iron Fan, who clearly still had the power to fight, who voluntarily surrendered after a round of outbreaks.

The onlookers were in an uproar.

Many gloating eyes turned to Tang Wen.

Everyone is not a fool, young people, the benefits of the Zheng family are not easy to take, right?

"Hey!" Hei Feng wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and grinned at Tang Wen with a ferocious face.

His internal organs were concussed, barely a minor injury.

Ignoring his provocation, Tang Wen was in a trance. Just now, Hei Feng's technique of "Hundred Ghosts Walking in the Night" gave him some new insights into [Seventh Form of Kaishan Paoquan: Eight-Armed Divine Fist].

Zheng's mansion.

"Commander Tang Wen, do your best at night."

After Patriarch Zheng finished speaking, he put down a white porcelain bottle, turned around and left without giving Tang Wen a chance to speak.

"Uh", Tang Wen saw the three red characters "Zhuangxue Pill" written on the porcelain bottle, and when he opened the porcelain bottle, there was a red pill inside.

Zhuangxue Pill can make warriors excited and recover their physical strength instantly.

But the side effect is weakness for one to two days after the effect of the medicine wears off.

It is a means of life-saving.

"There is also an unexpected harvest." Tang Wen stuffed it into his bag casually.

He will not eat this stuff.

The Huang family gave him an independent courtyard.

Practice room, rest room, everything.

Tang Wen began to ponder his boxing techniques.

[Visualization of Martial Arts: Kaishan Paoquan, Mastery (2891/6000)]

Recently, he has been wandering the wilderness.

The mountains, rocks and mounds in the wilderness have been destroyed by his cannon punches, and his experience has increased a lot.

And "Kaishan Paoquan" lived up to its name.

Tang Wen always felt particularly hearty during the process of blasting the mountain.

The experience of growth on the panel is also more.

It can only be said that "Kaishan Paoquan" is indeed called by the wrong name.

In a blink of an eye, it was evening.

In summer, it gets dark very late, and the sky is golden red.

When Tang Wen arrived, Hei Feng was already waiting on the field.

Near the martial arts arena, there are huge crowds of people, forming a circle around the city.

Whether it's martial arts masters or warriors who come to Wujia City, all of them are here.

No one wants to miss this good show.

Tang Wen also didn't expect that after watching the play until the end, he would become an opera singer.

Moreover, in the eyes of onlookers, he is still a buffoon.

Hei Feng sneered: "Idiot! I thought you wouldn't dare to come!"

"Who is the idiot called?"

"Of course it's you!"

"Oh, it turned out to be a pure idiot calling me!" Tang Wen looked contemptuously.

Commander Qian and everyone in the flame camp burst out laughing.

"You want to die!" Hei Feng was furious, and wanted to rush over, but the two people beside him hurriedly stopped him.

"Boy! I will smash you with one punch!" Hei Feng stared into Tang Wen's eyes.

Tang Wen usually disdains to talk nonsense, but it is not impossible. He pointed to the sunset in the sky: "Look at it carefully!"

"Look at what?"

"Idiot, you won't see me tomorrow."

"You!" Hei Feng was about to get violent again, but was held back.

Patriarch Zheng said, "Okay! You two, I have a new decision."

"Is there a new decision? No one else will participate in the competition!" A martial artist in the Black Mountain camp sneered.

Someone then booed: "That's right, the Huang family in the mighty Wujia City, you don't want to go back on your word, do you?"

Tang Wen took a look. The voice came from the direction of Yanshan camp.

The onlookers talked a lot.

Patriarch Zheng pressed his hands together: "My Huang family has the final right to interpret this martial arts competition. If anyone is unwilling to participate, they can withdraw now. The lifelong event of my little girl is not a trifling matter."

Patriarch Zheng was not kidnapped by their words.

The commentators suddenly didn't know what to say!
Tang Wen nodded, learned, as long as I have no morals, you can't kidnap me.

But the key to this trick is to have strength.

If a martial artist dared to say that, Hei Feng had already punched him with his fist.

Seeing that everyone was quiet, Patriarch Zheng continued: "What I want to say is, no matter who wins, I have to fight the little girl to win her approval!"

"Reasonable!"

"Yes, after all, it is a matter of marriage, and Miss Zheng must agree to it."

"Miss Zheng is also a martial artist, I'm afraid it will not be easy to pass her level."

"..."

Hei Feng said loudly: "That is to say, I have to kill this brat in the flame camp first, and then I can defeat my little daughter-in-law before I can be your son-in-law of the Huang family, right?"

Patriarch Zheng glanced at him, noncommittal.

Miss Zheng didn't show up, she was sitting alone in the quiet room, with the "Strong Blood Pill" exactly like Tang Wen's in front of her.

Breathe, visualize.

The eyes opened quickly, bright as stars.

She is ready.

Stand up and walk out of the quiet room.

"Sister Zheng, you finally came out, do you think that Tang Wen can defeat Hei Feng?"

"Sister Zheng, what if he can't win?"

"You don't really want to marry that black servant, do you? He looks quite tall..."

Zheng Nanzhu's face changed, she didn't expect it.

Waiting for her outside the door was Wang Jiaziyin.

Facing her series of rhetorical questions with malicious intentions, Zheng Nanzhu found himself disturbed.

Snapped!
"To shut up!"

Jia Ziyin's cheeks suddenly turned red, and five fingerprints were clearly visible.

The clip sound was stunned.

Can't believe what happened.

Zheng Nanzhu felt happy for a while: "If you can't win, you will be the dowry!"

The Wang family has many children, and the sound of Jia Zi is just a daughter of a concubine.

Regardless of her crying, Zheng Nanzhu strode towards the door.

"Both sides are ready, start after counting ten."

Hei Feng was tall and strong, about 1.9 meters tall, standing there like a humanoid bear.

Tang Wen was not yet sixteen, and his nutrition was poor in the past few years, and he was a full head shorter than him.

Coupled with his thin body, he didn't look like Hei Feng's opponent.

Hei Feng patted himself on the face: "Boy, don't admit defeat if you have the guts!"

"... two, one"

Teng!
The fireball flew out and bombarded the mountain.

After the visualization is completed, the terrifying force is introduced into the legs.

Tang Wen's speed exploded, and he continued to visualize at the same time, his punches were like thunder!

All the martial artists, the head of the Huang family and other masters were slightly taken aback, the weak rushed to attack, what a bad idea!
(End of this chapter)