It was noon at this moment, and when Fang Yun returned to Zhenwu Square again, the deacon had already announced that the morning competition would be over, and it would continue in the afternoon.

The list of the top eight battles was because Fang Yun had failed to arrive before, and the deacon would replace him to draw lots, which had been announced on the bulletin board on the left side of the square.

"Sure enough, the next one I'm right for is Zhao Hong!"

Fang Yun looked at the battle table that had already been released, looked at his opponent in the next game, and couldn't help muttering.

This is probably the providence of fate, Zhao Hong finally met with himself in a narrow way, in this eight-in-four competition, he successfully faced each other, looking at this name that was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar, Fang Yun couldn't help but clench his left hand.

"Hehe, Fang Yun, it seems that your good luck will end here!"

Always at such times, this disgusting, malicious banter voice would always sound, and Fang Yun didn't have to look back to know who this annoying fly was.

"Look at the wounds on your body, tsk, it really makes me look sentimental, this should have been a trace of me after defeating you with my own hands!

"I just don't know, do you still have the courage to say as arrogantly as before to let me wait?

Zhao Hong looked at Fang Yun's palms that were wrapped in gauze, and there was a smug smile on his face that couldn't be concealed.

In the previous duel between Fang Yun and Xing Chong, he was also watching from the audience, and I have to say that he was shocked into a cold sweat!

Xing Chong's nine-fold vigorous blood, as well as the tiger fist method that fully realized the true meaning of the tiger, he objectively said that if he encountered it, even if he had learned the second turn of "Breaking Yuan Hand" with one hand to break the strength, under the violent and rapid offensive of Xing Chong, he would definitely not be his opponent, and even three or two strokes would be defeated simply.

However, Fang Yun actually stubbornly relied on his blood-quenching eightfold cultivation to resist it, and even the power of the nine forces of Dacheng's "Nine Pole Palm" was beyond his imagination, if he met Fang Yun in his heyday, his "Breaking Yuan Hand" might not be able to defeat his "Nine Pole Palm", and with his fighting skills comparable to Xing Chong, he was indeed not this guy's opponent.

Seriously, seeing Fang Yun and Xing Chong fighting like that, and directly defeating Xing Chong who used the Tiger Killing Move in the end, Zhao Hong's heart was half cold.

But the snipe and the clam compete, and the fisherman profits!

This guy finally defeated Xing Chong, but it was also a tragic victory, the two sides could be said to be both defeated, looking at Fang Yun's bloodless face now, as well as the almost half-useless palm, Zhao Hong almost didn't laugh out loud, and finally he was still facing him in the next round, the schadenfreude in his heart was completely undisguised.

So far, Fang Yun has become the focus of everyone's eyes from an obscure ordinary outer disciple, one morning, the most talked about name in the entire outer door, not even the three guys who stepped on the nine layers of blood quenching, but this inexplicably rising dark horse, and also practiced the "Nine Extreme Palms" that only this generation of disciples deserves to be the first person, Li Jingyun practiced.

Fang Yun's showmanship made the jealousy in his heart almost climb to the extreme, and strong resentment and unwillingness spread in his heart.

But right now, he has such an opportunity, not only can he report the humiliation he suffered two months ago, and humiliate his rival fiercely, but also be able to defeat Fang Yun, step on his name, and become famous in one fell swoop, which is like a big pie falling from the sky for Zhao Hong.

Constantly thinking and fantasizing about what would happen after he defeated Fang Yun, Zhao Hong's heart didn't mention how beautiful it was, and just as he was about to leave Zhenwu Square and go back to take a good rest and adjust his state, he actually happened to see Fang Yun, which made him how could he press down that restless heart.

At that moment, he immediately walked in front of Fang Yun, and couldn't wait to see his depressed and depressed face, as for making a blow and trampling on his heart, this was Zhao Hong's routine operation.

Fang Yun looked at Zhao Hong's smug look, and suddenly, he couldn't help but sneer, and said with a tone full of disdain.

"You can only do this kind of thing, but I advise you not to be too happy, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, if things develop, in the end to your own surprise, your already ugly face, after being swollen, how miserable it will be. After speaking, Fang Yun turned around and left.

And after Zhao Hong heard this, his face almost froze, and then his expression became more and more ugly, and finally he almost couldn't help but scold, but he saw that Fang Yun had already walked away, and the anger full of anger was suddenly held in his chest and there was nowhere to vent, almost not killing him.

"Fuck! Fang Yun! I must make you look good!"

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Fang Yun walked along the mountain road and left Zhenwu Square, but his face was not very good-looking.

He knew very well that he was in his current state, and the blood qi consumed in his body had recovered, and he was even more refined than before, but the injury on his entire arm had indeed not recovered.

Although this endless flow of Po Po air was still pouring into his arm, nourishing his scars and wounds, and the recovery speed was indeed much faster than Elder Li had estimated, the time left for him was too short after all.

When the competition officially starts again in the afternoon, I am afraid that it will be difficult to recover completely, coupled with Zhao Hong's insidious nature, he will inevitably catch his weaknesses and injuries, and most of them will attack his right hand with all his might.

In this case, it is absolutely not suitable for the strategy of protracted warfare like the previous battle with Xingchong, and it must be quickly cut through the mess and quickly resolved.

However, although Zhao Hong's character is not good, his martial arts talent is not bad, and now he has reached the eightfold realm of blood quenching, which is on par with himself.

After thinking about it like this, Fang Yun found that there was no way to deal with Zhao Hong decisively and cleanly, unless he could completely master that move and nine strengths in one.

Previously, when he reluctantly performed this trick to shake the torture rush, he had already felt that after the dark energy of the nine poles and nine poles of the palm was fused into one, the strength was surprisingly condensed and majestic, for example, the layers of dark energy under the nine strengths were the waves surging above the sea, then after the nine strengths were united, the fierce force that condensed was the hard stone granite that fell from a high altitude, solid and thick to an incredible level.

If it was this move, then even if it was the condensation of the qi and arrow strength that was displayed by the "Breaking Yuan Hand", I am afraid that it would not be able to do anything about it, and if Fang Yun used it with all his strength in the first move, then he would be able to defeat Zhao Hong in one fell swoop.

However, in this short two-hour break, how could he achieve such a degree of improvement?

"If I can enter the mysterious space now, with my current comprehension level of the Nine Strengths in One, there will definitely be a huge improvement!"

After thinking about it, Fang Yun couldn't think of the rest of the way, he was sure that only by trying this method would he have a chance of defeating Zhao Hong anyway, and he no longer hesitated, he took a breath and ran back to his bamboo house courtyard.

I saw that Fang Zhenshan had already returned to the courtyard at this moment, sitting in the courtyard and not knowing what he was thinking, and seeing Fang Yunhuo running back to the room in a hurry, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and before he could open his mouth to ask, he heard Fang Yun hurriedly leave a sentence, and rushed back to his room.

"Master, I'll sleep first, and when the competition starts, remember to wake me up!!"

Seeing him jump directly on the bed, his eyes closed, Fang Zhenshan was simply confused, he didn't understand what this kid was doing at all, after looking at it for a while, seeing that Fang Yun seemed to really want to sleep, he couldn't help but show a strange look on his face, then shook his head, stopped talking, and sat back in the courtyard.