Thinking that the martial arts conference was just an event held by some secular people, Chen Ziang's interest in this conference dropped a little, but in order to complete the task, he had to continue to compete a few more times.

"So, where are the real masters of the six major sects?" Chen Ziang frowned and thought about it, but he didn't have a clue.

Time flies quickly, after three games, it will be Chen Ziang's turn next.

"In the fourth game, Chen Ziang will face off against Hao Dapeng of the Kongtong faction" Elder Fang's speech was mixed with internal force, so that everyone could hear it clearly.

"Game on!" After Elder Fang finished announcing, he retreated to the edge of the ring and gave up space to the two of them.

"Brother, although I know that I am not your opponent, I still want to try it, I am offended" Hao Dapeng hugged his fist towards Chen Ziang, and then ran towards Chen Ziang with a pair of fists.

"Seven Wounds?" Chen Ziang thought of this boxing method of the Kongtong faction, but this is Hao Dapeng, not to mention the cultivation of internal strength, and the momentum of the fist alone is much worse than the five elders of Kongtong in "Heaven and Dragon Slayer".

"Come on, I'll let you punch" Chen Ziang remembered the time when he fought alone against the six major sects in Guangmingding, so he moved the Qiankun Great Movement again, and his body was surrounded by an invisible layer of qi.

"What did you say?" Hao Dapeng was overjoyed when he heard this, thinking that Chen Ziang didn't know the power of his seven wounds, and his pride swelled for a while.

Although this Seven Injuries Fist is not a Mahayana divine skill, it is also amazingly lethal, and it is much more powerful than the boxing techniques of other sects.

Hao Datong did not attack at the first time before and after Chen Ziang came to him, but made a defense, who knows if what the man said was a lie.

But after seeing Chen Ziang still standing in place with a flat face, his heart really let go, only to see him say again, "Brother, if you are still unscathed if this punch goes down, I voluntarily admit defeat" After speaking, he gathered the internal force of his whole body on his arm and swung it violently.

"Seven Wounds Fist!"

"Bang Bang"

With the two muffled sounds of his fists hitting Chen Ziang's body, Hao Dapeng flew out four or five meters away in response, and spit out a stream of blood from his mouth.

"You lost," Chen Ziang said calmly.

"How did you do that?" Hao Dapeng clearly felt that he was not hit by punches and kicks, but that internal force surged down his arm and made him fly out.

In other words, it is your own internal force that flies your own!!

Chen Ziang didn't answer him, but walked straight off the stage, there were still a few games ahead, and he just wanted to end it early.

"Did you see him make a move?" The elders of the Kongtong faction asked, and the other elders shook their heads, indicating that they had not seen Chen Ziang make a move, not even the trajectory of the shot.

Chen Ziang crossed his hands in front of his chest at the beginning, as if watching a play, and after the battle, he still maintained this movement.

"I thought I was dazzled, so did this young man practice the kung fu of the inner family? Golden bell jar, iron cloth shirt? The elder of the Kunlun faction asked the elder of the Shaolin faction.

"It's definitely not these two kung fu, although my Shaolin golden bell jar and iron cloth shirt can block external forces, but there is absolutely no reason to rebound and hurt people, my defensive kung fu is probably above these two" Shaolin Elder shook his head and said.

"I'm afraid there are more secrets in this kid than we imagined," the Wudang Sect elder looked meaningfully at Chen Ziang under the ring in the distance.

"It seems that the first place in this conference has come out, what do you say?" The elders of the Emei faction looked at everyone, the other elders nodded one after another, and only the Shaolin sect's Shikong elder spoke, "My Shaolin disciple this time has reached the innate intermediate level, and his strength should not be underestimated."

"Elder Shikong, can't you tell that your Shaolin disciple is an innate intermediate? But don't forget, there are high-level, peak, and consummation behind the intermediate level, you and I are both innate high-level realms, can you see the realm of Chen Ziang? The Wudang Sect elder asked.

"No," Elder Shikong shook his head.

"Isn't that it," the Wu-Tang Sect elder said with a smile.

"But you mean he's in his early twenties, and he's already at his peak? How is this possible! "Elder Shikong resolutely doesn't believe it, because everyone has different martial arts qualifications, and there are very few people who can reach the peak realm by cultivating all their lives, let alone just a kid in his early twenties, and it is not so fast to start cultivating when he starts cultivating in his mother's womb!

The realm, the more difficult it is to go to the back, it may take five years for a martial artist with ordinary qualifications to go from the acquired junior level to the intermediate level, then it will take ten years to go from the acquired intermediate level to the advanced level, and the longer the time goes on!

"Impossible? So how did this kid climb up from the foot of Zhongnan Mountain? How did he defeat the black man with one punch and stand still and hurt Hao Dapeng? The Wudang Sect elder said with reason.

"I remember that some exercises can be hidden after cultivation, right?" Shaolin Elder said.

"I'd rather believe that he has reached the innate peak," the Wudang Sect elder shook his head, denying the Shaolin elder's statement.

"Okay, okay, now it seems that the first place will definitely be produced between Chen Ziang and Du Hai, and there will be a battle then, can you wait a little longer?" The elders of the Emei faction spoke out to persuade the two, fearing that the two would quarrel when they talked about it.

The reason why the elders of the Wudang faction defended Chen Ziang so much was because they saw the shadow of Tiyunzong in his light skills, and they had regarded him as the successor of the Wudang faction.

Chen Ziang did not choose to continue to stand in the ring, because those people's martial arts are all flawed, no matter which sect they make, the sects and kung fu they make are different from the kung fu made by the six major sects in his impression of "Heaven and Dragon Slayer", and a martial art may be a gesture, and the power of this martial art can be greatly reduced by a certain gesture and wrong force point.

Instead of standing next to the ring, he went for a walk around the top of Jungnam Mountain, where the others still had a few fights to play anyway.

I have to say that the scenery on the top of Zhongnan Mountain is very good, and the breath is fresh air, and it is conceivable that if you stand here in the morning, it must be surrounded by clouds and mist, and the appearance of a fairy residence.

Estimating that the time was almost up, Chen Ziang returned to the ring, and sure enough, the time was about the same as him, the last game of the top 16 had been played, and a total of eight people were eliminated.

"Next, we will compete for the top four, please come forward and draw lots," Elder Fang took out his red box again.

Song Rong of the "No. 1" Wudang faction raised his hand and held the unfolded red paper in his hand.

"No. 1" Chen Ziang didn't expect that he was also No. 1, but it was better to fight early, and after this fight, as long as he won one more game, he would be able to win the first place in the martial arts conference.

Martial arts first, can only belong to yourself!