If the other party casts a spell to attack Ye Hong, then he feels a little troublesome, after all, the other party is a lot of people, every cultivation is above the middle of the condensation period, and his current cultivation is also disguised in the middle of the condensation period, naturally he can't use the spirit weapon, then he can only use the magic weapon to fight the enemy, in case one of the other party's monks has a cross-level attack spirit weapon, then he has a little headache. 1357924?6810ggggggggggd, but this kind of close-quarters physical combat just suited his appetite, and for a while, he seemed to have returned to the scene of fighting four or five gangsters in his previous life when he was fighting for his friends.

He flashed to the side cleanly, dodged a heavy blow from the oncoming attack, and then took a slight wrong step, and stood on the opponent's side, with a backhand, buckled the opponent's wrist, pulled the momentum, and then kicked the opponent's face. The fierce monk immediately flew out like a cannonball, and slammed into the stomach of another lightning disciple who had slowed down, and the two of them immediately rolled into a ball.

Then, with a slight wave of Ye Hong's right palm, the palm Yan just cut into the arm of another monk who was about to sneak attack from behind, and after a crisp "click", the monk immediately let out a scream like a pig. Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining two lightning disciples immediately stopped the trend of rushing towards Ye Hong, and glanced at each other, and they all saw a solemn look in each other's eyes.

"Dasha, you go and kill this kid who doesn't know whether to live or die!" Seeing this, the white-faced monk who was tugging at Xia Yan's shirt knew that the other party was a practitioner who had entered the Dao, and hurriedly sent his most powerful subordinates.

Hearing this, the sturdy monk slowly walked towards Ye Hong, each step seemed to be heavy, leaving a faint footprint on the hard mud ground. When he was only five or six meters away from Ye Hong, he suddenly exerted his strength at great speed, rushing towards Ye Hong like a crazy bison, and the speed and strength were beyond Ye Hong's expectations. Seeing that he might not be able to dodge safely, Ye Hong simply took half a step back, stretched out one palm and pushed it on the other party's shoulder rushing in front, and forcibly stopped the other party's forward trend.

The big man was slightly stunned, he couldn't imagine that his brute force impact was easily blocked by Ye Hong. But he didn't care, so he took a step back and rounded his fist, and hit Ye Hong's face with the sound of "whirring".

This time, Ye Hong quickly dodged to the side, and lightly hooked the opponent's ankle, and with a "plop", the strong monk fell to the ground, shaking the ground.

Ye Hong did not continue to shoot at the monk on the ground, but took a step back, and then said with interest in his hands on his chest: "Get up, let's continue!"

"Phew!" The strong monk quickly got up from the ground, spit out the dirt that had entered his mouth, and pounced again, but Ye Hong dodged to the side again, avoiding the edge, and then kicked the strong monk on the ass again.

"Plop", the other party came to gnaw on the mud again.

"Come again!" Ye Hong still stood aside indifferently with his hands on his chest.

"I'm going to kill you!" The sturdy monk was furious after suffering losses one after another, and after getting up from the ground, he rushed towards Ye Hong like a mad tiger. Moreover, this time he obviously learned the lessons of the previous two times, knowing that the other party was also a practitioner, and began to change his fighting methods, adopting close grappling, in a vain attempt to rely on his strong physical advantage to subdue Ye Hong.

Seeing this, Ye Hong smiled, the attributes of his body in all aspects surpassed ordinary monks by several times, as long as it was not a battle between monks, there were several monks in the entire Thunder Gate who were his opponents. When the sturdy monk grabbed his wrist, before he could tightly clasp the vein, Ye Hong's hand twisted a few times like a swimming fish and broke free, and then before the other party's hand was withdrawn, he quickly poked his fingers under the opponent's armpit.

The sturdy monk only felt a slip in his hand, and saw that Ye Hong's wrist had escaped from his grasp, and then he felt a heavy blow under his armpit, and half of his body was immediately paralyzed. Worried that Ye Hong would take advantage of the victory to pursue, the sturdy monk hurriedly retreated while swinging his fists and kicks indiscriminately, and only after retreating five or six steps did he concentrate on seeing Ye Hong's situation clearly.

I saw Ye Hong still standing in place with his hands on his chest, a contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Are you still coming?"

"If there is a kind, don't hide!" The sturdy monk had gradually understood in his heart that if it was a normal way of fighting, he would be inferior to the other party in terms of agility, speed, reaction and flexibility, and his only chance of victory was his strong body and brute strength as strong as an ox, so he wanted to stimulate Ye Hong through words and accept his fighting style.

"Oh, do you think you can defeat me if I don't dodge?" Ye Hong looked at each other like a cat playing with a mouse.

"There is a kind of fight where we will exchange punches for punches! Those who dare not come are bad seeds!" I can't see that this sturdy monk is not strong and brainless, trying to use aggressive tactics to force Ye Hong to agree to the fighting style he wants.

"Okay! I agree!" Ye Hong seemed to be stimulated, and agreed without even thinking about it.

"Brother Ye, don't promise him!" At the same time, Xia Yan's voice also came at the same time.

"Smack!" The white-faced monk slapped Xia Yan fiercely: "Look for death!

"No, everyone present has already heard it! You have already agreed, since this is the case, then let's fight it out in a real fighting way!" The sturdy monk was worried that Ye Hong would regret it, so he hurriedly finalized: "It's the bad seed who regrets it!"

"Hehe, do you think I'll regret it?" Ye Hong looked light-hearted: "What kind of play?

"I'll punch you first, if you don't fall, it's your turn to punch me, if I'm okay, then I'll continue to punch!" "Seeing that Ye Hong was on the set, the sturdy monk was overjoyed in his heart, he was the head of the martial arts academy in the secular world before entering the Tao, especially with his strong defense and martial arts, and there were few opponents: "You think this is fair!"

"Brother Ye..."

"Okay!

Before Xia Yan could finish shouting, Ye Hong had already agreed, and slowly walked in front of the strong monk: "Let's start!"

"Okay, I'm here!" the sturdy monk glanced at Ye Hong suspiciously, and then a horseback squatting crotch style carried the strength of his whole body and shouted in a low voice and threw a punch.

"Peng!" As if on a thick layer of leather, Ye Hong stood in place without moving, and did nothing, but the sturdy monk took a few steps back, and looked at Ye Hong with an incredulous expression after standing still.