"Dalong, what's wrong with you?"

The audience was silent for a moment again, and Yan Zhaowu felt that something was not quite right and shouted. He didn't feel the slightest abnormality except that the big dragon seemed to be wrong. Wu Zhiwen's punch just now was silent, not to mention compared with the gunshot, even compared with ordinary boxers, the momentum was far inferior.

However, the dragon still froze and did not react, as if it had been looked at by Medusa's eyes and turned into a stone sculpture.

"What do you say is wrong with him? The meridians are all broken, and he is no different from a wasted person!" Wu Zhiwen said lightly.

"Huh?"

Everyone present was amazed. The momentum of Dalong's appearance just now, coupled with the fact that he was not afraid of bullets, few people present asked themselves that few people could do it, including Zhou Dajun, although Zhou Dajun's combat effectiveness may be comparable to Dalong, but in terms of horizontal kung fu defense, Zhou Dajun is far behind. Although this big dragon is full of internal strength and has not yet reached the peak of internal strength, he is training his body horizontally, and his defense is already comparable to the peak level of specializing in internal strength.

But Wu Zhiwen just punched so lightly, and said that Da Long was abolished, not to mention whether his words were true, but it was a fact that Da Long was stiff and couldn't move, so everyone had already believed ninety percent.

What kind of realm is Wu Zhiwen? Everyone broke out in a cold sweat from the bottom of their hearts!

Is it really a grandmaster? Eighteen-year-old grandmaster?

Including Yan Zhaowu and Zhang Dongqiang's master, the thin old man, they all thought so in their minds. They are insiders who know what an eighteen-year-old grandmaster represents, and since ancient times, no one in the rivers and lakes has heard of anyone who has reached the grandmaster realm before the age of thirty-six. Before the age of forty-five, he reached the realm of a grandmaster, and in the records of the various major sects, he was a genius who could be recorded in the annals of history, but now, in front of them, there was an eighteen-year-old grandmaster, how shocking was this?

"Boy, you dare to abolish the big dragon, I will meet you with the flying tiger Liu Donghai!" Everyone was surprised, and suddenly a bearded man sitting on the right side of Yan Zhaowu, with a shaved head, and wearing a black placket Tang suit, suddenly burst into a loud shout, stood up from his seat, flew directly away, and ran over the large square table, his right hand was in the form of a tiger's claw, and one paw grabbed Wu Zhiwen's head.

Wu Zhiwen smiled at the corner of his mouth, and saw that this guy's strength was the peak of internal strength, and he was only one step away from the grandmaster, and he chuckled at the moment: "Just enough for me to demonstrate the boxing technique, the first style of the Dayan God Fist, for one ...... of days" He said while drawing a circle with his hands, and in an instant, a momentum of abundant heaven and earth rose from his body, he seemed to be incarnated as a giant, this circle encircled heaven and earth, and everything in heaven and earth seemed to have become his calculation.

Wu Zhiwen stretched out a finger, and this finger seemed to have become extremely simple, as if all the changes in heaven and earth were inseparable from this foundation, and they all came from one change.

Liu Donghai's right claw was about to hit Wu Zhiwen's head, and he suddenly felt that an indestructible finger in front of his eyebrows had been poked, and he was taken aback, and quickly retracted his hand to defend himself, otherwise, he hadn't hurt Wu Zhiwen yet, and Wu Zhiwen's fingers had already pierced his eyebrows.

"Second Style: One to Elephant Three ......" Wu Zhiwen sang loudly, his fingers suddenly flickered, and seemed to turn into three, these three fingers point Liu Donghai's eyebrows, the middle of the body, and the dantian.

Liu Donghai only felt that these three fingers had forced him out of breath, and he felt that this style was simply unsolvable, and even if it was cracked, the follow-up attack would be even more terrifying, and he suddenly roared and used a desperate style of play. He didn't care about Wu Zhiwen's fingers at all, and hugged him, and he was about to hit Wu Zhiwen's head and neck.

How could Wu Zhiwen be held by him, in fact, as long as he pointed out these three points, Liu Donghai would lose immediately, but he wanted to try his boxing skills. Because this was a common move he used back then, he hadn't used it for a long time, and his hands were itchy and unbearable. Ordinary people really don't need him to use this trick, and only the peak of internal strength, that is, to deal with Liu Donghai, who is refining qi sixfold, needs to use this set of boxing techniques, using ordinary boxing methods, he will immediately show his feet, which will make Yan Zhaowu and other grandmasters immediately see that he is not the realm of grandmasters.

He also had this idea when he defeated Dalong in one move just now, firstly, to deliberately establish his authority, and secondly, to make people unable to see his own depth. What defeated Da Long just now was also a move in the Dayan boxing method, "Tai Chi derivation", and that style he urged was already the ultimate of the Dayan boxing method that could be used at this stage. There are a total of fifty styles in the Dayan Fist Method, and at this stage he can only use seven styles.

In fact, if Liu Donghai can force Wu Zhiwen to defeat him quickly, it also shows that Wu Zhiwen's boxing technique has not yet been used at home, and he has not yet used it flexibly and freely.

Of course, when he used it in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, he was urging the strongest immortal power, and when these methods were used, they were more powerful than I don't know how many times more powerful!

"Third Style: Three Lives and All Things......" Wu Zhiwen does not avoid it, his left hand becomes a fist, his right hand turns into a palm, and his hands slide, like the Lord of Creation, like the god of clouds and rain, all things are born suddenly, as if the whole body is attacking everywhere, dodging everywhere.

Liu Donghai was hit everywhere all over his body, and he had no power to fight back, and he had no ability to parry, so he had to turn his hand and hold his head, because he didn't know where to parry, where to dodge, let alone where to counterattack.

Wu Zhiwen's moves seem to be everywhere.

"Fourth Style: Seven Days to ......" Wu Zhiwen chanted again, his hands connected the dots in the air, and seven true qi condensed spells appeared in the air, each of which was difficult and obscure, as if it had become a symbol of heaven and earth, the rhythm of Qiankun.

"That's enough!" Yan Zhaowu saw that Wu Zhiwen's move was the grandmaster's method, and immediately shouted: "You use the grandmaster's means to play a junior, what's the point?" Therefore, Yan Zhaowu said that Liu Donghai was a junior, and Wu Zhiwen directly became a senior from the age of eighteen.

"Okay, then you come!"

Wu Zhiwen took a step forward, punched in the air, and the seven charms in the air fluctuated, forming an indescribable rhythm, flying directly towards Yan Zhaowu.

"Void Divine Fist?" The thin old man beside Zhang Dongqiang suddenly changed his expression, because this Void Divine Fist was difficult for an ordinary grandmaster to use. At this time, Wu Zhiwen and Yan Zhaowu saw that there was at least a distance of more than fifteen meters, and Wu Zhiwen actually urged Gang Qi to attack directly through the air. As for ordinary grandmasters, the attack distance is within ten meters.

Yan Zhaowu's eyes became very solemn, he took a deep breath, waved his right fist, and his fist was wrapped in a black qi.