The punch of the five elders was strong and heavy, and no one could stop it.

As an opponent, the pressure of the middle-aged man in the Ye family can be imagined, and everyone sweats for him.

In the crowd, only Fang Zheng had a look of anticipation.

The punch of the five family elders has reached the level of internal force transformation, and Fang Zheng really wants to see how the middle-aged man of the Ye family responds.

Under the expectant gaze of everyone, the middle-aged man of the Ye family took a step back with a wary expression and suddenly shouted.

"I throw in the towel!!"

“……”

Admit defeat?

This sudden riotous routine made everyone almost petrified. No one expected that the middle-aged man of the Ye family would surrender very simply.

"Damn!" the old man of the five families scolded with a painful face.

His punch fused the martial arts he had learned for decades, and after the punch, he went straight ahead, and he didn't think about retreating at all.

Now that the opponent suddenly admits defeat, the five elders don't know where the fist is going.

With all his strength, the five elders finally retracted their fists, and then looked at the depressed look on his face, looking like he was about to vomit blood.

"Fuck! If you want to admit defeat, say it earlier, fortunately, the old man only used seventy percent of his strength, if the old man used all his strength, this punch would not be contained, and someone must fall!!"

"Good guys, this unstoppable punch of the five family elders only used seven layers of force?!!"

"How terrifying would it be if we used ten percent of our strength?"

"I'm afraid I can knock this airliner through!"

For the strength of the five old terrifying families, everyone talked about it, and their words revealed full admiration.

On the other side, the middle-aged martial artist of the Ye family had an ugly face, and he could only return to Ye Qiangrose's side in a gloomy manner.

This was the end of the first game, and the five elders won.

At the same time, the second competition also officially began, and the Taoist priests of Zhengyang Temple fought against the white-faced youth's men.

This one was a weapon fight, and the Taoist priest used a long sword. The white-faced young man's hand was a stout man with a hideous mace in his hand.

The internal strength of the two is comparable, and they all rely on superb martial arts to fight. Although it doesn't have the amazing performance of the five elders.

However, the two went head-to-head, and the competition between the long sword and the mace was pleasing to the eye and extraordinarily exciting.

The old Taoist priest's long sword flew, and the fierce sword aura made people dare not look at it directly. The stout man wielded a mace, parrying the attacks of the long sword left and right, and even finding an air to counterattack.

Watching the battle between the two warriors, Fang Zheng was inspired a lot. In the past six months of his cultivation, although he has made great progress all the way, he does not have much real combat experience.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Zheng is also secretly learning from experience, and if he encounters a real master in the future, he will have to deal with it calmly.

Just when Fang Zheng was watching with relish, Fang Lei beside him suddenly patted him on the shoulder.

"Room No. 1, the head of the house is waiting for you inside. Fang Lei coldly dropped this sentence beside Fang Zheng, and then he turned around and left.

As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves. Fang Zheng had long known that Fang Lin's old fox was going to harm him, although there had been no strong evidence, but Fang Zheng had always been on guard.

"Could it be that Fang Lin couldn't help it and wanted to attack me?...... No, this far north hasn't arrived yet, it shouldn't be. Worried, Fang Zheng left the central hall and walked towards Room One.

The door of room number one was open, and when Fang Zheng arrived here, he walked in without knocking.

In the room, Fang Lin, the old fox, sat on the first-class seat, beside him was an antique mahogany coffee table, and the two cups of fragrant tea on the coffee table were still steaming.

Fang Zheng was a little surprised, not only Fang Lin was in this room, but also the Xuanqing Old Dao of Zhengyang Temple.

"Family Master, are you looking for me?" Fang Zheng stood in front of Fang Lin in a daze, not knowing what to do for a while.

"Fangzheng, don't be so nervous, sit down and drink tea. Fang Lin still looks like an old drama bone, and he is always kind.

Fang Zheng sat down obediently, but his eyes had been secretly looking at Xuan Qing Lao Dao. He had some doubts in his heart, what was the relationship between Fang Lin and Xuanqing?

He remembered that when he first met Xuanqing Lao Dao, the people of the Fang family were nervous at that time, and they were very jealous of the strength of this old Dao.

Fang Zheng originally thought that the Fang family and Zhengyang Guan had a hostile relationship, but now that he saw Fang Lin and Xuanqing drinking tea together, Fang Zheng felt that he was wrong.

"Fang Zheng, you've been in the hall for so long, can you understand the current situation?" Fang Lin took a sip of tea and suddenly spoke.

"Form, what form?" This plane was full of Moon Realm martial artists, and Fang Zheng's mind reading technique couldn't be used at all, and he didn't know what everyone was thinking.

Regarding what Fang Lin said, Fang Zheng was even more of a monk who couldn't figure it out.

Fang Lin shook his head helplessly, and made his words clear: "I'm asking you, what is the relationship between the more than sixty martial artists on the plane?"

Hearing this, Fang Zheng's whole person was stunned, and he realized that Fang Lin was asking him about the distribution of power among these families.

Fang Zheng thought about it, through a period of contact on the plane, he had already inquired about the information of this group of martial artists.

This Yanjing City is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, in addition to the Fang family, there are two ancient martial arts families, that Ye Rose belongs to the Ye family, and the white-faced young man belongs to the Zhao family.

"Tell the family master, in addition to the more than ten martial artists of our Ye family, the rest of the martial artists in the hall are from the Ye family and the Zhao family, and the remaining ten or so are the Taoist priests in the Zhengyang Temple. ”

As Fang Zheng spoke, his eyes secretly glanced at Xuanqing Lao Dao, Xuan Qing Lao Dao and Fang Lin were drinking tea, ignoring Fang Zheng.

Seeing that the two old monsters didn't pay attention to him, Fang Zheng hesitated slightly, and said: "If you want to ask about the strength of this group of martial artists, the Taoist priests of Zhengyang Temple have the highest internal strength, but the number is the least, and the Ye family and the Zhao family have the largest number, but when it comes to fighting alone, the strength is a little worse." ”

"There are only warriors of the Fang family, their internal strength is not weak, and there are quite a few of them. But I feel that the relationship between the Ye family and the Zhao family is relatively close, and I am afraid that the two families are ready to form an alliance. ”

Fang Zheng crossed his fingers and explained the forces of these families in detail, he explained very thoroughly, and the whole person was very devoted.

After analyzing the various forces, when Fang Zheng raised his head, it was quiet in Room No. 1. Fang Lin and Xuan Qing were staring at him with straight eyes.

"What's wrong?" Being stared at by two terrifying old monsters, Fang Zheng only felt uncomfortable.

"In such a short period of time, you actually know so much?" Fang Lin's heart was very surprised.