The moment he felt something, he turned his head and bit it down.

It was a fist, armless, fleshy, moving, like a living being.

After Leng Mian bit it, his fist was still moving in his mouth, so frightened that Leng Mian spit out his fist, jumped to the side, lay on the ground and began to retch, it turned out to be a fist without a body, which was also too disgusting.

Having said that, why a fist can fly around in the air and attack people, Leng Mian can't figure it out, this must be some trick made by Zhang Ming.

When the retching was over, Leng Mian looked at the ground, and the fist that had just been spit out of his mouth was gone.

Offstage, Tomoko looked at the floating fist and also felt incredible, how did that fist come about.

Zhang Ming looked at Leng Mian and showed a weird smile, and he said gloomily: "Boy, I'm on." ”

After saying that, he rushed towards Leng Mian, and Leng Mian saw him rushing towards him, his eyes constantly looking around his body, guarding against any corner.

Zhang Ming got close, he punched Leng Mian, Leng Mian made a block, blocked his hand, and before it was over, just as Leng Mian was looking at the top, a fist hit him in the stomach.

Leng Mian was knocked out again and fell to the ground, his face was painful, and his heart was depressed, what the hell is going on!

He got up again, panting, he and Zhang Ming looked at each other again, Zhang Ming's smile, I don't know how high it is.

He moved his wrist and said, "Boy, I'm quite confused, right, I advise you to get off the stage as soon as possible, don't wait for it to become miserable, in front of the public, it will be a big shame." ”

Leng Mian ignored him, the most important thing now is to return to his normal mind, no matter what kind of battle, he can't panic, that is just not good for himself.

Now that we have seen how he attacks, let's summarize that guy's attack routine, which is mainly pure martial arts, and then relies on a fist that I don't know where to fight, surprise and cooperate with the attack.

After making an analysis, Leng Mian further analyzed: "The generation of fists, there is no warning, in this way, it is almost difficult to observe with eyes, melee combat, it is not good for me, now, I don't know the range of the fist, but he is not attacking me now, judging from the fact that I am not far away from him, it is not enough for him to attack me, then, let me see——"

Leng Mian's eyes looked at the ring, paying attention to the distance between his feet and Zhang Ming's feet, this ring has a grid, just enough to make a ruler, he counted it, and counted twenty-one.

"Twenty-one pieces, the length of each grid is one foot, and if there are twenty-one pieces, it is converted to two feet and one foot. ”

After calculating the length, he stood up, his eyes were inexplicably more confident and happy, and he walked slowly towards Zhang Ming while provoking him: "Zhang Ming, why do you want to talk crazy, in my opinion, you are not too good, don't think that you are amazing, if you are too conceited, you will not be able to realize that you are just a stupid pig." ”

"What are you talking about!" Zhang Ming's forehead was bruised, his eyes were full of clear bloodshots, he was angry, and he definitely couldn't spare the cold face.

Leng Mian was like this, slowly approaching, his eyes looked directly at Zhang Ming, and with each step out of a grid distance, he silently counted the number of grids in his heart.

As he took the third step, a punch knocked him flying.

"Eighteen squares, is this the limit distance that his fist can appear!" Although Leng Mian was punched, he was happy in his heart, he only used a little provocation to provoke him, in exchange for such important information, it was really worth it!

"In this case, not only can you not melee with this guy, but you must keep the distance between you and him at any time at eighteen or more squares, although yes, I figured it out, but I don't have the means to attack from a distance!

Zhang Ming had already stomped his feet, how could he let Leng Mian lie comfortably on the ground, he was angry, rushed straight towards Leng Mian, and shouted angrily: "Boy, give me death!"

Looking at the blue light with a cold face, how good it is to lie on the hillside and watch the sky in the morning, and there is a breeze blowing, how relaxing!

Now, in the ring, but there is no leisure at all, a smile hangs on his lips, and he has a thought in his heart: "Since you don't have long-range throwing skills, let's use yourself as a bow and arrow!"

Under the blue sky, above the white ring, a big bird slowly flew over, and in an instant, a red light appeared on Leng Mian's body, he flashed, ran directly from the ground, like an arrow off the string, shuddered, and flew in front of Zhang Ming.

"What!"

The moment Zhang Ming saw the cold face, he was stunned for a while, and the audience was even more surprised, and they all opened their mouths wide, as if they could never close them.

The speed of cold noodles is so fast, the audience was surprised to see it, cold noodles actually learned this magical move, they didn't dare to think that in two years, cold noodles really turned over, which is impressive.

"That's—the same move as the castle lord!" Tomoko began to move in the depths of his heart, he didn't know when Leng Mian learned it.

In that room, the old man Long Zhentian looked at Leng Mian and turned red, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he thought to himself: "Heh, chasing the wind in the twelve styles of forbidden arts!"

Faeron looked at his restraints, still so disdainful.

In the next second, Leng Mian knocked him to the ground with a punch, Zhang Ming's body rubbed and slid on the ground, he didn't stop, Leng Mian kicked the ground again, his body flew, Leng Mian appeared in the sky above Zhang Ming, and his body slid with him.

When Zhang Ming saw Leng Mian, Leng Mian's hand had already been clenched into a fist, and he exploded with anger, and he made a punch and was about to hit Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming was angry when he saw it, and he panicked, knowing that if he was hit by that, he would either die or be injured, in short, he would do everything possible to dodge.

Seeing Leng Mian's fist swinging towards him, he was also anxious, and in that instant, his skin turned red, and more than a dozen fists hit Leng Mian's body, and the huge momentum directly knocked him out.

Leng Mian fell to the ground again, his head was a little dizzy from the attack just now, Leng Mian thought to himself, "Did you still release your fist for him, but how do I feel, there are many, many hits on me-"

As soon as he looked up at this time, he was shocked by the scene he saw, and the words in his heart were interrupted, and around Zhang Ming, there were dense red fists, which looked like a swarm of bees around a honeycomb, very terrifying.

Zhang Ming's body began to swell, he took off his shirt, revealing a body of red skin, large and large muscles with distinct lines, and the thin guy just now suddenly turned into a strong man.

He tied his shirt around his waist and slowly raised his head until he cast a fierce gaze on the cold face.