"Ahh

The girl under the ring couldn't help but scream, and this seemed to be turning on a switch, Wang Anfeng had a wisp of divine light in his pupils, and with a clear drink, he grabbed Zeng Bo's wrist with his right palm backhand, and suddenly reversed, suppressing the latter to the ground, and his left hand was like a knife out of the sheath, firmly resting on the latter's neck.

The middle-aged man who acted as the referee had slightly brightened his eyes and said:

"Winner, Wang Anfeng."

Zeng Bo covered his wrist, smiled bitterly, staggered off the stage, won two games in a row, but he couldn't even take anything, it was really embarrassing, Wang Anfeng's eyes closed slightly, looking at the martial arts practitioners below who were the same age as him, those people were either rebellious or peaceful, holding sharp blades, all looking at him.

Master said that he would let me subdue them all.

Not no one is willing to go up.

But no one dared to go up, and his heart was indignant, but no one dared to draw his sword.

So, in front of everyone's eyes, the young man with light eyebrows and like a breeze picked up his hands and bowed deeply to everyone in the audience.

"Shaolin King Anfeng, ask everyone for advice."

"Please give me a defeat."

As soon as the word was spoken, the audience was silent.

A young man was stunned, didn't seem to believe his ears, and after a few breaths, he slammed down the wine jug in his hand, scolded, jumped up suddenly, and got into the ring, Wang Anfeng clenched his fists slightly, but he didn't even respond, just looked at Wang Anfeng, and sneered:

"Want to use us as a springboard? You're too arrogant! ”

"The master is too lazy to talk to you, look at the trick!"

After saying that, he rushed directly towards Wang Anfeng, his fists were ethereal and smart, like flowing clouds and torrents, unpredictable, Wang Anfeng took a slight breath and clenched his fists.

Since it is necessary to fight continuously, then physical strength must be a problem.

So choose......

Quick kill!

The eyes were slightly bright, and he snorted, his right fist was not a little fancy, and he struck out with the most common Zhongping palm, which was majestic, because he had just seen the end of Wang Anfeng's fists and feet, and the young man was really vigilant to the side, and at this time, Wang Anfeng's body suddenly accelerated, just like Zeng Bo just approached the young man quickly.

Place your left hand and palm straight over your waist and abdomen.

The right elbow is bent, like a general riding a horse and carrying a gun.

Then he twisted his elbow sharply, and the elbow made a scalp-tinging sound, piercing the distance between the two and settling firmly in the young man's throat.

Quickly stopped, a strong wind blew the young man's black hair up, in his pupils dilated by horror, reflected the face of the young man in front of him, peaceful and warm, but his eyes were full of calm and indifference like the planner.

The elbow blade slowly retracted, and the young man's steps softened, and he sat down directly on the ground.

Wang Anfeng clenched his fists, said yes, and then adjusted his sleeves slightly, and bowed his hand slightly to the front.

There is still only one sentence.

"Please give me a defeat."

The voice came out, and no one dared to return for a while, and after a moment of silence, one person shouted:

"This is a provocation to you!"

"Although I am invincible, I am willing to fight with this kid, and he can still pick us all!"

In the midst of the angry shouts, a young man jumped directly onto the stage, not a fist glove in his hand, but a long wooden knife, the blade of which was slightly raised, and shouted:

"A certain disciple of the Zhang family, frustrate your arrogance!"

"Shaolin Wang Anfeng, please advise."

Thirteen breaths later, the young man surnamed Zhang staggered to the ground, his face was already pale.

The nightmarish and sincere voice sounded in my ears again:

"Please give me a defeat."

………………

Today is August 15, the autumn mood is getting stronger, and it is not suitable for fighting, only suitable for watching the red maple gradually fall, the ginkgo biloba is golden, and the county town of Forgotten Immortal County is under the mountain.

Every year's young phoenix feast, is the first time in the memory of these masters to take off, one by one young names are published on the young phoenix list, spread all over the land of thousands of miles of forgotten immortal county, they are still immature, through the battle to absorb experience, rapid growth.

But there must be a winner or a loser in battle, and there will always be someone who will be used as a pedal.

Or less.

or more......

Syllable!

With a crisp sound, the double stabs in the hands of a young girl were knocked away by Wang Anfeng's fists and fell to the ground. As she gritted her teeth, a fist was firmly in her throat, and at the same time there was the same flat voice that was unmistakable.

"Concession."

The girl's eyes widened, and in addition to being unwilling, what emerged was a fear that even she couldn't believe.

This...... How can it be?

Eight games in a row, eight wins in a row!

Won't he get tired?

Wang Anfeng exhaled a breath of turbidity slightly, and felt that there seemed to be a faint trace of exhaustion in his body, but his expression remained unchanged, his fists were clenched, his demeanor was upright, and he bowed his hand slightly downward.

Trample!

Almost the moment he saluted, all the young knights, the princes of the family, took a step back in unison, and gave up a large blank space in front of him, but the sincere face of the young man in front of them was as terrifying as a demon in their eyes.

Wang Anfeng froze slightly, and at this time, a long laugh suddenly came from in the distance, and a wooden sword galloped like lightning, falling on the ring, and then a white figure came quickly, stepped into the ring, and held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, but the wooden sword made a long sword roar at this moment, and a bright brilliance crossed in Wang Anfeng's eyes.

The latter's pupils shrank slightly, and he retreated suddenly, at the same time, his left hand slapped horizontally towards the enemy's wrist, full of energy, the person who came seemed to know the power, and never made a hard connection, and his body turned, and the long sword poisonous snake generally hit Wang Anfeng's neck, but at this moment, Wang Anfeng's right hand had been raised, his body was deflected, and his five fingers pressed on the spine of the wooden sword with great precision, blocking the sword.

Then, the energy was high!

Rumble!

Although it is not very strong, but it is enough to pull the momentum of the air flow to collide and pull each other, Wang Anfeng retreated, but the figure had already fallen on the ring, and the middle-aged man who acted as an arbitrator frowned and shouted angrily:

"Who is it?"

"How dare you come here to be presumptuous!"

The man didn't answer, but just laughed, the wooden sword in his hand was raised and swept violently, falling on the middle-aged man's right fist like an uncertain prophet, the arbitrator who shot looked slightly stunned, and then staggered directly backwards, and the clothes on his right arm were directly shattered into debris, scattered like butterflies, and said in shock:

"Who?!"

"It's just a long time since I've seen such an interesting little guy, and I kind of want to have fun, hehe, you don't have to worry about me."

Someone came to pick up the hem of his clothes, but it was an extremely chic and uninhibited middle-aged man, waving his hand at the referee over there at will, and smiled at Wang Anfeng:

"At a young age, my tone is quite big, how about it, I'm also down, tell me, can I fight with you?"

"Of course, I will temporarily self-proclaim my internal strength, and I will limit it to ten moves, how about it?"

Wang Anfeng exhaled a breath of turbidity, the fear in his heart slowly disappeared, changed to calm and excited, and slowly clenched his fists:

"Shaolin, Wang Anfeng."

The man laughed and said:

"Hahaha, there is courage and courage, Xu Ziyang, the dragon general of a certain forgotten immortal county!"

"Look at the sword!"

Accompanied by the sound of excited laughter, Xu Ziyang pointed at the number of points on his body to seal the internal force, the wooden sword in his hand trembled slightly, and the sword road unfolded, compared to the more refined internal force accompanied by the brisk and sharp sword path directly turned into a cold light and attacked Wang Anfeng, only in the breath of the latter's eyes, it was too late to react, causing a burst of exclamations.

The arbitrator's face turned pale, and he mentioned his strength, just waiting for an accident to rush to save people.

For example, now.

But just when he had already taken his right foot in this arbitration, Wang Anfeng, who seemed to be a little dazed, retreated suddenly, and the speed was better than that of the wooden sword, and for a while, one person retreated violently in this ring, and the other rushed forward, and the sword blade hung in the air, unable to advance an inch, and did not dare to retreat a little.

The white robe and the ink blue robe are entangled, like white clouds walking on the sky, not solemn, but a little poetic, and when he was about to fall from the ring, Wang Anfeng's waist exerted force, his body spun, and his fist slammed into the wooden sword that had lost its spirit, making a soft sound.

A sharp brilliance appeared in the young man's black eyes.

Buzz~

The energy penetrated through the five fingers, buckled on the long sword, and made a crisp sword groan, and the eyes of the surrounding teenagers couldn't help but widen, but before they could exclaim and spit out, Wang Anfeng had already turned his left hand into a palm, slammed it on the long sword, and shook the wooden sword a few inches before the blade rotated.

At the same time, the body was deflected, and the right elbow smashed down towards Xu Ziyang's waist and abdomen with a rotating momentum, its sharp and sharp momentum was far from being comparable to the previous shot, and the speed was extremely fast, Xu Ziyang felt a sigh in his heart, and the figure had already appeared in front of him.

Shocked in his heart, the energy in his body turned into a roaring dragon pouring into the long sword, the sword turned with his body, back to defend himself, after all, his internal strength is much purer than Wang Anfeng, and at this time, in order to keep his face, he is also 'full force', the long sword actually narrowly crossed the perfect defensive arc when the fist fell, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, but at this moment, a white palm suddenly appeared, pulling a deep shadow under his eyes.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

A few soft sounds, followed by a sharp pain like acupuncture in several acupoints, the internal force has no power to control the body, the palm of the hand can't help but loosen, the next moment, the long sword in the palm has changed hands.

was anxious, but Xu Ziyang did not lose his proportion, his body was stable, his palms were staggered, and he was about to use Yunmo palm technique to fight the enemy, but at this moment, a big foot had already kicked on his shoulder with a violent momentum, and the strength was so great that he also stumbled and lost his balance.

Immediately afterwards, the legs and feet like a storm had enveloped his body, there was no discipline skills at all, rough and savage but as rapid and fierce as rain hitting plantains, under the eyes of everyone, Xu Ziyang's figure was forced to step back step by step, and the crazy leg combo ended with a fierce whip leg whip, Xu Ziyang finally took a breath, and as soon as he raised his head, a shadow shrouded him-

In the middle of a few meters, the young man in the black blue suit jumped up, clenched his left hand into a fist, and buckled the wooden sword upside down with his right palm.

Rumble!

Waves of air burst out, kicking up a cloud of dust, and an inky dragon rushed into the sky, roaring with its head held high and shaking the mountains in response.

Wang Anfeng staggered to the ground, the wooden sword in his hand turned into powder under the vast true qi, endured the pain in his body, but his face was quiet and peaceful, and he unsealed himself in front of him, like a god descending to the mortal Xu Ziyang saluted slightly:

"Concession."

With his footsteps slightly sideways, his eyes fell on the many young heroes, Wang Anfeng picked up his hands and saluted everyone in the audience again.

"Shaolin Wang Anfeng."

"Please give me a defeat."