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Chapter 150
With the innate qi, Zheng Dayong floated over as if he had no weight, and the astonishing cold force spread, causing frost to condense on the surface of the pool water.

Zhang Feng was apprehensive, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he took the initiative to strike, wisps of golden spiritual power attached to his hands, sacred and majestic, but far inferior to the opponent in terms of momentum.

However, it is still necessary to use one's own skills to resist the cold air on the opposite side.

Soon, with a flash of shadow, he and Zheng Dayong bumped into each other.

Bang!
The two palmed each other, causing a gust of wind.

The strong shock wave shattered the frozen ice on the surface of the nearby pool, splashing a burst of spray, making everyone who was hiding more than ten meters away feel the strong wind blowing against their faces.

Zhang Feng felt his arm was cold, as if he was hit on ice, and he was secretly shocked by the special skill of the opponent.

And Zheng Dayong's eyes also changed slightly, he only felt an overwhelming force coming, he couldn't resist it completely, had to take a step back to relieve the force.

After tapping twice on the ground, his body swayed, and he regained his footing, looking at Zhang Feng with some trepidation.

"Your Excellency should have practiced horizontal kung fu, isn't it a golden bell cover?"

Zheng Dayong felt a little dignified in his heart, there are quite a few practitioners of horizontal kung fu in this world, such as golden bell jars and iron cloth shirts are very famous.

Once someone has cultivated to the innate level, horizontal kung fu is still terrifying, and ordinary moves can't break the defense.

Judging from the strength of this person's body, it looks like a golden bell jar. He is a little surprised that someone can cultivate the golden bell jar to this level.

"It's what you say it is."

Zhang Feng didn't explain too much, he only relied on pure external strength, and the internal strength Zulong Jue was only used to resist the opponent's cold air.

But because Zulong Jue is golden, it looks a bit like a so-called golden bell jar at this moment.

"I have long heard that the golden bell cover is one of the four great magic arts of a certain hidden sect in China. It was created by the martial arts master Bodhidharma back then. When I saw it today, it is really extraordinary."

Zheng Dayong smiled faintly, with the meaning of evaluation, Bodhidharma is very famous, and like him, he is only a master of martial arts, so he is naturally qualified to comment.

"Why do you talk so much nonsense, I am not practicing the golden bell jar, so I don't need to talk about it here."

Zhang Feng frowned. This guy's aloof appearance is not very likable.

"Not the golden bell jar?"

Zheng Dayong glanced at the golden power on Zhang Feng's body, it was indeed somewhat different from the legendary golden bell shield, nodded and said: "It seems that I was wrong, it should be a similar martial art."

"continue!"

Zhang Feng's face turned cold, he clenched his fists tightly, and used the Yanlong Fist that was included in the Ancestral Dragon Art, the golden spiritual power condensed in his hands, like a flame burning, and there was a faint sound of dragon chant when he punched.

He took three steps, like a real dragon circling, rushing out like lightning, this time the movement method is not the secret line, but the Zulong Jue supporting movement method Yunlong Nine Demonstrations.

This is the first time he has used it, and he wants to use Zheng Dayong's strength to see how well he has mastered it.

Feeling the force of the fist, Zheng Dayong knew that there was a gap in his strength, so he didn't go for a hard catch, but moved a step sideways to avoid it, and quickly slapped Zhang Feng's ribs.

Zhang Feng was no longer the person who didn't know any moves before, he reacted quickly, his center of gravity sank, and he threw his elbow forward.

With a bang, a more powerful elbow hit the opponent's icy palm, Zheng Dayong's face changed slightly, he quickly backed away to release the strength from his body, then stepped on the ground, flipped and kicked Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng sneered in his heart, he didn't retreat or evade, he tiptoed, jumped up high on the spot and punched his leg.

boom!
This time, Zheng Dayong's legs contained strong innate qi, and Zhang Feng's fists were even more powerful. Under the collision, there was a deafening roar.

In the air, Zheng Dayong's leg lost to Zhang Feng's fist, and he was punched back. His body rolled twice in the air, and fell to the ground in some embarrassment.

He had no choice but to clap his hands, and with a click, the transmitted force cracked the ground, and then he staggered to steady himself, and looked at Zhang Feng with a calm expression in fear.

The strength of the opponent is too great, it can be reduced by ten times, even if his true energy is as cold as ice, it will not help.

Whoosh!
Zhang Feng didn't give him a chance to breathe. Following a golden light, he struck through the air again. He rolled over in a hurry and narrowly avoided the punch, but Zhang Feng's fist flexibly turned into a palm, and he slapped out.

Zheng Dayong could only resist with his arms, but he was slapped horizontally, and his feet made two marks on the concrete floor.

Innate internal strength, in terms of strength, how can he compare with innate external strength, he is destined to fall into a disadvantage.

brush!
The winner has not yet been decided, Zhang Feng naturally will not stop.

A strong wind appeared on the side of Zheng Dayong again, and the golden fist carried extremely strong and domineering force, and smashed hard on the opponent's arms.

Kaka!

The ground under Zheng Dayong's feet was cracked by the shock, he let out a muffled snort, and hurriedly hid in a distance, wanting to take a breath and fight back.

However, Zhang Feng's speed was too fast, the next punch had already caught up, and there was a faint sound of dragon chant.

Hearing the terrifying sound of piercing through the air, his scalp was numb and his face was ugly. It didn't matter that this man had great strength, but his speed was so fast that he was a little out of breath.
He could barely mobilize part of his true energy, and the fist had already come to him. The golden fist exploded the air, forming a gust of wind, blowing his clothes tightly against his body.

Before mobilizing too much innate qi, the fist had already hit his defensive hands with a bang, and as a result, he slid out again just like before, this time hitting a tree.

Click.

The tree as thick as the mouth of a bowl was broken by the shock, Zheng Dayong's face changed, and a ray of red flowed from the corner of his mouth, obviously he was injured by the shock.

These punches were harder and stronger than the last punch, which made him want to vomit blood.

He hastily circulated his innate qi, and his chest felt a little more comfortable.

call!
Seeing that he didn't fall down, Zhang Feng attacked him again, Zheng Dayong cursed inwardly, his innate zhenqi erupted from the bottom of his feet, suddenly turned into an afterimage, and moved away horizontally.

With a backhand palm, he completely gathered his cultivation, the cold true energy made his palm change color and turned into a piece of hoarfrost.

Zhang Feng's last punch missed, seeing this person took the opportunity to counterattack with a slow breath, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he clenched his fist and punched it with a simple punch.

Bang!
The muffled sound made many people feel so uncomfortable that they wanted to vomit blood. Under their horrified gazes, the cement under the feet of the two fighting each other broke like foam.

Zheng Dayong received a punch from the front. Even though he had used all his cultivation, he was still so shocked by Zhang Feng's strength that he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

He panted violently, looking at Zhang Feng who had only retreated half a step, he didn't know how to overcome this person for a moment.

The opponent's strength is strong, his speed is fast, and his reaction is flexible, and he is not afraid of his coldness, so he has no advantage at all.

(End of this chapter)