Chapter 33 Yang Zhennan

"Looks like I'm underestimating you...... But do you think you still have a chance?"

Wang Zhong looked at the old drunkard gloomily, not realizing that the old drunkard had not understood his words from beginning to end. After being completely reduced to www.biquge.info a beast, the old drunkard was left with only the two commands he had made to himself before his instinct and consciousness dissipated.

"Brother Yang, don't you want to make a move?"

Wang Zhong yelled.

"I thought that Brother Wang would be able to settle it by himself, and it would be difficult to rob Brother Wang of the credit, isn't that a shame?"

From outside the battle came a man dressed in a white robe, which was spotless, and on top of the robe, a lifelike dragon was embroidered with great skill, hovering over the man's body. When this person looks at it, it makes people feel quite a grandmaster.

"Don't count me as you, you see what credit I want to do like this, if I don't make a move, I may have to die with him!"

Wang Zhong smiled bitterly.

Hmph, do you have the guts, do you give up everything you have?

The man walked slowly into the battle situation, and stood beside Wang Zhong, with his hands behind his back, looking as leisurely as a stroll, not at all as if it was a battle situation.

"In the ...... of Yang Zhennan"

In just a few words, not only his name is revealed, but also his origin and status are explained to everyone.

First, Teng Yuhu gasped. Yang Zhennan can be said to be the number one person known to everyone in Nanli Town, and the largest Zhennan martial arts hall in the town is based on his name.

The Zhennan Martial Arts Hall is quite famous in this area, and even in the adjacent areas that extend to the Dongtu region. This is not only due to its size, but more importantly, the people who guard it must have the strength to convince people. Otherwise, if there is no strong foundation, the Zhennan Martial Arts Hall will be buried long ago.

The old drunkard is still a martial artist who has entered the middle level of the second realm of the three realms of martial arts training, [Imperial Qi], so how high will this hall master who has been immersed in martial arts for many years be?

The old drunkard watched all this indifferently, but did not listen to them. His injuries were worse than expected, and during this time, the old drunkard did not waste time listening to the two of them, and his body was full of blood, frantically repairing the damaged body parts.

The time was short, and the old drunkard only completed the temporary recovery of the wound deep under the skin, and the rest of the nature was in a hurry to ignore it first.

At the end of their conversation, the old drunk had just finished repairing some serious wounds. I have to sigh, the spirits of the three realms already possess the almost perverted recovery ability and the power of the six realms, so what kind of power do the spirits of the higher or even several layers have? What are the manifestations of the other six realms besides the beast path and the hungry ghost path?

As for the understanding of the spirited, even the old drunkard only knows some fur, not to mention Teng Yuhu and Su Bai, who are still shallow in the world.

The old drunk seemed to be deliberately waiting for Yang Zhennan and the two to finish speaking, and as soon as the words fell, the old drunk rushed forward. This time, his attack was even more swift and aggressive, his right hand popping out a half-meter-long claw, and the devastating air blast projectile brewing in the tiger head in his left hand, and the counter-thrust of his legs that was enough to crack the stone allowed him to cross a distance of nearly twenty meters in less than two seconds.

Wang Zhong lifted the red-veined broadsword, and his hot breath cooled down a little because he couldn't get blood replenishment for a while. Yang Zhennan waved his hand and motioned for Wang Zhong to rest and rest.

Wang Zhong was already close to the limit, and he wished that he would fall down and sleep in the dark, so he naturally followed Yang Zhennan's meaning and took a few steps back, but if it was normal or when he was in completely good condition, it is unknown whether he would have obeyed it so much.

Facing the old drunk who came like the wind, Yang Zhennan did not show panic, he looked ahead with a smile, only to see the old drunk grinning, and the air burst bomb in the tiger's mouth flew out, Yang Zhennan's body did not move at all, only to see that when the air was still a foot away from his palm, something strange happened.

The exploding bomb stopped abruptly, you must know that this air bomb containing explosive power, under normal circumstances, is enough to knock a person fifty meters away, but the huge impact force is enough to choke, not to mention the next explosion damage.

And Yang Zhennan seemed to easily block the air bomb as soon as he stretched out his hand. Then, in the eyes of everyone, they saw that Yang Zhennan's hand seemed to shake slightly.

Is that he going to be overwhelmed? No.

Yang Zhennan's arm shook for the first time, and the air bullet seemed to crack like glass, and then it shook again, and the air bullet cracked in response.

The wind from the explosion caused Yang Zhennan's robe to fly wantonly, and the hunting sounded. The dragon embroidered on his body seemed to be alive, swimming in the wind.

Yang Zhennan is like a bamboo standing in a storm, let him wind from east to west, north and south, he has never wavered in the slightest, and he has not even taken half a step back under his feet.

"Stacking strength? I will too. ”

Yang Zhennan said, his expression relaxed, as if he was practicing in his Zhennan martial arts hall.

"But you still don't need to ...... home"

Yang Zhennan withdrew the hand that resisted the air bullet, and his hands were behind him again, and his body was on one side, easily dodging the grasp of the old drunkard who followed closely.

As if he were teaching his own students, he said:

"Although your stacking strength is also a little mature, but in terms of the use of qi, it may be better in the next step......"

The old drunkard was constantly entangled, and he was unaware of the flaws exposed by various key points on his body, which were all under Yang Zhennan's eyes. Yang Zhennan seized an opportunity and slapped the old drunkard on the chest with a palm.

That palm didn't seem to have any force, it didn't hurt or itch the old drunk, the corners of his mouth grinned, revealing a pair of white tiger teeth, at this moment Yang Zhennan's head was under his eyes, as long as he gently came to the claw, then Yang Zhennan would definitely die.

But just when the old drunkard thought that he had grasped the other party's flaws, he only felt that his body was stopped by a huge force and could not move forward in the slightest.

The tremendous power was like a wave, coming suddenly and swiftly, wave after wave, and the old drunkard was suddenly born in the great mass of the sea.

After all, the old drunkard couldn't bear the strength of this wave, and as the fifth wave hit, the old drunkard flew out in response, fell heavily to the ground, and coughed up a mouthful of old blood.

This is not the same as the wound he suffered in the battle just now. Most of the battles just now were skin wounds, and now ...... Yang Zhennan, who is proficient in the use of qi, is so big that the breath and blood in his body are disordered for a while, and even the physique of his orc form is a little unstable, and some places are constantly switching uncontrollably between human form and beast form, which is caused by the instability of the blood in the body.

"Yes, you can hold on to the fifth ...... of my Wave Stacker"

Yang Zhennan looked at the old drunkard with appreciation, but that kind of appreciation was not like the eyes of mutual appreciation between martial artists, but the coveting of wanting to see good prey.

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