Young Master Yun

As the faint voice came, countless eyes also shifted suddenly. Behind Yunhao and the others, an old man who thought he was wearing a coarse cloth short-shirt was slowly stepping out. The long beard is quite fairy-like.

Zhamuyi glanced at the old man, and immediately his throat rolled, and he said unwillingly: "Zhou Wenfu, you came out in the first battle, and brother Zhao Jinxiu will take the stage at that moment, is there anyone else in Piaoyu?"

Looking at the man who faltered in his speech, Yun Hao couldn't help feeling amused. It seemed that this man knew that he couldn't beat Master Zhou, so he wanted to change his opponent here.

Zhou Wenfu glanced at Yunhao slightly, and then slowly walked up to the martial arts stage with fists in his hands, and said with a gentle smile, "Of course you don't have to worry about this, my Piaoyu Empire has countless talented people, and it is not comparable to a small country outside of Fanwai."

Zhamuyi curled his lips, a sternness gradually appeared in his eyes, and said bitterly: "Zhou Wenfu, don't think that I, Zhamuyi, is a soft persimmon. Although I am not as high as you, but you want to win me, But it’s not that easy.”

Zhou Wenfu smiled lightly, made a defensive gesture and said: "See the truth under my hand!"

Zha Muyi snorted coldly, and immediately, fierce battle energy surged out of his body, such power that the crowd who were close to the martial arts field couldn't help but retreat back.

"As expected of a great swordsman, he can emit such energy before making a move..."

The people below were crowded and discussing in whispers.

Zhamuyi's fighting energy gushed out from his body, and after a while, it turned into a layer of faint fighting energy armor and solidified tightly on his body. Wenfu shoots in the past.

There were exclamations of exclamation from the audience. This kind of battle started directly without any warm-up. It made everyone's hearts feel as if they were tightly held by a big hand, and even breathing was a little uncomfortable. smooth up.

In just a split second, Zhamuyi's iron fist rushed straight with the sound of wind and thunder. Zhou Wenfu's face was solemn, and his palm waved a few times in front of him, forming a simple handprint, with the palm of the hand slightly forward With a push, it blocked the coercion coming from Jamuyi.

As soon as he finished this step, Zhamuyi on the opposite side rushed towards Zhou Wenfu's thin body like a wolf like a tiger, and that iron fist that shone with metallic luster was also carrying hot winds. Smash it up.

The iron fist hit Zhou Wenfu's body, and Zha Muyi's ferocious face couldn't help but froze slightly. His palm felt soft and weak when it touched cotton. Before he could withdraw his fist, the soft cotton turned into an infinitely terrifying The iron plate abruptly ejected Zamuyi away.

Looking at all this, Yun Hao couldn't help but nodded secretly. The body martial arts practiced by Zhou Wenfu this time should be some kind of martial arts similar to Tai Chi, which possesses the wonderful method of using softness to overcome rigidity.

Seeing that the iron fist thrown by Zhamuyi was actually ejected, the crowd below let out countless cheers.

The ferocious momentum made Zha Muyi unable to resist taking three steps back, and then his face became gloomy. According to Zhou Wenfu's information, his realm has already reached the level of a three-star great swordsman. And that Yu Lei is just a five-star great swordsman. When he came out this time, their Daqin feudal kingdom sent three strong swordsmen, and the other party was only two. He originally thought that he, the weakest appearance, should be sent by the other party. A relatively weak one, unexpectedly Zhou Wenfu stood up out of nowhere this week.

"Hmph, you made it in the first round, so in the second round, you probably have more energy than you want."

With a cold snort, Zhamuyi, who had stabilized his figure, crazily restrained the overflowing fighting spirit into his body, but his whole person's aura was constantly rising, such a situation made Zhou Wenfu's face slightly pale. Changing, the palm quickly formed a seal, and a series of obscure spatial fluctuations slowly surged around his body, which was obviously not a weak martial art.

The restraint of fighting spirit caused Zhamuyi's eyes to turn a little red. With a low and loud shout, there was a crackling sound from Zhamuyi's body. After this crackling sound, his originally burly body , It actually more than doubled in size in an instant.

Standing proudly on the stage with a body nearly four meters high, the people off the stage couldn't help but swallow their mouths. Such a guy is really too terrifying.

Twirling his neck casually a few times, Zamuyi looked at Zhou Wenfu with a sneer and said, "Zhou Wenfu, I heard that your strength can overcome rigidity with softness, and you can restrain the strength of a lion, but I don't know when When tens of thousands of bulls are rushing towards you, will your Cun Mian Jin still be useful?"

Smiling contemptuously, a dazzling metallic luster appeared on Zhamuyi's fist again. A fist the size of a hill, under Zhamuyi's vicious eyes, directed towards Zhou Wenfu, who looked extremely thin, overwhelmingly. Like smashed down.

The moment he swung his fist, the stone prince under Zhamuyi's feet also began to crack rapidly, and the cracks spread out like spider webs.

Zhou Wenfu's face was slightly pale, and the speed of palm seals was getting faster and faster, gradually turning into blurred shadows that ordinary people could not see clearly.

When the huge iron fist was about to hit, Zhou Wenfu suddenly shouted: "Shaking the world!"

As the sound of drinking fell, Zhou Wenfu's palms also pushed forward violently, and there were extremely obvious fluctuations in the surrounding space. Na Zhamuyi's huge iron fist collided fiercely.

Such a strong contact made a violent explosion sound directly between the two, and the sound of the explosion swept towards the four directions with fluctuations, causing panicked voices to resound from the crowd.

"Shoot!" Xuanyuan suddenly shouted at several other people, and the other nine people in the master hall blasted their fighting spirit at the fighting field at the same time, and a faint film gradually formed outside the fighting field, and inside The impacting dust and stones all hit the thin film, causing ripples immediately, but the film was extremely stable and did not show the slightest turbulence.

The fierce collision filled the film with dust, making it impossible to see what happened. Subtle footsteps gradually sounded from the film, and Zhou Wenfu's warm little face appeared in the fighting arena. edge.

Through the film, the crowd saw the familiar Master of Protecting the Nation, and cheered immediately.

On the first seat, the emperor's palm holding the teacup was also a little too strong because of excitement, and the thin palm actually held the teacup into pieces.

Eunuch Ma on the side tidied up in a panic, and then sent a brand new cup of tea, but this time, he didn't put any hot tea.

The emperor didn't care at all that his palms were slightly red due to the scalding hot water, and there was a hint of joy in his pupils. This opening battle is naturally extremely important, even if he loses two games, he must win like this First round!

Among the crowd outside the arena, the man in black raised his eyebrows slightly, and a burst of anger also emanated from his eyes. When the smoke and dust gradually subsided, he saw Zhamuyi who was struggling to stand up in the smoke and dust, Seeing that Zhamuyi seemed to be fine, he was relieved.

Under the gesture of the man in black, the two men who knew each other in the past helped Za Muyi down, making the people around him giggle.

"Why are you in such a mess?" Looking at the unkempt and blood-stained Zhamuyi, the man in black asked a little unhappily.

Zhamuyi raised his bruised head, smiled at the man in black, and said, "Brother Zhao, don't worry. Although my injury looks serious, it's just a skin trauma. It will heal after a while, but that week Wen Fu's internal injury, hehe, I'm afraid he will be absent from the next game."

The man in black looked at Zhou Wenfu, who was still recruiting from the audience, and couldn't help but snorted coldly, saying, "You'll have to save face and suffer."

Immediately he said to the two subordinates: "Take Zamuyi to the inn to rest, and by the way, find two of the best local doctors to bandage and apply medicine to him."

The two subordinates hurriedly responded, and filed down.