Standing in the ring, looking at Qian Song, who was strong and strong opposite, Fang Hao's heart fluctuated.

In his memory, there is this battle with Qian Song.

But that is not a memory of the past, but something that happened in the future, something that has not yet happened in this plane.

It's a very eerie feeling.

In my memory, this upcoming battle was fought hard.

The three major families of Jingecheng, Zhao, Qian, and Sun, Qian Song are the children of the Qian family, and they are the descendants of the descendants.

Fang Hao can have a relationship with the three major families, that is, his mother is a member of the Zhao family.

But his mother was only a side branch of the Zhao family, and she died when he was three years old.

Qian Song's cultivation is the Qian family's authentic martial arts, Vajra Fuhu Fist, which belongs to the Xuan-level exercises.

And what Fang Hao cultivated was only the Yellow Level Technique Broken Jade Palm.

The exercises in this world are divided into four levels: Heaven and Earth, Xuanhuang.

Although the broken jade palm belongs to the top grade in the yellow-level exercises, it is still a little worse than the Xuan-level lower-grade Vajra Fuhu palm.

Although both of them are martial artists of the Acquired Quadruple Realm, their strength is not the same because of the exercises.

In his memory, the imminent war was finally won, and Qian Song was finally won.

But it was very hard to win, although Qian Song finally admitted defeat, he himself was beaten by Qian Song and bruised all over his body, and directly gave up the next promotion game.

The reason why he fought like that was that Qian Song succeeded in angering him at that time.

"Fang Hao, you can't beat me, hurry up and admit defeat, don't waste my time. ”

On the other side, Qian Song said contemptuously to Fang Hao:

"Your father is a useless coward, he can't even protect his wife, how can he teach a promising son to come out. Surrender to me quickly, and you can take one less beating. ”

When competing, it is often the case that insulting the opponent and making the opponent lose his mind, so that it is easy to expose flaws and can help him to win.

Qian Song obviously thinks the same way.

Fang Hao was not provoked.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart.

What Tie Song said at the moment was exactly the same as what Qian Song said in his memory, not a word was bad, not a single expression was bad.

The memory of the next 60,000 years is not a dream of his, but a real thing.

Although he didn't know what was happening, he was already sure that he had gone back 60,000 years.

With 60,000 years of experience, if Qian Song easily provoked him back then, it would be useless to use it on him who was reborn.

He adjusted his breathing and calculated his strategy to defeat Qian Song.

In his memory, he was inferior to Qian Song in terms of physical fitness and cultivation, and in the end, he was able to defeat Qian Song, completely relying on his hard work, which scared Qian Song, and he didn't want to fight with him, so he took the initiative to admit defeat.

Although he won that game, he was much more injured than Qian Song, and he actually lost.

This time, of course, he won't do that.

Although he only practiced the yellow-level high-grade exercises, not as good as Qian Song's Xuan-level lower-grade exercises, he had 60,000 years of experience in his memory, and he had seen countless high-level exercises, and Qian Song's Xuan-level exercises had not been taken into his eyes.

What if the physical fitness is not as good?

In terms of skill alone, no one in this Jingo City could be stronger than him—not even that Grandmaster-level City Lord.

As he took a deep breath, he was slowly adjusting his physical state.

Qian Song continued to provoke Fang Hao: "Fang Hao, let me tell you, I recognize you, but my fist can't recognize you, if you don't admit defeat, I can't hold my hand when I fight carefully, and I accidentally beat you to death, won't your Fang family be cut off?"

Fang Hao ignored him, simply closed his eyes, and adjusted his physical state.

Although he knows advanced skills, his physical fitness is much worse than Qian Song's, and if he doesn't adjust his state, no matter how good his skills are, he can't play them.

Anyway, the incense was not burned, and it was not yet time for the official competition, so he had time to adjust his state.

Qian Song saw that he ignored him, and inexplicably felt a trace of anger, and said with a smile: "Fang Hao, you refuse to admit defeat, do you think that it is boring to live alone in the world, and you want to rush to reunite with your short-lived father and mother through my hand?"

Hearing this, Fang Hao opened his eyes and glanced at Qian Song coldly.

Qian Song's heart struck, and he forced a smile: "What are you glaring at me? Isn't what I said the truth? Your father and mother, which one is not short-lived? You don't want to be a short-lived ghost, do you?"

Fang Hao spoke:

"Qian Song, I won't talk nonsense, within three moves, if I don't defeat you, I will abolish my martial arts!"

The referee standing on the side couldn't help but shake his head when he heard Fang Hao say this, obviously not believing that Zhao Hao had that ability.

"Hahaha!" Qian Song burst out laughing, "Fang Hao, just rely on your three-legged cat kung fu, if you want to defeat me, go dream!"

Fang Hao closed his eyes again and stopped talking.

He adjusted his body, and the bones of his whole body made a subtle sound, at first only a scattered sound, and then a single one.

The referee in the ring is a martial artist from the Acquired Sevenfold Realm, and his hearing is very good.

Qian Song couldn't hear the voice, but the referee could hear it clearly.

At first, he didn't pay attention to the voice, but the sound became denser and denser, and he couldn't help but turn his gaze.

At a glance, he found that Fang Hao's spirit was very different from before, and even his appearance had changed slightly, and he had a sense of oppression.

I was secretly amazed in my heart.

- This kid's strength is much stronger than the test!

Although Fang Hao was not a member of the three major families in Jin Gecheng, his mother was from the Zhao family, and he thought that maybe the Zhao family gave him some secret method to conceal his cultivation, and it only showed up in the ring.

Back then, Fang Hao's father, Fang Zhong, cultivated to the acquired eightfold realm with the yellow-level technique of Broken Jade Palm, and was also a famous martial artist in Jin Ge City.

No wonder Fang Hao dared to say the words to defeat Qian Song within three moves.

He glanced at Qian Song again, and had some schadenfreude thinking - this kid was probably going to be unlucky.

looked at the incense burning on the table, which had burned to the end, so he said in a deep voice:

"This is just a ring game, not a life-and-death fight, you have to remember, until the point, after the other party admits defeat, you must not chase again, violators, disqualification!"

"Let's go!"

Before the last two words could be heard, Qian Song roared, and his fists rushed towards Fang Hao with a strong wind.

He didn't provoke Fang Hao, but he was angered by Fang Hao's three moves to defeat him, and as soon as he made a move, he used a killing move.

King Kong Fu Tiger Fist of the Hungry Tiger Pounces on Food!

Although he was only sixteen years old, he could easily break a tree with a thick arm under his punch, and if it hit Fang Hao, Fang Hao would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

The hungry tiger pounced, and the pounce was just a momentum, and then there was a very powerful backhand.

This was a Xuan-level martial art, and he didn't believe that a young man who had only cultivated a yellow-level martial art would be able to dodge it.

Fang Hao said that he would defeat him within three moves, and he would strive to defeat Fang Hao within one move.

As soon as he pounced on it, the more powerful back hand had not yet been displayed, and with a flower in front of him, he suddenly lost Fang Hao's figure.

Before he had time to think about it, a strong wind rose in his ears, and a heavy punch hit his temple, as if he had been hit by a hammer, and with a buzzing sound, his eyes were dark, and he fainted to the ground, and he didn't know what to do.

Fang Hao stood beside him and smiled contemptuously: "But that's it!"

You don't need three moves, one move is enough.

Under the ring, the onlookers were silent for a while, and then they let out a burst of exclamations.

Cui Jing covered his mouth and looked at Fang Hao standing on the stage in disbelief—why was the kid suddenly so powerful? Is this still the Fang Hao he knew?