Zhang Ming looked at the fists in the ring, looking dumbfounded, he seemed to be frightened, and kept muttering: "Impossible, impossible, that's eighty fists, how can he clean up his two hands." ”

When Zhang Ming looked at Leng Mian, Leng Mian deliberately used a cold look at him, Zhang Ming was so frightened that his body trembled, and he sat on the ground, estimating that his whole person had collapsed.

Zhang Yu in the audience saw him like this, he was angry, and he shouted at Zhang Ming: "Brother, give me a damn soberness, don't mess with yourself, the current situation is not unfavorable to you." ”

Zhang Ming heard the shout from his brother, his fast-beating heart gradually calmed down, he began to calm down, he muttered in a low voice: "Yes, although that kid's skills are amazing, but it is not impossible to deal with, although he is very fast, but only a pair of eyes, a pair of eyes, you can't see the dead end, as long as you attack him without dead ends, even if he is fast, it is impossible to completely prevent my attack." ”

Thinking of this, he smiled very confidently, and his body became energetic, he stood up, stared at Leng Mian, and roared: "Boy, I was almost scared to death by you, yes, you are indeed very powerful, and I Zhang Ming have been forced to this point, except for my brother, you are the only one." ”

In the face of Zhang Ming's praise, Leng Mian didn't have any expression, and he didn't speak, just stared at Zhang Ming lightly and let him finish his words.

Zhang Ming continued: "Now, I already know how to deal with you, you guy, prepare me to die-"

"Garbage. ”

This word blurted out from Leng Mian's mouth, and it was used to evaluate Zhang Ming.

"What!" Zhang Ming sounded surprised.

"Garbage. ”

The word came out of Leng Mian's mouth again, and Leng Mian's eyes stared straight at Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming felt the disdain from Leng Mian, his eyes were bloodshot again, and bloodshot lines representing hatred were produced, and he shouted angrily on his lips: "What, you trash, you dare to slander me!"

"You're a piece of trash, Zhang Ming, if you try to come down and lick my shoes, I'll let you go. ”

Leng Mian said this, it really made Zhang Ming angry, the audience heard Leng Mian's cruel words, and also began to discuss, with a small laugh on his lips, this laughter was heard by Zhang Ming, feeling very shameful, among the many idle words, he heard a sentence that was so frightened that he sat on the ground, this sentence sounded at the same time, accompanied by a burst of laughter, Zhang Ming remembered that he was afraid of that just now, he couldn't help but blush, in the face of the audience's ridicule, he was even more angry, all of this, all blame Leng Mian.

The anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and after he raised his head to the sky and screamed angrily, he stared at Leng Mian menacingly. Brother Zhang Yu knew that he was angry again, even if he yelled at him: "Stupid, he deliberately made you angry, don't be fooled." ”

Zhang Ming's anger reached the extreme, where did he still take into account his brother's warning, he said to the brother in the audience behind him: "Brother, this guy humiliates me, I can't bear it anymore, I'm going to kill him now!"

He just thought about it, and the fists on the ground came to life one by one, and after shaking twice, they flew up directly, and a hundred fists surrounded Leng Mian.

Up and down, left and right, all directions, all fists, this time, but it is an attack without dead ends, Zhang Ming saw Leng Mian surrounded by a fist, he couldn't help laughing excitedly, he shouted at Leng Mian: "Damn guy, let me die." ”

Leng Mian looked at the fists that came around him, not in a hurry, put on the posture just now, spit out twice, and looked ahead.

Fist down.

When the attack was carried out, Zhang Ming's smug face, the smile began to bend downward, and the scene in front of him made him both uncomfortable and surprised, Leng Mian actually used gestures to prevent the fists coming from all directions, he couldn't believe it.

At this moment, a fist struck from behind Leng Mian and jumped on the back of his head, and soon, Leng Mian turned around and slapped that fist down with his backhand.

"What's going on? That guy is like he has eyes behind him! The punch that came from the dead end, he shouldn't be able to see it, how can he realize it!"

The old man in the wooden house stared at the cold face with his eyes, and thought: "It's Qi art, covering an aura around oneself, and the thing that enters this aura will feedback the perception to the guy who releases the aura, such a move is range perception, even if the number of fists is large, once you enter the aura, the number, size, speed, and direction of the fists can be accurately perceived, and the cooperation between this move and the cactus can be called an absolute defense." ”

The knocked out fist flew again, as if it was tireless, although it could attack unlimitedly, but after all, it still couldn't hurt the cold face, and using the magic weapon for a long time was just consuming his own qi.

Zhang Ming couldn't hurt Leng Mian like this, his anger value continued to rise, and Leng Mian easily defused his attack, which was a naked contempt for him.

Zhang Ming didn't want to lose like this, there was no way, he was only fighting and making a ruthless move, only to see his palms together, his mouth made an unbearable sound, the muscles on his body expanded again, the blood vessels were also agitated, and those flying fists also became bigger, and the flying speed also increased a lot, which was very different from the previous speed.

In this way, it became more difficult for the cold face to be prevented, but fortunately, he noticed the change in the situation at the first time, and when those fists came at him, his posture changed, and the lower plate became a bow, and his left hand was still standing in front of the palm fingers, and the right hand was spread out, stretched high over the head, placed behind him, and pointed slightly obliquely to the sky.

When Zhang Ming saw it, his brows furrowed slightly, and he thought, "The posture has changed, this is—"

The corners of Leng Mian's mouth raised, and then he shouted: "Eighty-one palms of immortals." ”

After a loud shout, the fist ushered in, Leng Mian gradually raised his posture, his hands kept changing, as fast as a shadow, and the fist that had been accelerated was still knocked out by him.

This time, Leng Mian's movements also slowed down, not only his hands were so fast that he couldn't see clearly, even the shaking of his upper body was so clear that he couldn't see it clearly, seeing this attack speed, Zhang Ming was directly stunned, and his entire forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"Liar...... Lie!"

Under the palm of the cold face limit, the fists flew outward, and it didn't take long for all the fists to be bounced away, at this time, the cold face hooked Zhang Ming's eyes, Zhang Ming trembled, and hurriedly let the fists attack, all his fists were slapped far away by the cold face, and he couldn't catch up for a while, and the twenty fists that were originally left by his side to play a protective role were also used to deal with the cold noodles when he was angry, and now he can be said to be powerless.

Leng Mian turned into a red light, flashing at Zhang Ming, and suddenly, Leng Mian's face suddenly appeared at a distance of nearly half a foot from his face, which frightened Zhang Ming and took two steps back.

Leng Mian's hand has already pinched the air explosion, ready to go.

Leng Mian's original plan: (1) to delay time, (2) to stimulate Zhang Ming and provoke him to anger, (3) to hit all his fists far away, isolate Zhang Ming, and create a gap.

Plan a trilogy and succeed!