Zheng Xi's mouth almost amused Wang Yonghuan, is this still a modern person? The whole thing is an ancient robbery, and ah... Oh, it's too TM funny. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Yonghuan smiled and said, "Ah, it turns out that you are the famous Zhensanshan?" Look up for a long time. ”

Hearing the "flattering" words of the kid opposite, Zheng Xi couldn't help but be proud, and pondered to himself, "Look, the reputation of Sanshan in my town is still good, and even this kid who smashed the field knows his big name." ”

After pretending to be majestic for most of the day with a big belly, Zheng Xi suddenly understood again, "No, since this kid knows my name, how can he dare to come to the flame smashing field?" Isn't this not taking my town's three mountains in your eyes? MD, is this kid kidding me? ”

Not to mention, although Zheng Xi is a little confused, his mind is not stupid, and after some careful thinking, it really made him think of the key.

With a "bang" in his hand, Zhen Sanshan pulled out a nunchucks from his back waist, and shouted angrily while shaking, "Boy, you dare to tease your grandfather, I want your life." ”

The nunchucks were five strokes, and the heavy sticks smashed into Wang Yonghuan's forehead and chest with a scream.

Wang Yonghuan also put away his expression at this time, and was engrossed in it, the black pipe hit in the air, and the attack of carrying nunchucks bit by bit.

For the first battle in his true cultivation world, Wang Yonghuan condensed his energy, and in the surging internal strength of his whole body, he poured into the black pipe like a stormy wave.

In the first blow of both sides, no one retreated, no one let anyone, and they all fought hard to the death. Zhen Sanshan has always maintained this style of hard fighting, and Wang Yonghuan wants to verify his true cultivation through this hard fight.

The explosion sound of "bang bang With a flick of his wrist, the nunchucks swept out a fan and slashed his waist, like a black python wrapped around his waist.

In the hard fight just now, Wang Yonghuan's black pipe in his hand was hit by Zhen Sanshan's nunchucks and swayed left and right. The position of the tiger's mouth in the palm of the hand was numb for a while, although the internal strength of the I Ching was injected into the black stick, but the difference in arm strength was still shown.

If it is just a competition of brute force, Wang Yonghuan is 100% behind. However, the most important thing in the cultivation world is to look at the depth of cultivation and the overall strength of the comprehensive.

Wang Yonghuan exhaled softly, touched the ground with the tip of his left foot, and quietly withdrew three steps like a floating cloud. After avoiding the stick on his waist, Wang Yonghuan's feet interacted with each other, and his body rushed forward like an angry arrow.

The black pipe flickered in front of Zheng Xi, while his eyes were still stuck in the phantom of the black pipe. The internal strength of the I Ching rolls in the black pipe, driving the black pipe to twist in the air to split out eleven tubes, which is the first time that the internal strength technique of the I Ching is used in weapons.

The internal strength of the I Ching, the miraculous power of the ages, shows extraordinary power at this moment. The internal strength completely acts on the wall of the stainless steel pipe through the black pipe, and an illusory faint black color emerges on the body of the black pipe.

Like a rolling black dragon, the black pipe was whipped on Zhen Sanshan's shoulder at least three times in the midst of its teeth and claws. This is Zhen Sanshan's dodge, or it will not be directly hit on Zhen Sanshan's head.

Zhen Sanshan, an intermediate martial artist in the Yellow Section. As soon as they started fighting, they were hit one after another by Wang Yonghuan's black pipe. The wild temperament in the blood was stimulated at once, and in a muffled roar in his mouth, Zhen Sanshan slanted his shoulders and slammed into Wang Yonghuan. At the moment of the top and the bump, the thick right leg became an arch, and the protruding knee slammed Wang Yonghuan's lower abdomen.

At the moment of crisis, Wang Yonghuan's body turned slightly, and his lower abdomen let go of the attacking knee. The left shoulder suddenly lowered, and from the bottom to the top, it blocked the shoulder of Zhen Sanshan like a light sand.

In the light hissing air friction, the black pipe rushed forward abruptly in the air, and at the moment when Zhen Sanshan's shoulder was leaked to the side, the round head of the black pipe poked hard at Zhen Sanshan's right rib.

There was a soft sound of "poof", and the not-sharp head of the black pipe, with the blessing of the internal strength of the I Ching, actually stabbed into the ribs of Zhensanshan. Although at the critical moment, Zhen Sanshan retreated and unloaded most of the power on the black pipe, the round pipe head was still inserted into his ribs about two inches.

Regardless of the blood surging, Zhen Sanshan took four or five steps back in the scream, and sat on the ground with grinning teeth.

Wang Yonghuan's figure was forward, and the black pipe was swinging into the wind, and he was about to pursue and attack.

Angry shouts erupted, and a lancet with blades on both sides, with a cold light that had not yet been glimpsed by his eyes, suddenly appeared on the left side of Wang Yonghuan's neck. This is the bantam tiger's lancet, seeing that Zhen Sanshan is in danger of retreating, he hurriedly draws his knife and rushes up.

Wang Yonghuan's face remained unchanged, the black tube in his hand was slightly raised, and with a "poof", he knocked the lancet out. The figure was flying, with a bad aura and wrapped in a cold wind, the black pipe in his hand waved up and down, and in an instant, nineteen pipes attacked in a row.

A dense black shadow of the tube formed an angry sea of pipes and a black ocean of rods around the body of the bantam, drowning the bantam tiger in the turbulence.

The bantam tiger didn't expect that the young man in front of him was so deep in cultivation, so fierce in attack, and lost the opportunity to fight as soon as he fought. In this passive situation, it is not easy to move back in a short period of time.

The bantam tiger gritted its teeth and screamed angrily, and its black face showed a red tide with all its might. With the blessing of internal force, the lancet in his hand quickly waved in front of him like the wind, and the beating white light was like a chain of lightning, connected by lines.

In the process of resisting the attack of the black pipe, suddenly the light was shining, like an explosive electric ball, and the lancet wrapped around his body and shot angrily at Wang Yonghuan, who was around him.

The sudden attack wave made Wang Yonghuan, who was originally standing on the upper hand, constantly retreat. The black pipe in his hand and the lancet that attacked like a storm constantly collided with each other, and a series of gold and iron strikes sounded like a fireworks cannon in the New Year.

Black shadows and white light were mixed together, and angry shouts and muffled voices were mixed together. In an instant, the two figures came together like Mars hitting the earth.

Wang Yonghuan was in the fierce fight, his heart was burning with anger, and in the roar, his body violently pierced up, rolling continuously in the air, and each roll drove six blitzkrieg attacks from the black pipe.

The head of the pipe poked downward, and the moment it was poked, the pipe body was smashed, poked and mixed, and fell down again and again. The rolling I Ching internal energy was instantly poured into the black pipe, and in the three fantasy heels in the air, the eighteen pipes smashed down like dense rain, covering the sky and the sun, and swaying again and again.

These eighteen black pipes, just like eighteen arms smashing at the same time, smashing and poking at the same time, fast as the cold electricity on the horizon, when people's eyes just pay attention, it has already overwhelming.

The pipes and pipes gather together, the sticks and sticks are connected, flashing like a black dragon, flying, swirling, sweeping, and scattering, just like a boiling angry sea, and the evil waves are surging; It is like an exploding flame, burning a source of fire.