Everyone was in a daze, and the people who were still boasting about Huasheng just now were all silent, no one dared to say half a soft word for Huasheng, and Huasheng didn't even dare to gasp, so he walked down.

Knowing that a big battle was inevitable, Fang Zhen didn't tease, and came to Ye Feng's side in three steps and two steps, and said, "Senior brother go and rest for a while, let Brother Wei come and meet him for a while." ”

Ye Feng nodded, then held the sword in both hands, and said: "Huasheng is right, with my strength, I really don't deserve to have this sword, I will present this sword, and ask my senior brother to laugh." ”

Having said that, there was reluctance in his eyes.

How could Fang Zhen not understand his mind, and immediately shook his head.

Ye Feng hurriedly said: "Senior brother, this Zhong Feiyu is very weird, I'm afraid it's even more difficult to deal with than Zhao Ya, if you don't have a sword in your hand, I'm afraid it's ......."

At this point he didn't say anything more, but the meaning was already obvious.

This Yin Hong Dun Dragon Sword is naturally a rare treasure, but Fang Ji can't accept it.

First, the gentleman does not win people's love, and secondly, what Fang Zhen awakened is the dragon elephant spiritual root, and he takes the road of opening and closing, only Fang Tian's painting halberd, Fu wand and other powerful weapons can take advantage of it, he is really not suitable for making a sword.

Thinking of this, Fang Zhen shook his head again and said, "If Zhong Feiyu really has the strength of the Dao Realm as Senior Uncle Lei Li said, then this Yin Hong Dun Dragon Sword can't save his brother no matter how powerful it is, rather than watching it fall into the hands of thieves, it is better for you to take good care of it, junior brother." ”

"But......" Ye Feng still wanted to say something, but after seeing Fang Zhen's firm gaze, he still swallowed the second half of the sentence back.

The voice of the two of them talking was very small, and others naturally couldn't hear it, but some people were already impatient, and the black-faced fat man shouted loudly: "If you are afraid, just kneel down and kowtow and admit defeat, Senior Brother Zhong has a lot, maybe I will spare your little life, what are you doing in a rambling manner?"

"Dry!"

Before Fang Zhen could say anything, Zhong Feiyu couldn't listen anymore, and with a slight wave of his robe, the black-faced fat man fell to the ground, and then bent down and spit out a mouthful of blood, which was mixed with two molars.

Although this black-faced fat man likes to slap horses, he is also a real martial artist, but Zhong Feiyu can make him spit blood in his mouth when he raises his hand, and even Fang Zhen can't help but look sideways.

"You don't have to pay attention to him, it's not too late for us to fight when you're done. ”

Zhong Feiyu smiled, looking very polite, but for some reason, his smile always made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

"No, I can start at any time. ”

Fang Scar moved his muscles and bones for a moment, and then took two steps forward, ready to attack at any moment.

Zhong Feiyu nodded, and then took off his cloak, only to see that under the cloak was a white robe, and the tiger totem was printed on it.

This guy turned out to be the same as Zhao Ya, all of them were from the White Tiger Gate!

Zhao Ya has always been known as the strongest person of the younger generation of the Juding Sect, which naturally attracted the attention of most people, and I am afraid that it is precisely because of this that Zhong Feiyu is unknown, but this does not mean that the strength of the other party must be inferior to Zhao Ya, at least on Zhao Ya's body, Fang Zhen has never felt this heart-wrenching breath.

In the small hall of the Juding Sect, there were actually two psychic realm powerhouses, no wonder they were so arrogant!

Thinking of this, Fang Zhen had already become murderous, because the two major forces had already been on the same footing, if they couldn't wipe out the Juding Sect in one fell swoop, then what was waiting for the Qingshan Sect would definitely be a catastrophe.

Zhong Feiyu seemed to see through Fang Zhen's thoughts, and there was a little more provocative look between his eyebrows.

There was no superfluous nonsense, and as soon as the eyes were wrong, the two shot almost at the same time.

There were no colorful and gorgeous true yuan fluctuations, and there were no fancy fighting techniques, and the two began the most primitive way of fighting in human beings as soon as they came up - fist to fist.

Everyone knew in their hearts that they were not showing mercy, but were just testing each other.

Sure enough, after a few rounds, Fang Zhen's momentum changed suddenly, turning his palm into a claw and taking Zhong Feiyu's throat directly.

This move is not a stunt, but when Fang Scar came out, he drank it in one go, without half a point of mud and water, I am afraid that it will be difficult for any ordinary monk to parry at this time.

However, Zhong Feiyu was not an idle person after all, he easily dodged Fang Zhen's fatal blow as soon as he was short, and then his entire body crashed into Fang Zhen's arms.

The two of them parted as soon as they touched, and before Fang Zhen could catch his breath, Zhong Feiyu suddenly put on a strange posture, only to see him pounce forward, like a drunk, almost at the same time, Fang Zhen felt his qi and blood surging.

Because just now, he had already carried a heavy punch from Zhong Feiyu.

There is no true element mixed in this punch, it is completely fought by fist wind!

The fist style alone has such a lethal power, and there is only one exercise in the whole world that can do it - Bajiquan!

These three words instantly appeared in his mind, and Fang Zhen was also surprised, because this was exactly the boxing technique that Ye Feng was good at, and on the day the outer disciples tested it, Fang Zhen had seen Ye Feng make it.

The so-called eight poles refer to the eight poles of Kyushu between heaven and earth, which means that as long as this punch is hit, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you will definitely not be able to dodge.

Thinking in his heart, Fang Zhen glanced back at Ye Feng, only to see that he was also confused.

"How is my Baji Fist?" Zhong Feiyu asked with a smile.

Sure enough, it's Bajiquan!

Fang Zhen was horrified in his heart, because he knew that this boxing method was created by an old boxer in Qianyuan Mountain, and Qianyuan Mountain was one of the five immortal mountains in Zhongzhou, and the exercises that spread from there should naturally not be underestimated.

It is said that this set of boxing methods has a total of 8864 ways, and a set of boxing methods is like a surging river, and no one has ever been able to support it.

If it was before, Fang Zhen would definitely be caught off guard, but since he saw Ye Feng use this set of boxing techniques, he deliberately asked his master for advice, although Gu Yuan did not instruct him on how to crack it, but pointed out the essence of Bajiquan.

This set of punches is exerted on the heels, at the waist, and through the fingertips, so the explosive force is extremely large, the process is extremely complicated, and the preparation time required is also very long, so as long as he is overwhelmed, he can no longer use it.

Thinking about it, Fang Zhen rubbed his slightly numb chest and said, "But that's it!"

As soon as the words fell, he threw a punch violently, only to see a purple fist shadow hit Zhong Feiyu like a goose crossing a tree, this fist shadow was extremely fast, and after seeing it, he could no longer dodge, Zhong Feiyu could only connect the handprint and lay a true yuan barrier in front of him.

Although the incident happened suddenly, he was a psychic realm powerhouse after all, and he still easily took this fist shadow, but the True Yuan barrier was also shattered.