I have many teachers

Chapter 33 Wang Anfeng, who grew rapidly in battle, the nightmare of young Fengyan
"Ah ah!"

The girl under the arena couldn't help screaming, and it seemed as if a certain switch had been turned on. Wang Anfeng's pupils were filled with wisps of divine light. The ground stepped forward and turned over, suppressing the latter to the ground, and his left hand was unsheathed like a blade, firmly resting on the latter's neck.

The eyes of the middle-aged man acting as the referee were slightly bright, and he nodded and said:
"The winner, Wang Anfeng."

Zeng Bo clutched his wrist, gave a wry smile, and staggered off the stage. He won two games in a row, but he couldn't even win anything. He was really embarrassed. The second group of martial arts practitioners, those people were either aggressive or peaceful, with sharp knives in their hands, all of them looked at him.

Master said, let me subdue them all.

No one is willing to go.

But no one dared to go up, resentful in their hearts, but no one dared to draw their swords.

So, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the young man with light brows who looked like a breeze folded his arms, bowed deeply to everyone in the audience, and said.

"Shaolin Wang Anfeng, I would like to ask everyone for advice."

"Please give me a defeat."

Once a word was spoken, the audience was silent.

A young man froze for a moment, as if he didn't quite believe his ears. After a few breaths, he dropped the jug in his hand, cursed, jumped up, and stepped onto the ring. None, just looked at Wang Anfeng, sneered and said:
"You want to use us as a springboard? You are too arrogant!"

"Master, I'm too lazy to talk to you, watch the trick!"

After speaking, he rushed directly towards Wang Anfeng, his fists were ethereal and agile, like flowing clouds and torrents, unpredictable, Wang Anfeng took a slight breath, and clenched his fists tightly.

Since Lien Chan is going to be fought, physical strength must be a problem.

So choose...

Quick kill!

His eyes lit up slightly, and he gave a clear shout. His right fist was not fancy at all, and he struck out with the most common flat palm, with a powerful momentum, because he had just seen the end of Wang Anfeng's fist, and the young man was extremely vigilant and moved aside. At this moment, Wang Anfeng's body suddenly accelerated, approaching the young man as swiftly as Zeng Bo did just now.

Take the waist and abdomen with the left hand and the palm.

The right elbow is bent, like a general riding a horse and raising a gun.

Then he twisted his body and turned his elbow abruptly, and the elbow made a scalp-numbing piercing sound, breaking through the distance between the two, and landed firmly on the boy's throat.

The extreme speed stopped suddenly, and a strong wind blew up the boy's black hair. In his dilated pupils because of the horror, the face of the boy in front of him was reflected. As calm and indifferent.

The elbow was slowly retracted, and the boy's footsteps softened, and he sat down on the ground.

Wang Anfeng clasped his fists, said a word of acceptance, then straightened his sleeves slightly, and slightly cupped his hands forward.

Still only one sentence.

"Please give me a defeat."

The sound came out, and no one dared to return for a while. After a moment of dead silence, one person shouted:
"This is provoking you!"

"Even though I am invincible, I am willing to fight this kid, and he can still pick us all away!"

Amidst the roar of anger, a young man jumped onto the stage directly. Instead of a fist glove, he held a wooden long knife, and the edge of the blade raised slightly, shouting:

"A disciple of the Wangxian Zhang family, let me frustrate your arrogance!"

"Shaolin Wang Anfeng, please advise."

Thirteen breaths later, the young man surnamed Zhang staggered to the ground, his face already pale.

The peaceful and sincere voice that was like a nightmare came to my ears again:

"Please give me a defeat."

………………

Today is August [-]th, the autumn is getting stronger, it is not suitable for fighting, it is only suitable for watching the red maple gradually fall, the ginkgo is golden, and the county town of Wangxian County is at the foot of the mountain. In the city below, the names of these sects and the surnames of this aristocratic family represent outstanding masters.

The young phoenix banquet every year is the first time these masters take off in their memory. Young names are published on the young phoenix list and spread throughout the thousands of miles of Wangxian County. Time, absorb experience through battle and grow rapidly.

But there must be winners and losers in battles, and someone will always be used as a pedal.

or less.

or more

Snapped!
Accompanied by a crisp sound, Wang Anfeng punched a girl with double thorns and fell to the ground.When she was gritting her teeth for a fight, a fist had already landed firmly in her throat, and at the same time, there was that same flat voice.

"Assignment."

The girl's eyes widened, and while she was not reconciled, what emerged was a fear that even she couldn't believe.

how can that be?

Eight games in a row, eight games in a row!
Won't he get tired?
Wang Anfeng let out a breath of turbid air slightly, and felt a faint trace of exhaustion in his body, but his expression remained the same, he cupped his fists, with a correct demeanor, and slightly cupped his hands downward.

tread!
Almost at the moment when he saluted, all the young knights and young masters of the aristocratic family took a step back in unison, leaving a large blank space in front of him. In their eyes, the sincere face of this young man was like Scary as a ghost.

Wang Anfeng froze for a moment, but at this moment, a long laugh suddenly came from a distance, a wooden sword galloped like lightning, and landed on the ring, and then a white figure came quickly, stepped onto the ring, holding the sword in his right hand. Hold the hilt of the sword, but the wooden sword let out a long sword cry at this moment, and a bright brilliance flashed in Wang Anfeng's eyes.

The pupils of the latter shrank slightly, and he retreated abruptly. At the same time, he slapped the enemy's wrist horizontally with his left hand, full of energy. The visitor seemed to know the power, and he didn't take it hard. He turned around like a snake with a long sword It hit Wang Anfeng's neck, but at this moment, Wang Anfeng's right hand was raised, his body turned, and his five fingers pressed on the ridge of the wooden sword with great precision, blocking the sword.

Then, get excited!
boom!
Although it is not very strong, but it is enough to affect the turbulent energy of the air currents to collide and pull each other. Wang Anfeng stepped back, but the figure had already landed on the ring. The middle-aged man acting as an arbitrator frowned and shouted angrily:
"who is it!"

"How dare you come here to be presumptuous!"

The man didn't answer, but just laughed, raised the wooden sword in his hand and swiped it violently, and landed on the right fist of the middle-aged man like a prophet. With a violent retreat, the clothes on the right arm collapsed into debris, scattered like butterflies, and said in shock:
"Who?!"

"It's just that I haven't seen such an interesting little guy for a long time. I kind of want to play around. Hey, you don't have to worry about me."

The person who came flicked up his clothes, but it turned out to be an extremely chic and unrestrained middle-aged man. He casually waved his hand at the referee over there, and said with a smile to Wang Anfeng:
"You are young, you have a big tone, how about it, I am also going down, tell me, can I fight with you?"

"Of course, I will temporarily profess my internal strength, and I will limit it to ten moves, how about it?"

Wang Anfeng let out a turbid breath, the fear in his heart gradually disappeared, changed to calmness and excitement, and slowly clasped his fists:
"Shaolin, Wang Anfeng."

The man let out a long laugh and said:

"Hahaha, you are bold and courageous, Xu Ziyang, a general from Longxiang of Wangxian Commandery!"

"Look at the sword!"

Accompanied by the hearty laughter of excitement, Xu Ziyang pointed at a few points on his body to seal the internal force, the wooden sword in his palm trembled slightly, and the sword path immediately unfolded. Compared with the more pure internal force, accompanied by the brisk and sharp sword path It directly turned into a cold light and attacked Wang Anfeng, and appeared in front of Wang Anfeng in just a breath. Seeing that, it was too late to react, which caused a burst of exclamation.

The referee's face was ashen, and he brought up his whole body skills, just waiting for an accident to rush to save people.

For example now.

But just when the arbitration had already taken its right foot, Wang Anfeng, who seemed to be a bit dazed, retreated suddenly, faster than the wooden sword. Chong, the sword's edge was hanging in the air, he couldn't advance an inch, and he didn't dare to retreat an inch.

The white robe and the dark blue hem are entangled, like white clouds walking on the sky, not chilling, but somewhat poetic, and when he is about to fall into the ring, Wang Anfeng exerts force from his waist, spins his body, and the front of his fist suddenly hits On the wooden sword that had lost its courage, there was a soft sound.

A sharp brilliance appeared in the boy's black pupils.

buzz~
The vigor penetrated through five fingers, clasped on the long sword, and let out a crisp sword noise, the eyes of the surrounding teenagers couldn't help but widen their eyes, but before they could utter their exclamations, Wang Anfeng's left hand melted into a palm, and suddenly It slapped on the long sword, shaking the wooden sword a few inches before the edge of the sword spun.

At the same time, his figure deflected, and his right elbow slammed down towards Xu Ziyang's waist in a swivel motion. The sharpness and sharpness of his attack was far from comparable to the previous shots, and the speed was extremely fast. Xu Ziyang's heart skipped a beat. appear in front of your eyes.

Surprised, the energy in his body turned into a roaring dragon and poured into the long sword. The sword turned around and turned back to defend himself. After all, his internal energy was much purer than Wang Anfeng's, and at this time he was using all his strength to save his face. Because, the long sword almost crossed a perfect defensive arc when the fist edge fell, and he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, but at this moment, a white palm suddenly appeared, pulling it under his eyes. A deep shadow emerged.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
A few soft sounds followed by severe pain in several acupoints as if being pricked by needles. The internal force was self-proclaimed as having no power to defend the body, the palm could not help but loosen, and the next moment, the long sword in the palm had changed hands.

He was anxious, but Xu Ziyang didn't lose his sense of proportion. He stabilized his body, interlaced his palms, and was about to use the cloud and ink palm technique to fight against the enemy, but at this moment, a big foot kicked on him violently. On his shoulders, the force was so great that he also staggered and lost his balance.

Immediately afterwards, legs and feet like a storm had already enveloped his body, without any tricks at all, rough and brutal but as swift and fierce as rain hitting a plantain, under the eyes of everyone, Xu Ziyang's figure was forced to step back step by step Go, the crazy combo of kicks ended in a violent whip kick, Xu Ziyang finally took a breath, and just when he raised his head, a shadow shrouded him——

A few meters in the air, the young man in dark blue clothes jumped up, clenched his fist with his left hand, and clasped the wooden sword upside down with his right palm. When he jumped to the highest point, the young man's body paused slightly, and then he spun and slashed down.

boom!
The air wave burst out, kicking up dust all over the ground, and a giant black dragon rushed into the sky, raising its head and roaring angrily, shaking all the mountains.

Wang Anfeng staggered to the ground, and the wooden sword in his hand was turned into powder under the great zhenqi. He endured the pain in his body, but his face was calm and peaceful.
"Assignment."

Stepping slightly sideways, his eyes fell on the many young heroes, Wang Anfeng embraced them with both hands, and bowed again to everyone in the audience.

"Shaolin Wang Anfeng."

"Please give me a defeat."

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