Wu Song didn't dare to slack off in the face of this palm, because he saw a hint of hatred in Tang Xingze's eyes. This made Wu Song a little puzzled, he had never known this old man in his life, and he had no grudges, why Tang Xingze looked at him as if he had cuckolded him.

Turning slightly to the side, Wu Song dodged this palm, and then, he dodged continuously and dodged Tang Xingze's serial attacks.

Wu Song saw Tang Xingze beckoning his heavy hand, and he couldn't help but take two steps back and ask, "Old man, do I have a grudge against you?"

Tang Xingze snorted coldly and said, "Zhu Tao, who was defeated by you just now, is my apprentice, do you say there is no revenge!"

Only then did Wu Song understand that he had beaten away the apprentice and came to the master.

"I take the liberty of asking, is your master still alive?"

Tang Xingze didn't know why Wu Song asked this, so he replied casually: "My master has passed away a long time ago. ”

Wu Song breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "That's good, save me from defeating you, and your master will come to me for revenge again." ”

"Stinky boy, don't be ashamed!" Tang Xingze's eyes widened angrily when he heard this, he said that his master had passed away, and Wu Song actually said 'good', which made him kill Wu Song.

Tang Xingze was like a beast ready to bite its prey, exuding a terrifying murderous aura all over his body.

Wu Song was as calm as water, smiling, and not affected by the other party's murderous aura in the slightest.

Tang Xingze was shocked in his heart, he could look at ease under his murderous aura, and he knew that Wu Song was even stronger than he imagined, and even suspected that Wu Song was also a master of the Ming Dao. However, this inference was quickly denied, because Wu Song was too young.

He had been practicing hard for many years, and it was not until he was fifty years old that he had just touched the threshold of the Ming Dao, and he was already extremely talented in the martial arts world. Therefore, he saw that Wu Song was also in his early twenties, and judged that Wu Song would definitely not reach the realm of the Ming Dao, at most in the middle of awakening.

However, a mid-awakening person in his twenties can definitely be called a genius.

"Boy, show your true skills, otherwise, you will be wasted here!" Tang Xingze made up his mind to abolish Wu Song with a heavy hand, so as to prevent future troubles. He knew that if Wu Song continued to develop like this, in a few years, he would definitely not be Wu Song's opponent. After all, no one wants to provoke someone with unlimited potential.

Wu Song smiled slightly and said, "I'm afraid that if I show my real skills, you will be the one who will be abolished." ”

Tang Xingze wanted to attack, but suddenly found that Wu Song in front of him had changed. I only felt that Wu Song slowly began to raise his breath, and even made him feel a sense of danger coming.

How can it be!

Tang Xingze was horrified in his heart, with shock and doubt in his eyes, being able to exude such a powerful aura was impossible for an awakening master to do! The old man couldn't help frowning and concentrating.

"My eight-armed King Kong subordinates don't fight the unknown, let's report a million people. Tang Xingze said suddenly.

"Wu Song, isn't it Wu Song, do you remember clearly? ”

Hearing Wu Song's name, Tang Xingze thought about it, but he didn't find any information related to Wu Song in his memory. It stands to reason that such a genius should not be unknown, Tang Xingze continued to ask, "Who is your master?"

"You are not qualified to know my master's name, don't talk so much nonsense, if you don't fight, if you don't fight, you will give money!"

Tang Xingze didn't answer, but stared at Wu Song with his eyes, trying to find the best time to attack.

Neither of them made a move, just stood there quietly, looking at each other.

The master made a move, missed by a fraction of a centimeter, and was wrong for a thousand miles. Wu Song knew that the eight-armed King Kong in front of him was definitely a rare rival after he was poisoned, and if he was not careful, he might lose on the spot.

Although he couldn't exert his full strength, but with an evenly matched master in front of him, Wu Song couldn't help but have a strong fighting spirit, exuding a strong aura all over his body.

And the eight-armed King Kong Tang Xingze was naturally very cautious, looking at Wu Song cautiously.

The qi engines of the two had locked on each other, and Wu Song could clearly feel Tang Xingze's every move.

The real master always brakes with static and strikes later, because as long as there is an attack action, it is possible to expose flaws, and if the opponent is allowed to seize the opportunity, it may be possible to win or lose with just one move.

Tang Xingze also had the same idea, he was waiting for Wu Song to make the first move, in his opinion, Wu Song was young and vigorous, and he would definitely not be able to bear the temperament to attack first.

Although the two of them did not make a move, their breath was already fighting together, and the powerful battle intent was fighting between the two, impacting each other like the surging Yellow River.

Han Wuming stared at the two people on the field, his brows furrowed, he could feel the strength of the two of them. Under this suffocating and powerful momentum, Han Wuming couldn't help but whisper: "These two people, so strong!"

Although Ren Xinran also had a sense of oppression, she didn't know that it was caused by the two people on the stage, so she didn't agree with Han Wuming's words, "Is it strong? Why didn't I see it, why didn't they do it, they all stood for a long time, when did it start." ”

Everyone in the audience also felt bored, they had never seen such a game, the two fighters did not move, just stared at each other, do they want to defeat each other with their eyes? Soon, there were bursts of urging voices from the audience.

Suddenly, the two of them moved at the same time, Wu Song took a step and slapped forward in an instant, without warning or sound. It seems that there is no strength in the softness, but Wu Song has already used sixty percent of the force contained in his palm.

Tang Xingze also took a step forward and slapped his palm.

The palms of the two collided together and did not separate. Wu Songyan used his true qi to rush forward the majestic internal strength through the palm of his arm, and Tang Xingze also rushed out the internal strength.

As soon as the two internal forces collided, there was a loud bang like thunder, which shook the ears of everyone in the audience, and Wu Song and Tang Xingze were also shocked by the palm force and each took two steps back.

However, the two did not stand still anymore, and after the first temptation, they each added another success force to each other again. After three palms in a row, the two stood again and stared at each other.

The audience was very unpleasant, only two people clapped three times, and they didn't see any gorgeous tricks or any substantive offense and defense.

But only Wu Song and Tang Xingze knew how violent the collision between the two of them was when they collided with each other just now.

In the first palm, Wu Song used sixty percent of his strength to fight with the opponent, and in the second palm, Wu Song used seventy percent of his strength, faintly gaining a little advantage. In the third palm, Wu Song used eighty percent of his strength, and he was on par with the other party, which was the strongest strength he could use now.

Wu Song doesn't know if Tang Xingze still has reservations, if Tang Xingze still retains his strength, then he will be a little bottomless in this game, maybe he can only win by using the free swimming method. But the Getaway method consumes too much true qi. If the first blow fails to determine whether the winner or loser, and does not bring much damage to the opponent, then Wu Song will definitely lose this competition.

It's better to choose a more secure way of attacking, at the same time, Wu Song also wants to have a few more moves with Tang Xingze, he has been in the Ming Dao for some years before being poisoned, but there has been no progress for a long time. In the past, there was a master of his master, Xiao Tianchen, to give him advice, but now Wu Song couldn't even find a decent opponent.

Therefore, Wu Song wanted to use Tang Xingze to practice his moves to see if he could comprehend it in the competition.

And Tang Xingze, although he is not shocked on the surface, he has already set off a monstrous wave in his heart.

In fact, from the first palm, he felt a little strange, how could the awakening realm have such a strong true qi. So in the second palm, he used eighty percent of his strength, but Wu Song took advantage of it, and in the third palm, he was already going all out, but he didn't take half a chance.

This made Tang Xingze incomprehensible, generally speaking, strong true qi is accumulated bit by bit over time.

But Wu Song was so young, in comparison, he had cultivated more than thirty years more than Wu Song. But even so, in the competition of true qi and internal strength, he couldn't even take half an advantage, and he couldn't figure out how Wu Song practiced.

It must be the secret book of the master!

Tang Xingze suddenly thought that if it weren't for Wu Song practicing the peerless exercises of his master, he would definitely not have achieved such achievements at such a young age.

As soon as he thought of this, Tang Xingze began to be a little excited, he was so competitive that he hoped that he would become stronger. After reaching the Ming Dao, he traveled all over the country and visited the masters, just to be able to reach a higher level in the realm, and even enter the realm of transformation.

Now he sees hope and covets Wu Song's master's kung fu.

After the two tested each other a few more times, Tang Xingze suddenly said, "Boy, what kind of exercises are you practicing?"

Wu Song smiled slightly: "I practice the Tianshan Folding Plum Hand and the Eight Desolations and I am the only one. ”

Tang Xingze frowned, feeling why this exercise sounded so familiar, and after thinking about it for a while, he thought that this was the kung fu in "Tianlong Babu".

"Stinky boy, trick me!" As soon as the words landed, Tang Xingze moved, and in an instant, he came to Wu Song's approach, attacking with both hands at the same time, extremely fast, and even his arms had afterimages, and in an instant, Tang Xingze seemed to have a few more arms.

What an eight-armed King Kong!

Wu Song sighed, and then he waved his hands, according to the method of Gale Legs, applied it to his arms, and in an instant, he also seemed to have eight arms, blocking all of Tang Xingze's attacks.

How...... How can it be!

Tang Xingze saw that the speed he had always been proud of did not take advantage of Wu Song at all.

Moreover, Wu Song actually used the kung fu he had practiced hard for many years, and his power was even higher than him.

Tang Xingze couldn't help but ask, "Stinky boy, where did you learn the eight-armed divine hand technique?"

Wu Song said softly: "Don't tell others, in fact, I will fight the kung fu of the stars." ”

"Full of nonsense!" Tang Xingze roared.

Wu Song frowned: "Why are you shouting so loudly, I'm afraid that if I say that I am now learning and selling, I will just learn from you, and you will find a place to hang yourself with low self-esteem, you are really kind to be a donkey's liver and lungs!"