"Junior, you can force the old man to show his true mastery, which is enough to be proud, but the old man advises you to admit defeat now, the iron smelting hand that the old man cultivates is an advanced technique of iron sand palm, which has great power, and can easily refine steel when cultivated to the extreme, although the old man's qualifications are dull and he has not been able to reach that level, taking a palm is enough to break your muscles and bones, and burn your skin and flesh." Standing in place, Dong Wuya said confidently.

In his opinion, Zhuo Yun had such strength at a young age, and he was already a martial arts genius, and he couldn't help but feel pity in his heart, after all, once he fought, even he couldn't fully grasp the domineering palm power of the iron smelter.

"Thank you seniors for your kindness, the kid still wants to feel the power of the seniors' iron smelters."

Saying that, Zhuo Yun's eyes burst out with a strong battle intent, and the feeling of being evenly matched made his whole person excited.

"If you don't listen to dissuasion, you will regret it!"

Shaking his head, Dong Wuya was displeased, his expression was slightly cold, and he no longer persuaded him, and the blazing temperature emitted by his hands soared again, and he rushed towards Zhuo Yun.

Feeling the threat from Dong Wuya's hands, a thought burst out of Zhuo Yun's heart.

Turtle Breath**'s strongest ability lies in defense, and this moment is a good opportunity to test his defense, he is confident that even if he can't completely resist the attack of the iron smelter, he will not be hit hard.

It was precisely because of such self-confidence that he gave up resisting, and rushed forward to meet Dong Wuya's hands.

Dong Wuya, who was doing his best, didn't expect Zhuo Yun to make such an act of looking for death, and by the time he reacted and wanted to regain his strength, it was too late.

Even Wang Yun, who was watching, was stunned by Zhuo Yun's behavior, of course, he was more gloating in his heart.

The two fiery red palms like a red-hot iron were heavily imprinted on Zhuo Yun's chest.

"Bang bang!"

With two dull bombardment sounds, the blazing air surged, ragingly tearing the clothes of Zhuo Yun's shirt, and a burst of scorched black smoke and dust came out of his chest.

In an instant, Zhuo Yun felt as if two soldering irons had been placed on his body, and the gushing fire poison surged down his chest towards his body, and the strong force seemed to shatter his chest.

"Buzz!"

Under the attack of the iron-smelter, the vitality that operated according to the turtle's breath was like a swarm of hornets that had been touched by a beehive, and immediately swarmed out to the fire poison that poured into the body, and intercepted the powerful power of the iron-smelter.

The figure shook, and Zhuo Yun took two and a half steps backwards, leaving clear footprints on the ground.

"How is this possible!" Wang Yun stepped forward in astonishment, looking at Zhuo Yun with a calm and relaxed expression.

He knew the power of the iron-smelter all too well, even a stone tablet was enough to shatter it with one palm, and if it was a tree, the heat of the iron-smelter was enough to burn a scorched black.

In Wang Yun's sight, the location where Zhuo Yun's chest was hit, except for the clothes that were scorched by the high temperature of the iron-making hand, the skin was only red but not scorched.

Not only Wang Yun, but Dong Wuya, who performed it personally, was also sluggish, he had never encountered one who could directly connect his iron-smelting hand without being seriously injured.

"Whew!" The vitality in his body surged, and when he opened his mouth, Zhuo Yun exhaled a scorching fire and poisonous heat, and his eyes surged with excitement.

"Be careful, it's my turn to attack."

With the words, Zhuo Yun's whole person seemed to have a thruster installed, and the vitality in his body was running, generating a steady stream of power, exerting a word of shape and meaning, and rushing to Dong Wuya's body in the blink of an eye.

With many years of practice, Zhuo Yun's forward figure stopped in an instant, his feet were rooted in the ground, and the fists on both sides of his waist were closed, and the posture he put on was exactly the most powerful cannon fist style in Xingyi Fist that needed time to accumulate strength.

Under the full force, when the two fists waved, the vitality in the body surged into the arms, and a burst of fist wind and energy rolled up on the two fists, as if two cannonballs were really condensed.

Feeling the power of his fists, Dong Wuya's face changed greatly, and the temperature on his hands glowing with a scorching red light increased greatly, and he slapped towards Zhuo Yun's fists, trying to resist the bombardment of his pair of cannon fists.

"Boom!"

The fists and palms touched, accompanied by the roaring impact, Dong Wuya, whose hands were red, screamed miserably, and the whole person seemed to be hit by an oncoming car, and flew out upside down.

"This, how is this possible."

Wang Yun, whose hair was blown away by the aftermath of the violent fist wind, looked at Dong Wuya, who fell seven or eight meters away, spitting blood from his mouth, with a dull gaze, and repeated the words he had already exclaimed just now.

Compared with the frightened Wang Yun, Zhuo Yun seemed calm and relaxed, and his eyes were shining.

This kind of battle with an evenly matched master made him feel unprecedentedly comfortable, and he also had a lot of insights about his own exercises, and a pair of eyes stared at Dong Wuya who was trembling and getting up from the ground.

Dong Wuya, who was barely standing, was so frightened that his heart trembled violently under Zhuo Yun's warlike gaze, and he almost reached the ground again.

The cannon fist just now not only broke his arms, but even his whole body almost fell apart, and now he can stand up completely by virtue of his willpower from years of martial arts practice.

"Ahem, Your Excellency has done a good job, the little old man is ashamed of himself, so I'm sorry."

After hurriedly admitting defeat, Dong Wuya didn't have the face to stay here any longer, called Wang Yun over, and left quickly.

Thinking that he had reminded Zhuo Yun many times just now to admit defeat, Dong Wuya felt ashamed, and his old face was completely lost.

Zhuo Yun did not stop Dong Wuya's departure, although this old guy came to find trouble, he reminded himself twice in a row when he was fighting, it was indeed benevolent and righteous, and there was no need to kill them all.

In addition to this reason, there is also a very important reason, that is, after the battle just now, he has a lot of comprehension in his mind, and he now urgently needs time to integrate these things that he has realized in battle, and once he delays for a long time, he will get twice the result with half the effort.

The remote location of this basketball court was not disturbed, so that he could be completely immersed in his feelings, standing there in a daze from time to time, or suddenly moving his feet to attack, for more than an hour, until it was dark He woke up from his cultivation.

After an hour, he gained a lot, but of course there were some unsatisfactory points.

Originally, when he had an idea, he planned to hold his breath in the pool, and that kind of perception of the surrounding water flow was also integrated into his own moves, but unfortunately, perhaps because the background is too shallow, this kind of mysterious and mysterious thing is difficult to achieve, after all, he is only a little bit of a perception that is not even a skin.

(Thanks to the 100 starting coins reward from the Brothers Tingtai Dust, there is still a chapter today, which will come at nine o'clock in the evening!) ）