Although the boxing techniques of the two people were also at the first level, Feng Jiuyang's sudden use of it made the other party unexpected.

was caught off guard, and when he wanted to regroup, he found that he had completely fallen into disadvantage.

"How is that possible? This is the first time I've used this punch, why is this waste better than me?"

The other party absolutely didn't believe that Feng Jiuyang had practiced it before, after all, this exercise was not a secret book, but an elder who taught it orally.

Even if they are brothers in the same sect, there are not many people, and there is no name of Feng Jiuyang on the genealogy of this sect.

"Smack!" Feng Jiuyang suddenly grabbed the other party's arm, and the man was stunned for a moment, and immediately retracted it forcefully.

Feng Jiuyang used his strength to push hard, grabbed the opponent's fist and pushed it hard, and when he heard a "click", the opponent's arm was dislocated by the powerful force.

"Hmph!" The other party snorted heavily, and a cold sweat immediately broke out on his head, looking at Feng Jiuyang's eyes and rushing to the door angrily.

"It seems that this phantom hand is still not as good as the most basic Wuji Thirteen Hands!" Feng Jiuyang smiled: "The Great Dao is simple, this truth is really not wrong, this is still this simple move is powerful!"

In the face of Feng Jiuyang's ridicule, Zhou Yun's face was not very good-looking, which obviously meant that his phantom hand was not even comparable to the basic Wuji Thirteen Hands.

He had blown the Phantom Hand very hard just now, and he had defeated many people, and the others had used a higher level of kung fu than the Thirteen Hands of Wuji.

"I still don't believe it, how can my Zhou family's phantom hand not even close the most basic and rubbish Wuji Thirteen Hands!"

Zhou Yun took a deep breath and rushed over again, but this time he shot very cautiously.

"The movement is too slow!" Feng Jiuyang smiled coldly, and the Wuji Thirteen Hands were instantly unleashed, and the speed was three points faster than the Phantom Hand just now.

"Smack!" Not to mention the lively students around, even Zhou Yun himself didn't react, and was beaten out again by Feng Jiuyang.

"You ......" Zhou Yun felt that his nose was hot, and when he reached out to wipe it, he was already bleeding, and looked at Feng Jiuyang's murderous face: "I killed you today." ”

Pulling out a dagger from his waist and stabbing it, Feng Jiuyang's face changed, he didn't expect Zhou Yun to dare to really kill.

"Stop!" Suddenly, a figure fell from the sky and kicked Zhou Yun's wrist, and the dagger immediately changed into a flying knife.

"You...... President Wan!" Zhou Yun, who was about to be angry, saw the person coming, his face changed, and he was immediately too frightened to speak.

Feng Jiuyang didn't care too much, and looked at the classmates who came and smiled slightly: "Isn't this the Wan President of the Cultivator Association?

Chairman Wan's handsome face was stunned, although he laughed: "Naturally, I am worried about your sneak attack, since I stopped him, of course I can't let you sneak attack him." ”

"You really look down on me!" Feng Jiuyang smiled: "People have been cultivating for so long, if I can succeed in a sneak attack, does it mean that he is a guy who is not even as good as a waste!"

"You ......" Zhou Yun was even more angry when he heard this, and he was about to rush over, but was stopped by President Wan.

"Let's compare!" President Wan looked at Feng Jiuyang: "If you can exceed fifty moves under me, then I can guarantee that there will be no more cultivators in the school to trouble you before the martial arts examination, I guarantee in the name of the president of the Cultivator Association." ”

"Have you made fifty moves under your hands?" Feng Jiuyang laughed when he heard this, "Although I don't know your association very well, I'm afraid there are not many people who can make fifty moves under your hands, right?"

"Don't worry!" President Wan smiled slightly, "I won't do that." As he spoke, he punched him.

Feng Jiuyang was stunned, although he actually used the Wuji Thirteen Hands, it seemed that he was planning to use the most basic one.

The two of them used the most basic moves to fight the fiercest battle, and many people around them watched, including the Cultivators Association.

"They...... How did they cultivate, and how could this most basic fist technique be able to fight so fiercely?"

"President Wan's strength is a martial artist's cultivation, but what is the other guy, and why can he be on an equal footing with President Wan?"

"That guy...... It seems to be called Feng Jiuyang, but I've never heard of him being a cultivator!"

"I heard that this guy is just getting started, and the squad leader of their squad pointed out to him the Wuji Thirteen Hands. ”

"Just now? This doesn't look like he's just cultivated! This guy's Infinite Thirteen Hands are definitely getting started!"

The people around me really don't know what to say, but there are people who can use the most basic boxing techniques to fight their president to a draw!

"Peng!" Suddenly, the two of them slapped each other, and the sound they made startled everyone, and they saw Feng Jiuyang take seven or eight steps back.

"Ahem!" Feng Jiuyang was a little panting, wiping the sweat on his head and looking at President Wan: "It's really worthy of President Wan, he defeated me in only thirty-seven moves." In that case, then I'll be ready for the next battle. ”

After all, the other party promised more than fifty moves, and now it is only more than half, so naturally there is no escape from the challenge in the future.

"Huh......" President Wan slowly exhaled, "Everyone, listen, from today onwards, no cultivator is allowed to fight with this classmate again. Otherwise, if you don't have a chance to challenge me, I'll take over the fight. ”

As soon as Wan Butong's words were finished, there was an uproar, not only Feng Jiuyang was surprised, but even the others looked confused: How could President Wan make such a decision?

After Wan Butong finished speaking, he saluted Feng Jiuyang and turned to leave, his movements were still full of ease, and he walked back towards the dormitory without hurrying.

"Poof!" Wan Butong, who walked back to the dormitory, suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, reached out to wipe his hands, and lay down on the bed to rest.

"I didn't expect this guy's internal force to be so deep, I am obviously already a martial artist, but I was shocked by the other party's internal force!"

"I hope others can remember my warning, otherwise I'm afraid I'll be in trouble at that time, and I can't pass the martial arts exam if I'm injured!"

Wan Butong looked at the ceiling, his mind flashed with Feng Jiuyang's move just now, and he really didn't find anything surprised.

"That's not right...... His boxing suddenly became much stronger during the fight, and it was at that time that I was seriously injured. ”

Suddenly remembered that in the twelfth move, the opponent's internal force suddenly increased, and the few hits to his chest injured him.

"How did he cultivate, although I had heard that some people could improve their internal strength in battle, but they had never become stronger so suddenly. ”

......

"Hehe, it looks like there is no way to improve from fighting in the future, so I can only practice and improve myself over and over again!"

Feng Jiuyang looked at his system with a helpless face, he really didn't expect such a thing to happen, and he was just around the corner when he was admitted to the Beiwu Academy.

Life: Feng Jiuyang.

Realm: Minions.

Attributes: Gold (Passive) (Inactive), Wood (Passive) (Inactive), Water (Passive) (Inactive), Fire (Passive) (Inactive), Earth (Passive) (Inactive).

Weapons: Long Weapon (Passive) (inactive), Short Weapon (Passive) (Beginner).

White Hit: Passive, Intermediate.