Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1673: Two people fight, slightly better

But Zhang Yan has no idea. Although his physical body has the strength of a quasi-sage, his level is lower and he lacks actual combat experience.

Facing an experienced opponent like Zhao Gongming, if the defeat is too difficult and the Yuxu Palace loses face, Yuanshi Tianzun must not eat him?
  He is the head master and represents the face of Yuxu Palace.

"Junior brother, please come!" Zhao Gongming smiled heartily and did not refute.

"Which one of them do you think can win?"

"Of course it's Junior Brother Gongming. Haven't you seen that this person's cultivation level is a little lower than Junior Brother Gongming?"

"Senior Brother Gongming is not a bully. There must be something strange about this person!"

"How about a bet?"

"How much bet?"

"Ten golden elixirs."

In just a short while, the Kung Fu arena was already filled with people, looking at Zhang Yan with interest and whispering.

"Senior Brother, be careful!" Zhang Yan's face became serious, he picked up the Chaos and Divine Hammer, and smashed it head and head into Zhao Gongming's facade.

Zhao Gongming seemed to have expected it, and he raised the Sea-Suppressing Divine Whip to block it in a leisurely manner, very calmly.

That is the confidence that only those who have experienced many battles have.

What caught Zhao Gongming off guard was that the thunder and lightning on the Chaos Hammer was able to shock him through his Sea-Suppressing Whip.

Zhang Yan seized this opportunity and swiped the other hammer at Zhao Gongming's lower body, intending to knock him to the ground.

"Senior brother, be careful!" the pretty lady in green clothes blurted out.

Zhao Gongming was caught off guard and was about to fall down, but he quickly pushed down with the Sea-Suppressing Divine Whip and retreated as fast as possible.

"It's really a good baby." Zhao Gongming praised, rubbing his numb arms. "It seems that Senior Uncle Yuan loves Senior Brother very much." "Master is kind!" Zhang Yan smiled slightly.

"He's just relying on the baby!" Qiong Xiao is the youngest sister. She was raised to be innocent and romantic since she was a child. At this moment, her face looks indignant.

"Those who practice Taoism pay attention to wealth, love, and law. Magical weapons are also a type of strength." Yunxiao, dressed in white clothes, said dignifiedly and calmly. It seems that this person's skills are very immature. It is still unclear who will win and who will lose!
  "Then please invite junior brother to come and taste this dragon-binding lock, senior brother!" After saying that, a long chain was thrown out.

Zhang Yan dodged, but unexpectedly the dragon-binding lock also turned a corner.

Zhang Yan couldn't dodge this time and was tied up.

Zhang Yan frowned and wanted to break out of the lock with the strength of his quasi-sage body.

Zhang Yan's muscles all over his body bulged, and he tried to break free of the chain. He was about to succeed, but there was a flash of golden light on the chain, and he tightened it even tighter.

"Junior Brother Zhang Yan, admit defeat!" Zhao Gongming laughed.

"My dragon-binding lock was given by my master. No one can break it under the saint. Struggling is in vain. It will only get tighter."

Zhang Yan sighed, it seems that being a quasi-sage in the physical body is not enough!

"Senior brother is joking, the outcome is not yet known!"

Zhang Yan shook his head with a smile, secretly running all the secrets, increasing all attributes tenfold, and tried his best to earn it.

With a snap, the dragon-binding lock broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

Zhang Yan, taking advantage of Zhao Gongming's surprise, rushed forward and hit Zhao Gongming on the chest with a hammer.

Zhang Yan's physical strength is comparable to that of a quasi-sage, and his strength is naturally immense. Coupled with the blessing of magic power and Jiuzimi, his power cannot be underestimated.

Zhao Gongming only felt a sharp pain in his chest. At that time, he could not stand steadily and half-knelt on the stage. There was a fishy sweetness in his throat and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)