When Zhu Hou saw Yang Weiwu also swinging his fist, she was a little surprised, she didn't expect Yang Weiwu to make such a choice. This kind of choice is courageous, but it is a kind of stupidity, because she is not using a simple way of exerting force.

She can mobilize all parts of her body to gather her strength in one place, and use her fists to knock these forces out together, still in an inch way.

The so-called inch strength is a way to stack up the power, through your hands, through the enemy's body, to minimize the loss of power when transmitting, and directly bombard the enemy's body. This is a skill that Zhu Houxin has learned, and the increased damage is two hundred percent, which means that her punch is out, and the superimposed damage is twice the original damage.

Of course, there is also consumption of inch energy, which is physical strength, and what is consumed is physical strength. As long as you have enough stamina, then you can use Inch Strength again at any time, and if you have enough Stamina, then you can always maintain the damage bonus mode of Inch Strength.

Yang Weiwu chose to fist to fist with her? That's really the wrong choice, and it's outrageously wrong.

"Smack."

This time, a more crisp sound sounded, it was Yang Weiwu's fist, and when it collided with Zhu Hou's fist, the bones of his arm snapped into the sound. The voice was very loud, and it clearly reached the hands of those students who were full of anticipation and were ready to watch the hall master teach Zhu Hou a hard lesson.

"Poof."

Yang Weiwu raised his head and spit out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew backwards, and finally fell to the ground. In his mouth, blood was still gushing out, and the whole person's face was extremely pale.

He only felt that he had just been hit in the chest by a sledgehammer, and when it came down, it touched his bones, but instead of shattering his bones, it hit his internal organs directly. He spit blood in his mouth like this, the whole person couldn't speak, the blood in his chest churned, and when he spoke, he felt a lot of pain from many parts, tearing his heart and lungs.

The system's prompt above has already indicated that he has entered a state of serious injury with fractures, internal injuries, internal organ bleeding, etc.

Seeing that Yang Weiwu can't get up anymore, even if some students are looking forward to their hall owner being able to get up, but Yang Weiwu is not the cockroach protagonist in their fantasy at all, he won't die if he is beaten no matter how he is beaten, and he can also absorb experience from the hands of strong enemies.

He lay down very simply, and although he was still alive, he could not move a finger.

Defeated, Yang Weiwu knew that he was defeated, but he didn't feel the slightest sense of frustration. Although the reputation of the martial arts hall in Luoyang City will decline, it is nothing, he has just gained the spirit, and he has reached a state that is extremely compatible with his fist strength, which is the higher realm he wants to touch.

Although he was defeated and lost something, he felt that he had gained something more precious. This is something that Zhu Hou can't get, and can't do.

If you can, I don't know how much time it will take, and what kind of opportunity you need.

"Master!" Several core disciples ran onto the stage, and when they saw Yang Weiwu who fell to the ground, someone hurriedly stepped forward to check Yang Weiwu's body.

After discovering that Yang Weiwu was not dead, but only seriously injured, the core disciple breathed a sigh of relief. It's good not to die, although his master is an Inhuman, and Inhuman can be resurrected after death, but it will be accompanied by a decline in strength. Master Yang Weiwu told them about this. At that time, their martial arts hall will have no masters in charge, and the suppression from other martial arts halls will also make the prestige of the mighty martial arts hall plummet.

Their fate is to share weal and woe with the martial arts hall and Yang Weiwu, without Yang Weiwu, without the martial arts hall, they may just be one of those ordinary people in Luoyang City. And now, Yang Weiwu was injured, I don't know when he will recover, and there is the upcoming martial arts competition of the Martial Arts Alliance, and there is a problem at this critical juncture, which is really unacceptable.

"You, even injured our master!" A core disciple stretched out his index finger and pointed at Zhu Hou, his lips trembling as he spoke.

The other core disciples standing next to him also glared at each other, their eyes turning red and filled with blood. Several core disciples, whose hands had already pressed the saber on the back of the waist, were ready to pull out the knife and fight to the death with Zhu Hou.

The reason why it was still under control was because the player who checked Yang Weiwu's condition told them that Yang Weiwu was only injured and not dead. is also because, after the competition, using this method to hurt people and kill people is also a harm to the reputation of the martial arts hall.

There was not much joy on Zhu Hou's face, and defeating Yang Weiwu was already something she felt she could definitely do. I knew that I could succeed, and when I did, what was there to rejoice about?

Yang Weiwu is not bad, Zhu Hou just thinks that his spirit is commendable, compared to the people around Yun Ting, it is too far behind. Only when there are those people who are tired and Yun Xian fight, will Zhu Hou feel that she will gain and can move forward.

Although she also gained something this time, Yang Weiwu's final punch with people, ground, and spirit is a kind of will that makes a person like her a martial arts student worthy of admiration. Although Yang Weiwu was defeated, in fact, he was unjustly defeated, and he was just unlucky to be selected by himself.

"Isn't that what jousting is all about?" Fang Zhu Hou said, turned around, and prepared to leave.

"Then I'll take your plaque." She said.

"Stop! You can't go! Some core disciples shouted, asking Fang Zhu Hou to take away their martial arts hall plaque, this kind of thing is unacceptable to him.

Especially the attitude of Zhu Hou on the one side, the attitude of no one in his eyes, did not put them in the slightest, the martial arts hall, and their master again, this is the most hateful. Although they did lose, they only lost! He can accept that his skills are not as good as others, but he can't accept this kind of attitude.

One side Zhu Hou heard this disciple's words, but did not stop, but slowly walked towards the stage of the martial arts. She's very busy today, and she still has a few things to do, so she can't afford to waste too much time here.

Seeing Fang Zhu Hou leave without saying a word, the disciple who spoke couldn't bear it anymore, and his heart was occupied by intense anger. The back of Zhu Hou on the one hand, in his eyes, is so disgusting, in fact, he must not destroy it.

Pulling out the knife, he roared angrily and ran towards Zhu Hou, "Go die!" ”

His action was like the fuse of a powder keg, igniting the powder keg. "Huh", those core disciples all pulled out their knives and killed Zhu Hou on the side.

Even if there are a few of them who are more sensible, if they have to draw their knives and do not draw their knives, they will definitely be isolated by others afterwards. Coupled with the attitude of Zhu Hou on the other side, it was really angry, and they couldn't accept it, so they simply did it together.

Yang Weiwu, who was lying on the ground, knew everything, his ears heard all this, and he wanted to stop it, but he really couldn't move. Wanting to shout out his voice to stop his disciples, the faint voice was also muffled by the shouts of killing.

He can only resign himself to his fate now, and even he, the hall master, was easily defeated by Fang Zhu Hou, not to mention his disciples. I only hope that Zhu Hou can keep his hand and don't kill his disciples, otherwise none of these disciples will survive.

"It's boring." On one side, Zhu Hou's right hand held the hilt of the Chongwu sword, and his words were full of disgust.

She felt that this was a waste of time, but it seemed that letting them let her go was not something that could be done without wasting time?

Drawing his sword decisively, the heavy sword was unsheathed, and the heavy feeling in his hand made Zhu Hou have some happiness in his heart.

She turned around, and the long knife slashed down in front of her. The Chongwu Sword just gently flicked up, and the long knife of the martial arts disciple who tried to sneak attack Zhu Hou had already turned into two folds, and the whole person was pushed back a few steps irresistibly because of the power felt by the arm holding the knife.

He put his hand in front of his eyes, stared blankly at the half-cut long knife in his hand, and finally realized what had happened. Beside him, several other core disciples were still killing Zhu Hou on the other side.

Without exception, the long knives of these disciples, under the heavy sword of Zhu Hou on the side, all turned into broken knives. Some of the long knives were not broken, but they also became extremely twisted, like twisted flowers, and even the disciple's arm was directly dislocated under this blow.

One hit. No disciple can take a second attack in the hands of Zhu Hou on one side, no matter who it is. They held the broken knife, looked at Zhu Hou on the side, their anger cooled, and after being slapped hard by reality, they finally felt a strong fear.

Fang Zhu Hou didn't continue to move, she started to do it, and it was easy to slaughter the entire martial arts hall. The heavy sword in his hand is enough to confront any divine weapon without falling behind, because of the weight, it may be suppressed by other divine weapons.

It's so boring to do this, like a person who would show off his stomping on a group of ants, smug?

No.

Fang Zhu Hou would not do this either, and after no one made a move, she put the Chongwu sword into the sheath, turned around and continued to walk under the martial arts stage.

"Don't worry, you won't be alone, and there will be others to accompany you." She said.

Leaving a large number of stunned students at a loss. The students carefully savored the words she left, and suddenly had a crazy idea in their minds, could it be that there are other martial arts halls that will also suffer today?!

(End of chapter)