Elder Chu snorted coldly, even an ordinary person dared to point fingers at them?

She snorted coldly: "We'll naturally make a move later, what kind of thing are you, and you are qualified to stand here and make noise?"

With Elder Chu's cold snort, Li Muqing also snorted, the difference was that the corners of her mouth overflowed with a hint of red.

Li Muqing was shocked, and then he realized that it was himself Meng Lang, which of the Golden Body Realm powerhouses on the field was not a one-sided existence, how could he easily besiege a young man?

At this time, Chen Chen's palm holding the Zhutian seal was like the wind, and the seal in front of him was like jade, and those tiger phantoms fell on it, shattering one after another, and dissipating to the surroundings.

Not only that, but the wind around him was like a knife, the sand and soil were stacked, and his body sank minute by minute, and a pit with a range of more than ten meters and nearly half a meter deep appeared under his feet.

"This is a supernatural martial artist?"

The businessmen outside the venue couldn't help but swallow their saliva, their eyes were straight and dumbfounded.

This is too exaggerated, it's like making a movie, it's a tiger shadow and a hanging seal, it's too mysterious!

There are also many of them who know about the existence of martial artists, but none of them have ever seen this level of martial arts fighting.

"No wonder he was able to defeat Murong Rin. ”

Elder Chu looked at the arena coldly, and the corners of his mouth were full of sneers.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

Luo Yunyang squinted slightly, Jing Xuan's strength had been tested by him, if he didn't use the secret method, it should be between five and five, but he didn't expect that this young man named Chen Chen would also have such strength.

No matter how big the aftermath of the battle between the two of them was, they were blocked by the other four Golden Body Realm powerhouses, and not even the slightest ripple was raised.

"Boom-"

Finally, Jing Zhen stopped, he looked at the seal in front of him, and a trace of gloom flashed on his cold cheeks.

That seal was like a turtle shell in his eyes at this moment, firmly protecting Chen Chen in it.

Chen Chen smiled indifferently:

"Is that all you have to do?"

Jing Zhen's face was full of anger again, his feet were light, his figure was like a wild goose, he crossed an arc in the air, and landed on the grass to look at Chen Chen seriously, "I didn't expect that there would be a young powerhouse like you in Huaxia." ”

"No wonder you have the confidence to be so arrogant. ”

Jing Zhen rarely became serious, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

He just blasted out one or two hundred punches with claws and fists, each of which was enough to kill a congenital and severely damage his golden body, and the other party actually blocked them all with a seal of internal strength!

"Shhhh

Meng Feiyan, who had been paying attention to the battlefield, felt numb, and when Jing Zhen stopped, she couldn't help but gasp, her face was full of shock.

It's not just her, but even the high-level combat forces of the Martial Alliance around her.

Even the four golden bodies couldn't help but look at Chen Chen seriously, the power of Jing Zhen's fists and claws, their feelings were naturally much clearer than those junior martial artists of Meng Feiyan, that is, even they were secretly surprised by Jing Zhen's strength and the defensive power of Chen Chen's internal strength.

Chen Chen glanced at the pit under his feet lightly, and the pace that had never moved had finally changed.

"That's what you're proud of?"

He walked to the edge of the pit, looked at Jing Zhen, smiled a little playfully, and said, "Although it is better than that Murong Rin, it is nothing more than that." ”

"It's just a golden body, grass mustard. ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Just a golden body, grass mustard?

For this young man's words, even the businessmen outside the venue secretly gave a thumbs up and sighed secretly: King Bi is alive.

The corners of those martial arts powerhouses twitched slightly, even Meng Feiyan and Chiyo Fumiko and others were no exception.

Is it just a golden body, grass mustard? Then their group of innate and great grandmasters are still alive?

"Arrogance!"

Jing Zhen's face was gloomy like water, and the killing intent in his eyes seemed to be condensed into substance.

Chen Chen looked at Jing Zhen, and his left hand, which was behind his back, was slowly withdrawn from behind him, and he quietly clenched his fist.

"Arrogant?"

Chen Chen shook his head and smiled, and looked at Jing Zhen quietly, "Then you will also try my strength?"

In an instant, above the Sky Splitting Fist, the milky white true yuan was constantly churning, and the brilliance flickered.

In the eyes of everyone, Chen Chen's figure seemed to disappear directly, and was replaced by a gradually enlarged fist shadow, and everywhere he passed, the heavens and the earth seemed to be broken by this fist shadow.

In the blink of an eye, the shadow of the fist approached Jing Zhen, and in Jing Zhen's suddenly shrunken pupils, a fist fell without any moves, but unstoppable.

Before the fist fell, Jing Zhen's ears sounded the sound of fist wind, and he felt a terrifying fist on his head.

"Boom-"

The weeds all over the ground exploded, the weeds mixed with the sand, and the subtle milky white true element rose into the air.

In front of Jing Zhen, he slapped his fists continuously, and his internal strength condensed a half-meter-tall white tiger phantom to meet the fist.

The phantom of the white tiger roared wildly in the sky, and the weeds and sand that burst around it were shaken and thrown around.

At this moment, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Jing Zhen's mouth, and his hideous face turned white in an instant, and in an instant, the phantom of the white tiger was annihilated inch by inch under the fist momentum and dissipated in the air.

Jing Zhen's figure was like a kite with a broken string, and he was directly hit into the soft soil under his feet by this punch.

How can it be?

Jing Zhen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the condescending figure above in disbelief.

Himself, he was actually injured under this punch?

He even felt that what he had just received was not a palm, but a mountain, a mountain that fell from the sky!

The body smashed into the wet and soft soil, unloading the terrifying power, Jing Zhen ignored his somewhat numb body, and his internal strength came out of his body.

"Boom-"

His figure burst out of the dirt, and with a single step, he rushed out of the earth like a dragon swinging its tail.

"One punch, Jing Zhen was injured?"

This result made everyone present smack, especially Luo Yunchen, who had fought with Jing Zhen in momentum.

Before, Chen Chen took Jing Zhen hard to take one or two hundred moves without taking half a step back, but now, Chen Chen punched Jing Zhen and injured Jing Zhen?

That's too big a gap, isn't it?

Those onlookers were even more enthusiastic, staring at Chen Chen intently, their eyes were extremely fanatical, as if it was not Chen Chen who blasted Jing Zhen into the soil layer with a punch, but them.

As Jing Zhen's subordinate, Chiyo Fumiko's delicate face was full of astonishment, she had the impression that Jing Zhen, who was invincible in the world, would be hammered into the soil by a young man in his twenties?

"Purple Thunder Immortal Method!"

A roar of rage shattered everyone's thoughts.

Jing Zhen's eyes were red, a strange flush appeared on his pale face, and the whole person's chest seemed to have a blower, constantly rising and falling.