On both sides of the street stood Wan Lin and a few disciples of Zhang Liang, and on the opposite street stood Fu Huquan and the disciples of the old man in white, and the two sides immediately formed two distinct camps.

The locals in the surrounding shops don't know kung fu, but everyone can see from this silent field that the situation in the field is far more dangerous than the fierce fight just now.

The people who practiced martial arts who stopped to watch by also showed a horrified look when they saw the scene of the fierce fight on the field at this time! I didn't expect to arrive at the scene of the martial arts conference yet, and I saw two extremely rare internal strength masters fighting here, and the palms struck by both sides on the field had a fierce gang qi, and the bodies of the people around them unconsciously took a few steps back in this gang qi.

At this time, the expressions of the disciples on both sides also became nervous, and their eyes were firmly fixed on the field. The old man, Wan Lin, and Xiao Ya all stood on the side of the street expressionlessly, their eyes sweeping over the crowd opposite from time to time.

The movements of the two on the field became faster and faster, Zhang Liang hesitated around the other party's body and turned quickly like a top, his face was getting paler and paler, his breathing became very short, his feet were not as flexible as just now, and a layer of tiny beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead.

And the old man in white on the other side still had a disdainful look in his eyes, and his body moved unhurriedly with Zhang Liang's fast-moving body, and his hands struck out from time to time with a sharp palm wind.

The disciples of the Natural Sect behind Wan Lin had already seen that the master was in a state of true discouragement, and they all looked anxiously at the middle of the field, and their feet unconsciously stepped forward.

The old man frowned, and said to Wan Lin in a low voice: "The other party's internal strength is very deep, Zhang Liang is not an opponent!" He is now relying on the kung fu of the natural door to develop his strengths and avoid weaknesses, and try not to contact the other party, but after a long time, his internal strength will not continue, and he will definitely be injured under the hands of the other party. You go and replace him, don't hurt the other party" followed, raising his hand to stop a few natural sect disciples with anxious expressions on their faces.

Wan Lin nodded, he had already seen that Zhang Liang was barely supporting, and he would definitely be injured in the other party's palm after a long time. His body flashed, and he suddenly strode towards the field, and suddenly said in his mouth: "Good kung fu, the younger generation will also come to see the senior's internal kung fu alone!" ”

When he came up, he regarded himself as a junior and honored the other party's seniors, and at the same time said that he was not a sneak attack and was ready to bully the widow with many, and was ready to see the old man's kung fu alone.

The strong man of the black tiger fist on the side of the opponent heard Wan Lin's voice, turned his face and looked up, and saw a young man walking out of the opposite camp, two violent big eyes glared, raised his feet and rushed to the field from the sidelines, his tall body was like a black iron tower, pressing towards Wan Lin who had just appeared on the field.

Wan Lin raised his eyes coldly and glanced at the other party, without stopping at his feet, he still walked quickly to Zhang Liang and the two of them who were fighting fiercely in the middle of the field, as if he didn't notice the strong man rushing at all.

The strong man rushed to Wan Lin's side, his black face stared at two big eyes like cowbells, and when he opened his mouth, he shouted at Wan Lin: "Little rabbit cub, go back!" The big fist of the bowl hit Wan Lin's chest with a "whoosh"!

Wan Lin frowned when he heard the other party's disrespectful words, just glanced at the other party coldly, and still walked forward under his feet, and at the moment when the fist hit his chest, his body shook suddenly, and in an instant, he flashed the big man in front of him, and appeared ghostly on the side of Zhang Liang and the old man, and his left palm slammed into the middle of the two with a strong wind.

The old man and Zhang Liang, who were fighting fiercely, were both startled by this sudden palm wind, and at the same time retreated to protect their chests, and turned their faces in shock to look at Wan Lin who suddenly appeared on the side.

Just now, the old man had already seen a person flash out of the other camp from the corner of his eye, and he immediately saw that it was an extremely young man, and he didn't think so.

He had carefully looked at the group of opponents standing opposite before entering just now, and found that except for Zhang Liang, a middle-aged man, his eyes were shining, and the eyes of the beautiful girl also contained a touch of essence, and the eyes of the rest of the people were no different from ordinary people.

He is not like the reckless head of Fuhumen Liu, he knows that he must win once he makes a move, and he is a master of the inner family who is already famous, otherwise his reputation will be ruined, so he calmly appeared in the field after observing the situation of several people on the other side, and stood up for this Fuhumen who has world friends.

But he peeked into the world with his own eyes, thinking that he, a master of internal strength, could see the other party's skills at a glance, but he didn't see that the two masters of internal strength in the world who had reached the realm of perfection were in this group of inconspicuous people.

At this time, he saw that the head of the Fuhu Fist on his side had already strode over. Therefore, while increasing his strength to attack Zhang Liang, he focused on the young man who was striding on the side with the corner of his eyes, and he didn't care about Zhang Liang in front of him.

From the beginning of the fight, he has already tried to find out that Zhang Liang is a master of the house, but his skills are far inferior to himself, although the change of moves and the speed of his feet are extremely fast, but in this kind of hand-to-hand combat, after a long time, the internal strength is not continued, and the opponent will definitely lose. And now Zhang Liang is short of breath and his true qi is not continuous, and the injury under his palm is only a blink of an eye.

But just when he increased his internal force and struck out a palm to vigorously injure Zhang Liang, a sharp palm wind suddenly hit on the side, and the strong internal force in the palm wind immediately surprised him in his heart, and he quickly took a step back under his feet, and looked at the person in shock with his palms in front of his chest.

He really didn't expect that the tall and powerful Fuhu Fist Liu Zhangmen couldn't even intercept a young man, and the other party's movements were extremely fast, and he bypassed Liu Zhangmen in an instant and flashed to the battle group on his side, and raised his hand to wave such a fierce palm! Fortunately, the opponent did not sneak attack himself, but used his palm power to separate himself from the opponent.

He looked at this young man in astonishment, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't tell that this was a master with profound internal skills, and it was impossible for him to practice profound internal skills at such a young age, but just now he struck a palm with a fierce internal force.

Just when the old man in white was puzzled, the head of Liu on the side had already scolded and rushed over: "Little rabbit cub, looking for death!" The tall body rushed straight towards Wan Lin.

Master Liu really didn't expect that this young man who suddenly appeared moved so quickly, and in a blink of an eye, he flashed his attack, and appeared in front of the battle group next to him and slapped a palm, which really made his face very embarrassed, and he immediately scolded and rushed over.