Seeing Ling Jin approaching, Zhang Han walked up with a group of people and blocked in front of Ling Jin.

"I heard that Brother Ling is also going to participate in this competition?" Zhang Han looked at Ling Jin and said to him. He was always looking into Ling Jin's eyes, trying to see the nervousness and uneasiness in his eyes. But he obviously failed, Ling Jin's eyes did not fluctuate at all, and he looked very calm. The artist is bold, that's all.

Seeing Ling Jin nodded, he didn't say anything, as if he didn't know what to say for a while.

"In that case, why don't we two learn from each other? My strength is okay here, I don't know what Brother Ling thinks?"

"Okay, I can't ask for it, I just happened to be active with this big brother, and I hope that the big brother will be merciful. Ling Jin hugged Zhang Han with a fist.

"My name is Zhang Han, please ask Brother Ling for advice here!"

After speaking, he jumped up, jumped directly onto the big ring in the middle of the martial arts arena, and hugged his fists at Ling Jin.

Ling Jin was also unpretentious, whispered something to Shen Ruoruo, and jumped onto the stage freely, facing the wind and being independent.

Zhang Han was wearing a white square robe, with a long dark gray brute belt tied around his waist, and his long hair flowing, he was really a bloody man. Looking at the seriousness in his eyes, Ling Jin knew that this was a respectable opponent. His master Lu Tong had already said to him: The lion fights the rabbit, and he also uses all his strength. Don't pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, if possible, you will really become a pig.

Seeing that Ling Jin was ready, Zhang Han rushed towards Ling Jin first, and his strong spiritual power covered his fists, which could be seen that Zhang Han was practicing the exercises in the box.

"Brother Ling, be careful, this is the boxing technique I have been practicing, boxing name: Broken Mountain, please advise!"

Zhang Han drank heavily, his fists brought a gust of wind, and he opened and closed. Ling Jin didn't panic at all, the fists of the two crossed together, back and forth, and no one took advantage. However, Ling Jin did not use spiritual power, but purely relied on the power of his body to compete with it.

"Yes, you still have two hits, no wonder you are so confident in participating in the martial arts competition. You've got the next move!"

Seeing that Ling Jin blocked all his attacks, and was so relaxed, it seemed that he didn't take him in his eyes, Zhang Han was furious, if he only used five points of force just now, then now he can be said to have used all his strength, he has forgotten the mercy of his subordinates, and just wants to defeat Ling Jin, who despises him, and rub it on the ground. Teach him how to respect his opponents.

But Ling Jin was so good at following his wishes, he still didn't use his spiritual power, he still met it, and the two of them clashed with their fists, and when they collided together, it seemed that even the air was torn apart. Ling Jin felt that his hands were numb, so he stopped hiding them, and his spiritual power poured out and covered his fists. But Ling Jin has only learned swords from his master in the past ten years, and has not learned some fist kung fu. So he could only meet it directly, without bells and whistles, it was the simplest punch, but his momentum was completely different, which Zhang Han, as his opponent, could clearly feel.

Their fists collided again, colliding in the air several times, but this time it was not evenly matched, Zhang Han retreated, seeing that he was about to come to the edge of the ring, if he left the ring, no matter what, the side that remained in the ring won.

At this moment, Zhang Han dodged Ling Jin's fist sideways, raised his right foot, brought up a sharp wind, and swept towards the reverse of Ling Jin's waist.

The people outside the court were stunned, they thought that Ling Jin was a soft eater, and he would be hammered by their Han brother in a few rounds, but the result was different from what they imagined, from the beginning to the present, Zhang Han has been pressed and beaten, and he was about to lose the game, but he didn't expect to have such a reversal. As long as Zhang Han's kick hits, Ling Jin will be seriously injured even if he doesn't die, after all, he focuses on his fists and doesn't pay attention to the defense of his waist, and besides, this happened so quickly that he didn't have time to react at all!

But they just substituted themselves, but they didn't know that Ling Jin was not an ordinary person like them, and his ten-year sword training career had made his insight extremely good, and even Qin Lao and they were surprised by Ling Jin's insight ability.

So when Zhang Han exchanged his fist for a leg, he noticed it, only to see his right leg raised and collided with Zhang Han's leg with his knee. Zhang Han first felt a burst of incredulity, and then the pain of drilling his heart came, and he fell from the ring and fainted. The group of people who had surrounded Zhang Han before hurriedly helped him up, and arranged for a few people to carry him away, not knowing whether to go back to rest directly or take him to see the pharmacist.

Before Ling Jin came down from the stage, there were bursts of accusations from below:

"You're too heavy, you're just fighting, can you use such a heavy hand?"

"That is, that is, do you have and intentions?"

When Shen Ruoruo heard these remarks, she just wanted to open her mouth to scold them for not knowing how to lift, obviously it was Zhang Han who failed to carry out a sneak attack, but suddenly she found that the people below did not say anything about Ling Jin, because, not far away, there was a middle-aged man walking towards this side, he walked quickly, with anger on his face.

"Oh my God, Zhang Han's father is here, the kid above is finished, who told him to put down such a heavy hand. “

"Yes, Zhang Han's father Zhang Kun, but he is famous for protecting his shortcomings, and he is also one of the core members in charge of punishment, the surname Ling I think he has to shed a layer of skin even if he doesn't die. “

"Not only that, Zhang Kun is strong in force, and he can be said to be one of the best in the Shen Mansion, and this alone can't offend him."

Just a short moment after they discussed, Zhang Kun was about to walk to the edge of the ring.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it, he's here, let's wait to see the show" A person on the side grabbed the little friend who was going to continue the discussion, and then they all stopped talking. Keep your eyes glued to the ring.

Ling Jin seemed to see something, so he stood in place, waiting for Zhang Kun to come onto the stage.

I saw Zhang Kun wearing a big blue color striped twill warp brocade robe, a gold belt with ice blue fairy pattern tied around his waist, and there was some deterrence in his tiger eyes, which showed his anger, and his body was majestic and quite imposing.

His gaze swept to Ling Jin who was standing in front of him, his expression was hideous, as if he wanted to tear Ling Jin apart, his son Zhang Han had never been beaten like this since he was a child.

"Boy, are you ready to die?"