As the saying goes, insiders look at the doorway, and laymen look at the liveliness.

The audience was dazzled by a series of afterimages of Wen Jun and Xuan Zhen Lao Dao, and they were fascinated by it; And the disciples of various sects such as Huashan and Emei were shocked by the superb martial arts displayed by the two of them.

People who have reached a certain level of martial arts understand that speed alone cannot fully avoid the fingers, after all, the gap between each finger is very small, the small ones are negligible, and these fingers are not arranged, they are disorderly, there is no way to find the law, if you want to pass through it, eyesight, mental strength, physical strength, speed, reaction and the overall situation must reach the upper level.

On the referee's seat, Zhuge Feiyang said with a smile: "Master Qin, the disciple is young, and his martial arts have reached such an amazing level, and in time, he will definitely promote my Chinese martial arts." ”

Abbot Shanqing nodded and said, "I see that he is calm and relaxed, and it seems that he still has some reservations." 's body style should not be underestimated, but after all, it is not as good as the other party's old and spicy, and the level of proficiency is also a step worse. ”

Qin Haoran smiled proudly: "Haha, thanks to the love of the two of you, I thanked you on behalf of the inferior disciples." ”

At this moment, Yang Shanyue also saw that Wen Jun did have good strength, his face suddenly darkened, he obediently closed his mouth, squinted a pair of eagle eyes, and didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

Wen Jun stepped forward and slammed his fist silently into Xuan Zhen's chest.

Xuan Zhen Lao Dao understood that although this fist did not have strong wind, if he hit him, I was afraid that his entire heart would be pierced by his punch.

He didn't retreat, one was too late, and the other was that retreating would weaken his attack power and die faster. I saw that he quickly turned his palm into a fist and hit him head-on.

So, the two fists slammed together.

Syllable!

As soon as the fists of the two touched, Xuan Zhen knew that he was going to suffer. This guy's strength is simply terrifying, and he is an extremely rare master.

Sure enough, Xuan Zhen's entire body was blasted out by his punch, and his body smashed straight towards the audience.

Step on! Step on! Step on!

Xuan Zhen Lao Dao made a jack drop in the air, allowing his body to land quickly. Then he took a few steps back in a row to stabilize his body and avoid falling off the ring on the spot and being embarrassed.

When Xuan Zhen Lao Dao looked up at Wen Jundi, he was standing in his position just now and looked at him like a nymphomaniac.

"Dao Chief, are you alright?" Wen Jungou was nosy with the mouse, and asked with a mouthful of white teeth.

Xuan Zhen Lao Dao grimaced, took a deep breath, and when his mood calmed down a little, he said angrily: "Do you think I will be fine?" The game has just begun. ”

Wen Jun gave him a thumbs up and grinned: "The kung fu of the Taoist is really admirable, I used fifty percent of my strength, and you are fine." ”

Fifty percent of the strength? Xuan Zhen Lao Dao was so angry by his words that he trembled and almost fell off the boxing ring. I've seen bragging, but I've never seen someone like him who blew a bull to the sky.

Wen Jun smiled: "Are you ready?" Then take my punch and try it. ”

Xuan Zhen Lao Dao's face was pale and indifferent, but it was obvious that the contempt in his heart had vanished.

His eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. Ye Qiu clenched his right hand into a fist, and then quickly poured true qi into his right fist. Three seconds later, his body suddenly moved ghostly, as fast as lightning.

Hi! Xuan Zhen roared, as if he was going to fight against the water, and his fighting spirit was high.

Wen Jun was as fast as lightning, and his right fist had already swung out.

Xuan Zhen Lao Dao did not show weakness, he was ready to fight hard, his feet stood on the floor like nails, and his fists also swung a huge arc.

Seeing that the fists of the two were about to collide together, the female audience in the audience closed their eyes in fright. Murong gently covered his eyes with his hands, but his eyes quietly watched through his fingertips.

With such a force collision, I'm afraid that the whole arm will be broken, right?

Rumble! The two fists collided again, sparks flying, and smoke billowed out.

Xuan Zhen sneered a few times and said, "That's all you ......."

As soon as Xuan Zhen Laodao's words were halfway through, an accident appeared!

According to the general mechanical logic, when two fists collide with each other, due to the resistance of the other party, the fist strength disappears and becomes the end of the strong crossbow.

At this moment, Xuan Zhen Lao Dao felt that Wen Jun was like a divine help, and his fist suddenly surged out with a strong force. After a moment's pause, the fist came closer and bigger to his eyes with a devastating momentum, crushing him like Tarzan, and then striking him in the chest.

Burst! Xuan Zhen Lao Dao immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew upside down like a kite with a broken string.

Bang dang! His back hit the ground and slammed into the marble floor.

This Wang Ba Cake has such a terrible hand! This was the last anger of Xuan Zhen Lao Dao before he fell unconscious.

Wen Jun still maintained the posture of knocking down Xuan Zhen Lao Dao at the end, and stood in the boxing ring with a smile on his face, but those charming peach blossom eyes made people feel cold all over his body.

The audience was silent. A moment later, the applause resounded like a tidal wave.

"It's unbelievable that kid won so easily!"

"How did that kid punch just now, do you see clearly?"

"Looks like you switched your left hand to punch, right?"

"Silly Bi, look at his current posture, isn't it his right hand?"

Wen Jun smiled faintly, Xuan Zhen is very strong, there are really few people who can win him, but I just won him! And it was the beautiful one who won him!

The expressions of the martial arts masters on the referee's seat were different, some looked at each other and smiled, some were overshadowed, and some were thoughtful...... This kid is even more outstanding than they imagined, and that trick just now is really wonderful.

The wind subsided, Wen Jun on the stage smiled honestly and walked off the stage steadily.

In this regard, the disciples of various sects and sects could only be silent, wondering whether this kid was really honest or fake.

Zou Yongjun saw Wen Jun so brave, his tiger eyes were full of fear, and he wanted to qualify from this group and enter the top four, but it seemed that there was little hope.

Yang Jianming always paid attention to Wen Jun's performance, his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and his hands were itching so much that he couldn't wait to draw his sword and fight him for three hundred rounds!

He stepped forward and said gracefully, "Doctor Wen, congratulations on your win." "The more he is in such a large public place, the more suave and distinguished he becomes.

Wen Jun glanced at Zhuge Qingyao who was not far away, and said with a smile: "Yang Shao, rejoice, rejoice." ”

"Xiaojun, what a beautiful job!" Qin He couldn't help but punch him in the chest.

Murong Pei hugged Wen Jun's shoulder, let out a long sigh of relief, and said in high spirits: "Xiaojun, you have finally avenged the previous revenge!" ”