As he spoke, Li Wentai seized the opportunity, flew up, spun in the air, and kicked Zheng Ya's face with great precision with huge steps. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Zheng Ya turned his head sideways, stretched out his right hand, and prepared to block.

Vajra Bodhi quickly sent a message: "Face platoon, good, necessary, weakness, need to be strengthened......"

Zheng Ya was stunned, his body shook slightly, and King Kong did not break his body and protected his face.

Li Wentai's "snap" kick directly swept Zheng Ya's face.

Kang Yimiao couldn't help but scream "ah".

The disciples of the National Art Pavilion are terrible.

Wan Taihong's face changed.

On the field, Zheng Ya's head tilted slightly.

Li Wentai turned over, knelt on one knee on the ground, posed, and said in his heart, it's done.

Zheng Ya felt that his head was a little dizzy, and his huge strength made his face slightly numb, but in an instant, King Kong's internal qi that was still relatively weak ran over happily, and quickly sucked away the qi of the platoon fight, looking unfinished.

As if nothing happened, Zheng Ya turned his head again, and said to the disciples of the National Art Hall with a smile: "I'm sorry, I was swept away, you know, this part of the face is not practiced often, so I have to catch it if I have the opportunity, hey, it's a little unsightly, let you see and laugh......"

A strange expression appeared on the faces of the disciples of the National Art Hall.

Second Senior Brother, does this need to practice cheekiness?

However, the power of that kick just now was so great, and the second senior brother was swept in the face, and he could actually do nothing, which is too powerful.

A disciple said to Wan Taihong: "Master, is the platoon skill so powerful, I want to practice it too!"

Wan Taihong's head shook like a rattle: "No, no, this is definitely not a platoon fight, your second senior brother should have cultivated the golden bell jar of the second gear, otherwise the head's ability to resist blows would not be so outrageous......"

Li Wentai found that his posture was in vain, and Zheng Ya was nothing.

He quickly stood up again, and moved quickly again.

Wan Taihong's words, he also heard.

Unexpectedly, the opponent actually cultivated the Shaolin authentic Golden Bell Jar, no wonder it was so powerful. It's just that the horizontal practice of the golden bell jar has an existence that is not a cover door but also a cover door, which must be Zheng Ya's weakness.

After moving around Zheng Ya quickly a few times and making several feints, Li Wentai finally seized the opportunity, flew up very trickily, and kicked Zheng Ya's crotch.

Zheng Ya's first reaction was to be taken aback, Li Wentai is really vicious, this is a broken son and grandchildren!

It's just that immediately, Zheng Ya, who was about to dodge, had a strange look on his face.

Because at this time, another piece of information came from the Vajra Bodhi in Zheng Ya's mind: "Crotch, weakness, platoon, must be ......"

Well, another platoon that needs to be strengthened.

Zheng Ya now also understands a little that after his Vajra Incorruptible Body Divine Skill is blessed by Vajra Bodhi, the biggest benefit may be the current situation, and he will point out to himself where the weakness is and what needs to be strengthened.

In that case, let's go for it.

His legs sank, and a horse stepped on the ground.

Wan Taihong roared: "Zheng Ya, be careful, the golden bell jar is not guarded against the second senior brother......"

Li Wentai kicked in, accurately, and touched it: "Kicked Zheng Ya's crotch." ”

The disciples of the National Art Pavilion couldn't help but turn their heads and couldn't bear to look at them directly.

Kang Yimiao's face was slightly red, and his heart said badly.

Li Wentai retracted his feet and looked at Zheng Ya opposite.

Zheng Ya lowered his head, looked at his crotch, and said with a smile: "Master Wan, don't be afraid, the second senior brother will not fall with the golden gun." ”

The disciples of the National Art Pavilion looked back at Zheng Ya in unison, their eyes were full of curiosity, and their mouths were even more slurking.

Wan Changqing looked at Wan Taihong.

Just now, Wan Taihong said that the golden bell jar does not prevent the crotch, but what about the facts? Zheng Yaruo has nothing to do.

What's going on here.

Wan Taihong was stunned for a while, and suddenly pointed at Zheng Ya and stammered: "Xiaoya, you, you, you actually practiced the secret of Shaolin, and only the first seat of each hall can be cultivated, the thirteen Taibao horizontal exercises, rely on, only this kind of kung fu can even the crotch be invulnerable......"

Zheng Ya looked back at Wan Taihong, smiled, and did not speak.

In fact, Zheng Ya really wanted to say to Wan Taihong: "King Kong is not bad and the body magic skill is really the most powerful existence in defense among the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, what is the thirteen Taibao horizontal exercises, you may have to ...... in the back row"

By this time, Li Wentai had already hit Zheng Ya I don't know how many times, Zheng Ya was fine, but Li Wentai was already a little tired.

Look back at Park Eui-jung.

Park Yizhong's brows furrowed, as if he was thinking.

Zheng Ya slowly straightened up and said with a smile: "Last time I fought against you, I gave you a few moves, this time it's the same, I'll let you play to your heart's content, but you can only do it like this, now, I'm here, take it......"

There was nothing too fancy, and he put out the most masculine and fierce Shaolin basic internal strength moves, Zheng Yalong leaped forward and attacked forward.

The fist is strong and advantageous, and the pace is full of strength.

Zheng Ya, who was still passively beaten a moment ago, suddenly killed him.

Li Wentai instinctively and quickly jumped and moved sideways backwards, but found that his movement speed could not keep up with Zheng Ya's rushing speed.

In an emergency, he could only clench his fists with both hands, one in front of the other, and block in front of his chest, trying to block Zheng Ya's fist.

Under absolute power, all defenses are unreliable.

Zheng Ya's right fist swept forward like a stretched bowstring.

Li Wentai's left hand stood up, blocking the way of Zheng Ya's right fist, but it couldn't block the power of Zheng Ya's right fist.

The left arm was easily swung away by the powerful fist, revealing the face that was blocked.

Zheng Ya shouted violently: "You slap me in the face, and I'll give you a punch back......"

With a snap, Zheng Ya hit Li Wentai on the left side of the face with a punch.

Li Wentai screamed "oops", staggered, moved a few steps to the side, plopped, and sat on the training ground with a butt, the left side of his face was blood-red.

Park Yizhong frowned.

Zheng Ya did not pursue, Li Wentai staggered, got up, rubbed his face, and looked at Zheng Ya in a little horror.

The morale of the disciples of the National Art Hall was greatly boosted, and they all applauded.

Wan Changqing said loudly: "Second Senior Brother is so powerful, Li Wentai can't stop his fist strength at all, amazing, really powerful......"

"What a lot of strength, what a lot of strength...... Wan Taihong's mouth kept chanting this sentence, a spiritual light crossed his mind again, his eyes suddenly emitted an inexplicable divine light of surprise, his hand pointed at Zheng Ya, and said loudly: "Xiaoya, it's you, I didn't expect it to be you, you are actually 600 ......"

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