Compared with him, Zhao Kun is much more frivolous, and he seems to have no roots under his feet. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhao Kun laughed arrogantly at Wang Jingang on the other side: "Hurry up and admit defeat, otherwise Lao Tzu is afraid that one of them will kill you inadvertently later." ”

Wang Jingang said in a deep voice: "If you want to fight, you can fight, what are you doing with so much nonsense?"

"This is what you asked for, look, I will kill you within three moves!" Zhao Kun sneered, his fists were swung out, the momentum was very huge, and a cyclone rushed towards Wang Jingang.

Wang Jingang let out a low roar, bent his left foot on his knee, pressed his left hand in front of his lower abdomen, and struck out with his right fist and met him.

The cyclone and his right fist collided together, and Wang Jingang leaned back heavily, a red cloud flashed across his face, but then it disappeared, and it was obvious that he was at a disadvantage. But what is strange is that his feet are stuck on the platform of life and death like tree roots, and he can't move.

The two obviously have a three-trick gap, but Zhao Kun's punch failed to make Wang Jingang take a step back.

Zhao Kun was annoyed and angry, felt that he had lost face, sneered, and smashed out another punch. Wang Jingang shook heavily and spurted out a mouthful of blood, but he still didn't retreat, and the two huge stone slabs under his feet were shattered into powder.

At this time, everyone saw some clues, it turned out that Wang Jingang stepped on the earth, as if he was integrated with the ground. The strength of Zhao Kun's whole body was transmitted to the ground by him, instead of relying on his body to be hard-connected.

Some onlookers stroked their beards and said approvingly: "Yes, this offspring is really good, looking at the foolish and naïve, he is actually very smart in fighting." ”

Zhao Kun said that he would finish Wang Jingang within three moves, but now that two moves have passed, he feels that he has lost face, and he is suddenly in a hurry, jumping up, and attacking Wang Jingang with both fists like a storm.

Wang Jingang was not in a hurry, his palms were like two gates, and the defense was impenetrable, blocking all Zhao Kun's offensive. And Zhao Kun's attack is urgent, and the power is not as great as the two moves just now, this stormy attack seems to be powerful, but the damage to Wang Jingang is not as powerful as the two moves just now.

Zhao Kun couldn't attack it for a long time, his face was blue and extremely ugly. Yang Jingtian, who was watching from the audience, snorted coldly and turned away very dissatisfied. He was very disappointed in Zhao Kun, he took out a part of the resources given to him by his family, distributed them to Zhao Kun, and made him a six-trick master, but he didn't expect Zhao Kun to be so uncompetitive that he couldn't even beat a three-trick person.

And more importantly, the person he couldn't beat was someone from Chen Feng's side, which made him feel very embarrassed. There was even a trace of doubt that he chose Zhao Kun to sit on this gun against Chen Feng, whether it was right or wrong.

On the other side, Chen Feng smiled and said softly: "I didn't expect Wang Jingang's combat talent to be so high, and his palm technique is also a bit interesting, and he can actually transfer the opponent's qi to his feet." ”

Hearing Yang Jingtian's cold snort, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Yang Jingtian turning to leave, and Zhao Kun was suddenly extremely anxious. Everything he did was given to him by Yang Jingtian, if Yang Jingtian no longer supported him, he would be beaten back to his original form, at this time he hated Wang Jingang to the extreme in his heart, thinking that he ruined his future.

He was in a hurry, and he made even more mistakes on his feet and hands, and was caught by Wang Jingang, and his right palm suddenly poked out, and in an instant, his right palm turned golden and slapped heavily on Zhao Kun's chest. He has been defending, Zhao Kun didn't expect him to be able to fight back at all, so he couldn't resist at all, he was hit directly, let out a miserable scream from his mouth, and flew out far away with blood.

He fell heavily on the platform of life and death, his chest collapsed, he was already seriously injured, and he had no strength to fight again.

Wang Jingang had a simple and simple personality, and did not continue to chase and kill, but walked in front of him and said lightly: "Senior Brother Zhao, I won." ”

At this moment, a fierce and treacherous color suddenly flashed in Zhao Kun's eyes, and as soon as the sleeve of his right hand was raised, a black light suddenly flew out of the sleeve and directly hit Wang Jingang's chest.

Wang Jingang snorted, took a few steps back, and roared angrily: "You, you actually sneak attacked." ”

Zhao Kun sneered and said shamelessly: "I haven't admitted defeat yet, you haven't killed me, our battle is not over yet, I can use any means, how can this be called a sneak attack?"

There was an elder on the cliff, nodding slightly, and a flash of approval flashed in his eyes: "This son is kind-hearted and can be made." ”

An elder next to him snorted disdainfully and refuted: "It's a pity, the path of a martial artist, natural selection, cruelty, and kind-hearted people will only die quickly." ”

The elder who spoke at the beginning was not angry, but shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly.

Wang Jingang found that half of his body was numb and unconscious, he looked down and saw that the wound was left with black blood, and said angrily: "Zhao Kun, you actually use poison?"

"What's wrong with using poison? Did the sect's rules say that poison is not allowed?"