Either way!

When these three words came out of Fang Zhu Hou's mouth, the surrounding martial arts hall students heard them very clearly. Suddenly, anger surged out of their hearts, including those who were about to watch a good show.

It's so hate-grabbing! It's just a naked contempt, not only contempt for the martial arts hall owner, but also contempt for them, the martial arts students who come to the martial arts hall to exercise! Because the martial arts hall is weak, doesn't it mean that they are also weak and have a bad vision, so they will choose this martial arts hall!

Not to mention those core disciples, when Fang Zhu Hou's words just came out, their fists were already squeaked, and there was a grinding sound in their mouths. I've seen madness, but they've never seen anyone so arrogant.

It's all right! Do you really think that you can do all the eighteen kinds of martial arts, and you are not afraid of anything and are proficient in everything?

Suppressed his anger. All the core disciples looked at the pavilion master Yang Weiwu one after another, and urgently needed the pavilion master to defeat this extremely arrogant challenge. Although she is a little more beautiful, the degree of hatred for her completely overshadows beauty.

Beauty, huh? If you are beautiful, you should be given plastic surgery, so that you can see why the flowers are so red!

Good figure, right? If you are in good shape, you should be flattened in front and back to shape you!

Some players are not without malice that they still have confidence in the owner. After all, among those who came to the martial arts hall to challenge in the past, none of them left after getting the desired result, and all of them walked in with a majestic attitude, but they were carried out and thrown on the street like wild dogs at will.

The ease in the hearts of the disciples of the students themselves, Yang Weiwu did not have it in his heart, and his heart sank again. There are only two possibilities for this sentence, one is a bluff, and the other is that she really has the strength to defeat him in any way!

The stronger the person, the stronger the person, there will always be some sense of the strong, such as him, he feels the strength of Zhu Hou. As for the other students and disciples, they will not have a feeling of memories, and they will completely speculate on the strength of Zhu Hou based on the two students who were sent in, which will be very outrageous.

"Let's fight against each other." Yang Weiwu said it without the slightest hesitation.

Boxing is what he is most proficient in, and when he comes into the game, he also relies on boxing to create his own personal skills. Through personal skills, it evolved and became the current Mighty Martial Arts Hall.

Although he has other self-created martial arts, boxing is the foundation, the root system of a big tree, and the foundation of a house. Since ancient times, martial arts practitioners have learned boxing first, and then all kinds of weapons, because human beings do not have any weapons in the first place, and fists are weapons.

Fang Zhu Hou is so confident, and Yang Weiwu is also unceremonious. He just returned the opportunity to Zhu Hou, it was because he was a landlord, and now, Zhu Hou didn't want the opportunity himself, he took it back as a matter of course.

In the competition, the baht must be compared, and any favorable factor must be grasped.

"Please." Yang Weiwu made a gesture of please, stepped back a little, and began to prepare.

Zhu Hou didn't care, and walked straight to the martial arts stage, and the plaque of the Weiwu Martial Arts Hall was still in her hand.

It seems that the plaque will only be put down when she is in a martial arts competition. As for how to get it back, what the students hope is to get it back after the hall owner has defeated him.

When Yang Weiwu retreated to the side, he didn't pay attention to Zhu Hou anymore, he was adjusting himself, adjusting his breathing, so that his body was in the most comfortable and natural state. At the same time, he is also taking advantage of this free time to dilute the influence of Zhu Hou on his heart, although it will not be completely erased, but a little dilution can still be done.

Otherwise, the shadow brought to him by Fang Zhu Hou is too great. That feeling of incomparability, if you do it all over again, Yang Weiwu knows that he doesn't have to compare.

In those so-called armed dramas, the protagonist who was not strong was defeated by the evil and powerful villain again and again, and it is impossible for him to get back up again after each time in reality. If you practice martial arts, every time you fail, you will leave traces in your heart, and if you have lost too many times under the same person, then it will be difficult for you to escape the influence of that person.

The soul is the most ethereal thing, and every martial arts practitioner, the cultivation of the soul is as important as the entry of martial arts. Without a strong mind, no matter how strong the martial arts are, it is just like a child, with a gun in his hand, and he doesn't know when he will shoot himself in the head.

Just in the competition of mood, he lost. Now he can only try his best to adjust back, in this piece of his own field, Yang Weiwu finally has a good location to rely on.

Step by step, he slowly stepped on the martial arts stage, and when Zhu Hou left, he was not fast and slow, just like a normal person shopping. It seems to be full of flaws, and it seems that it is possible to succeed in attacking her from any place, but in the process of walking, those flaws come and go, and I don't know if they are real flaws, or if they are actually used to lure the other party.

The last step, stepping down, on the stone ground where Zhu Hou's feet fell, a circle of dust fluttered and scattered. She still didn't put down the plaque, and she was no longer holding it, but changed her posture and carried it on her shoulder.

In this way, Fang Zhu Hou only has one hand to use. At the same time, in addition to the plaque, the heavy sword she carries on her back will affect her actions.

The plaque also weighs twenty or thirty catties, plus the weight of a hundred catties of the heavy sword, her weight is already very heavy.

In the competition, the slightest difference will be the difference between life and death. Not to mention that she has such a heavy weight on her body now, it is not a fraction of a second, this difference is too great.

At the very least, the other students can see and clearly know how difficult it is to carry a plaque and fight with people. This plaque is not used as a weapon, it is carried on the body, and if you use your fist, one hand to two hands, the difference between this can be distinguished by a fool.

No one spoke, no one objected, and for the arrogant posture shown by Zhu Hou on the one side, many people hoped that Yang Weiwu could teach her a good lesson, so that she could know what it means to be high and thick. If she really has the strength, then she has to wait until she wins, and losing can only become a joke.

There are some players who can't believe it when they see that Zhu Hou is so big. They really have no way to believe in that impossible possibility, one side Zhu Hou really has that kind of strength, and they can win in such a situation.

"Are you sure you want to compete with me like this?" Yang Weiwu asked, his face slightly gloomy, but he quickly adjusted.

No matter how good you are, when you see such a posture of challenge, you can't calm down anymore. This kind of contempt is something that many martial arts practitioners cannot deliberately ignore, and it is tantamount to a provocation.

"Yes." Fang Zhu Hou replied, looking at Yang Weiwu.

She raised her hand and stroked it with her right hand to the side, as if soothing a cloud. This is Yun Shou's starting style, and it is also a martial art that she has just learned recently.

"Fang Zhu Hou, please advise." Fang Zhu Hou said solemnly, his expression was extremely serious and pious.

Yang Weiwu was stunned for a moment, and he knew that the woman who came to challenge was called Fang Zhu Hou. His stunned was not because of the name of Fang Zhu Hou, the name in the game really looked like a code name.

He was stunned by the solemnity and piety of Zhu Hou now, which would only be shown by a person who is very obsessed with martial arts. This is not only respect for the opponent, but also respect for the martial arts and the path pursued. This is so different from the arrogance and contempt she showed before that people almost can't react.

"Yang Weiwu, please advise." Yang Weiwu solemnly hugged his fists.

As soon as the words fell, before the students below could react, Yang Weiwu had already taken a few quick steps forward and came to the front of Zhu Hou. His fist was wrapped in the strong wind and fell towards Zhu Hou.

Without any warning, without saying a start, he just did it.

To outsiders, this looks like a sneak attack, but whether it is Yang Weiwu or Zhu Hou, they all take it for granted.

The two of them, please give advice when they say, and after both of them have spoken, the last word is enough, and the competition naturally begins. This is not called a sneak attack, a sneak attack is a direct attack that does not give people a buffer time at all, and is ruthless.

Two sentences are enough time for people like others to prepare everything.

Yang Weiwu was very fast, and when the last teaching word fell, he had already moved.

One side Zhu Hou didn't move, it didn't mean that she was unhappy, she just didn't want to do it earlier, in that case, she had no way to see Yang Weiwu's boxing skills. Because she is so strong now, so strong that she is afraid that as soon as she makes a move, the battle will be over, so naturally Yang Weiwu has no chance to punch.

Now, looking at Yang Weiwu's fist, there was a look of clarity in her eyes, a very simple straight punch. But there are changes, whether she is blocking or greeting, and the corresponding changes will hit her to the core.

However, it is too weak!

The only thing that can make Zhu Hou look at it is the momentum of this punch, which is indomitable, just like the officials who look at the prisoners in the public court, and the sticks in their hands hit the ground and shout the word mighty. It represents a kind of grandeur, a judgment, and the suppression of ordinary beings from the blue sky and the white sun.

No matter how good the artistic conception is, in the eyes of Zhu Hou, that's all. She also stretched out her hand, and the white palm of her hand was clenched into a fist and struck straight at it.

No amount of change is equal to no change in her eyes.

She just needs to be faster, and that's it!

(End of chapter)