"Boom-"

Fang Mo Tengteng took a few steps backwards in a row, clutched his chest, and looked at Miss Zhuo opposite in surprise.

This Miss Zhuo claimed that she was at the 3rd order of the Qi Cultivation Realm, and it seemed that she was definitely not joking.

Her strength is definitely a real 3rd order of the Qi Cultivation Realm, and she is by no means like Wang Jingze's 3rd order of the Qi Cultivation Realm.

It's not just her punches and kicks.

The two fought for several rounds, and Fang Mo not only didn't take advantage of his fists and feet, but he was also at a disadvantage in terms of internal interest comparison.

Of course, there is a reason for this.

Because Fang Mo was still young at that time, Fang Mo's mother Zhou Qi only left him a chapter on the cultivation of the family internal rest exercises before she passed away, and the use of the exercises in the actual battle was still something that Fang Mo had slowly explored by himself over the years.

As for the external exercises such as fists and feet, he couldn't leave any of them, so that Fang Mo had only used the three sets of basic external exercises made public by the federal government over the years—he didn't have the money to buy better ones.

The reason why Fang Mo was able to hold on until now was entirely because of his more abundant combat experience.

As for the reason why the internal interest is also at a disadvantage...... But Fang Mo didn't ask for it at all.

Ever since he came into contact with Sword and forcibly integrated that sword qi into his internal breath with his help, Fang Mo found that his control over his internal breath had become much weaker than before.

Now, although he is still able to control the operation of internal breath every time, it is only based on the usual pranayama and no external interference.

And in the last training with Wang Shao, Fang Mo found a problem.

When he was in full swing during the battle, the internal breath was a little out of control, and because of the fierce nature of the internal breath like sword qi, he couldn't predict the destructive power of the internal breath at all.

Last time, he discovered this, and in order not to cause a heavy blow to Wang Shao, he was forced to forcibly recover the internal breath, which caused him to be injured.

After that, he tested it a few more times, and found that he still couldn't fully control his internal breath, and he couldn't accurately predict how lethal his internal breath was.

Originally, he planned to continue to practice and refine people, and slowly study and explore the characteristics of his own internal breath as the exercises deepened, but now that this Miss Zhuo came to the door, she didn't give him enough time.

"Bang-"

Fang Mo raised his arm and blocked Miss Zhuo's kick again.

A surging force surged from the surface of his feet, and Fang Mo's entire body was kicked sideways for a few steps, only to feel a suffocation in his chest, a sweetness in his throat, and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

He knew he didn't have time to hesitate.

If he continues like this, I'm afraid that if he doesn't last for three rounds, he will be kicked away by Miss Zhuo.

There was nothing wrong with being kicked away, anyway, when he was practicing with these rich kids, Fang Mo didn't know how many times he had been kicked and flown away.

But along with the kicking and flying together, there was also the full 100,000 Federation Coins that Miss Zhuo had just promised, which was a loss that Fang Mo couldn't bear.

"Damn, people die for money, birds die for food, anyway, it's not me who dies, and besides, she won't die, fight!"

Seeing that the vast amount of banknotes seemed to be flying away from his eyes, Fang Mo was willing to do it.

He took a light breath, suppressed the mouthful of blood that had already surged to his throat, and calmed his breath, and his internal breath was generated from the sea of qi, and in an instant, it converged into a fierce and incomparable internal breath flow like sword qi, which instantly merged into his right arm and merged into the right fist that struck out.

The seventeenth set of basic boxing methods for primary and secondary school students in the federation is launched with the third move and the sixth style - flat chest straight punch.

"Boom-"

This punch came first, just right in the sole of Miss Zhuo's kick.

Fang Mo's long-suppressed internal breath was like a flash flood, and it was like a heavy sword opening the seal, which actually split the internal breath gathered on the soles of Miss Zhuo's feet in an instant.

After a loud bang, Miss Zhuo was actually blown upside down by Fang Mo's punch, and she did three consecutive somersaults in the air before falling to the ground.

This time it was a bit unexpected for the two.

Miss Zhuo didn't expect Fang Mo to suddenly strike such a fierce and ferocious counterattack punch, Fang Mo also didn't expect that the power of his punch was a little stronger than he imagined, and both of them were stunned for a while.

The two stood in the ring, you looked at me, I looked at you, stared at each other for a while, Miss Zhuo's eyes suddenly bloomed with brilliant light, and a bright smile suddenly bloomed on her face, which had been cold and had no good face.

"Haha, I just said that you must have deliberately hidden your strength!" The smile on Miss Zhuo's face was full of pride. "You guy still want to continue hiding, and now you don't think you can do it, right?"

Fang Mo looked at her speechlessly.

On what basis does this guy determine that he must be hiding his strength?

Just because she can beat Wang Shao casually, but Wang Shao won herself?

Although her guess was correct, she really didn't feel that there was a problem with her logic?

Seeing that Fang Mo didn't answer, Miss Zhuo continued with a smile: "Hehe, Miss Ben is really smart, if she hadn't set a bet for you before, so that you had to win to get the money, you would definitely keep hiding, right?" ”

Fang Mo rolled his eyes.

She wasn't wrong about that.

If it weren't for the fact that he had money to take, he wouldn't be able to fight with the other party, just deal with it casually.

What's more, now his so-called "full strength" is actually accompanied by a lot of risk, although the punch just now has greatly increased because he no longer suppresses the internal breath, but the last punch is out, he still clearly feels that his control of the internal breath is no longer so accurate.

Fortunately, Miss Zhuo blocked this punch, otherwise, what the consequences would be, Fang Mo really didn't dare to guarantee.

However, Miss Zhuo was able to block that punch just now, which also made him feel a lot more relieved.

Judging from the hard fight just now, Miss Zhuo's strength is stronger than he imagined, so he can let go more and don't have to cower like before, because he is afraid of hurting Miss Zhuo, and deliberately suppresses his internal breath.

"Alright, Miss Zhuo, let's continue." Fang Mo beckoned to Miss Zhuo.

"Hmph, I won't have to say that I'll do it too."

Miss Zhuo snorted lightly, and at the foot of her feet, the figure flashed, and she kicked over again.

This time, Fang Mo was not as scrupulous as before, as soon as his left hand was raised, his right foot was wrong, and there was another sharp internal breath in the sea of qi, instantly gathering his right fist, and striking out with another punch.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom, boom, boom—"

……

Between breaths, the two of them have already staggered dozens of punches and kicks.

At first, Fang Mo was a little unable to let go, but after more than ten strokes of hard fighting, after confirming that Miss Zhuo could indeed resist his internal breath attack, he gradually let go, his internal breath became more and more fierce, and the strength of his fist became heavier and heavier.

After fighting like this for dozens of times, the excited expression on Miss Zhuo's face became stronger and stronger, and from time to time there would be a few exclamations full of joy, obviously the fight with Fang Mo made her feel extremely happy.

Fang Mo was the opposite of her.

The more the two fought, the more solemn Fang Mo's heart became.

Because he found that as the two fought deeply, the sword-like internal breath in his body became more and more uncontrollable.