"Why so much nonsense? Come on, how can I waste so much time here with you. ”

Zhou Yan still smiled at the corner of his mouth, and deliberately stimulated Ling Bucheng, and straightened his chest straight, with an indescribable contempt.

Make a clear one, hit me, stupid!

Did Zhou Yan hit his head today, isn't this looking for death?

I don't know where Zhou Yan's confidence comes from, and all the registered disciples shook their heads and sighed, feeling that Zhou Yan was finished.

"Since you are bent on seeking death, Lao Tzu will fulfill you now. ”

Ling Bucheng was also angry with Zhou Yan's contemptuous expression, he roared, rushed in a hurry, and above his body, a three-headed condensed mad bull illusion flashed.

This is a symbol of the triple warrior.

"Tiger Fist!"

Ling Bucheng really didn't spare half a point, he stepped forward and used martial arts, his fist moved, the air flow roared, and the tiger and tiger were windy, enough to burst a rock and imprint it on Zhou Yan's chest.

However, Ling Bucheng's Tiger Fist realm is obviously not at home, and there is not even a tiger roar, and the entry realm is barely in the form.

But no matter what, Ling Bucheng has the strength of the martial artist triple, plus the Tiger Fist of the Form Realm, the power of this punch, even if he has the pride of the Yellow Rank Eight Rank Fire Martial Arts, he does not dare to underestimate it.

Feng Ao and Mo Feifei's eyes already showed a smug smile, as if they saw the beautiful scene of Zhou Yan's bones breaking and his chest sinking, vomiting blood and flying, and falling to the ground in defeat.

And the registered disciples couldn't bear to watch it for a long time, and most of them turned their heads, not wanting to see the picture of Zhou Yan's tragic defeat.

"Bang!"

Ling Bucheng's punch, the wind thundered, smashed on Zhou Yan's chest, a breaking sound spread, and the wind dispersed and exploded from Zhou Yan's chest.

"Ahh

The next moment later, an incomparably tragic scream sounded eardrums.

Hearing the screams, all the registered disciples who couldn't bear to look at them shook their heads and sighed, feeling sorry for Zhou Yan.

Although everyone didn't watch it, they also concluded that it was definitely Zhou Yan's scream.

But, at the same time.

Feng Ao and Mo Feifei, who were originally full of cruel smiles and cold faces, the smiles on their faces froze in vain, their expressions froze, and they even blinked vigorously, as if they were doubting their eyes.

"How.... How so?"

Feng Ao and Mo Feifei were already dumbfounded, their expressions turned from sunny to cloudy, and they were as ugly as their dead parents in an instant.

saw that after receiving this terrible punch, Zhou Yan's whole person really didn't move half a minute like a rock, and still stood in place.

Moreover, the smile on his face is still the same.

And Ling Bucheng, who punched Zhou Yan, fell to the ground incredibly, and let out a terrifying scream, his voice was terrifying.

Moreover, the position in the chest where Zhou Yan was punched on the ground was actually stained with a small pool of blood.

"Oh my!"

"Look, look, Zhou Yan is fine. ”

"It's not Zhou Yan screaming, it's Ling Can't do it. ”

“.....”

Soon, one after another, all the registered disciples who were in shock shouted loudly.

As a result, it really surprised everyone.

Zhou Yan took the martial artist double cultivation as the one, and after receiving the martial arts triple Ling Bucheng's martial arts blow, he turned out to be like no one.

It was Ling Cheng who beat people, screaming terriblely, and the fist he hit at Zhou Yan actually exploded most of it, the bones were broken and the flesh was rotten, the blood flowed, and the tragic situation was shocking.

At this moment, Ling Buzheng was clutching his explosive fist, falling to the ground screaming and wailing in pain.

"Tut-tut, you're really weak. ”

Zhou Yan raised his head and smiled, shook his head slightly in an unbearable appearance, and mocked: "I told you a long time ago, I practice a rock and don't move." I still don't believe it, dare to compare with me, aren't you looking for death by lighting up the toilet? ”

This was said to Ling Bucheng, but Zhou Yan's sarcastic gaze kept glancing at Feng Ao and Mo Feifei, whose faces were as ugly as death.

Obviously, Zhou Yan won.

Half of his palm was gone, Ling Bucheng couldn't stand on his feet in pain, and he howled badly, and there was no need to compare.

"Of course, the fight is not over yet. You punched me, now it's time for me to hit you. ”

The frivolous expression on Zhou Yan's face was retracted, and he was suddenly covered with a chilling ruthlessness.

I saw that after Zhou Yan suddenly grabbed Ling Bucheng, who was still screaming on the ground, and threw it onto the line, he didn't say a word and started directly.

As Zhou Yan's fists were covered, the muscles of his arms appeared, and after two solid mad bulls and a vague tiger imprint appeared around his body, with the roar of the tiger, he was about to punch out with thunder.

"No, I'm throwing in the towel. ”

Ling Bucheng's half palm burst open, the blood flowed nonstop, the pain was incomparable, the internal strength was difficult to mention, where did he dare to take a punch from Zhou Yan, afraid of screaming, and directly admit defeat.

"Zhou Yan, you dare! Ling Bucheng has already lost, you still want to report ......"

After Feng Ao came back to his senses, he hurriedly shouted to stop Zhou Yan.

However, the conversation was not finished.

Bang!

Zhou Yan didn't show any mercy, a dragon raised his head, and the momentum of the tiger fist came from the bottom up, hitting Ling Bu's jaw who was in great pain and didn't have time to dodge.

Oh!

Ling Bucheng's screams were accompanied by a shattered jaw and a mouthful of blood spurting out of Lao Gao.

At the same time, his whole person was forced, and he was beaten off the ground by Zhou Yan's punch, flying more than five meters high, and then like a dead dog, he smashed to the ground with a "bang" sound, and fell to the side of the unconscious Wu Mang.

Then, Ling Bucheng also followed in the footsteps of Wu Mang, and after landing on the ground, he spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and passed out in pain directly.

Suddenly, on the entire Asahi platform, there was silence, and the needle drop could be heard.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and they didn't expect it to be this incredible counterattack ending at all.

At the same time, everyone was secretly frightened.

Although Zhou Yan usually does not show mountains and dews, he is kind and angry, but deep in his bones, he is such a ruthless character.

Ling Bucheng had already admitted defeat, but Zhou Yan still did not give up, and smashed his jaw bone with a punch, causing the other party to faint on the spot.

Ling Bucheng's fist exploded, and the bones in his jaw shattered, such a serious injury, without the Nine Rank Gold Creation Pill above 10,000 gold, it may not be able to heal for a year and a half.

Basically, without the Jin Chuang Pill above the ninth grade, Ling Bucheng can be regarded as a waste.

"Zhou Yan, you damn it!"

Feng Ao's eyes were split, his lips were clenched, and he could bite out blood, and he hated to kill Zhou Yan alive.

Everyone can see that whether it is Wu Mang or Ling Bucheng, they are all at his mercy to repair Zhou Yan.

But now, not only has it not been repaired to Zhou Yan.

On the contrary, Wu Mang and Ling Bucheng were seriously injured one after another, especially the latter Ling Bucheng, this injury is not light!

If Feng Ao couldn't stand up for Wu Mang and Ling Bucheng today and find a place to get back, even if that scandal didn't break out, it would be difficult to raise his head in Ling Chen's martial arts hall in the future.

Zhou Yan ignored Feng Ao's cannibalistic gaze, smiled, and then swaggered, took out the one hundred taels of gold ticket from Ling Bucheng, who was seriously injured and fainted, and put it in his arms in public.

For Wu Manian, he was born poor, Zhou Yan only taught a lesson, he took some decoction, and he could recover after ten days and half a month.

But for Ling Bucheng, Zhou Yan will never show mercy.

Just now, when he couldn't accept Ling Cheng's punch, Zhou Yan had already put the wish talisman given to him by the Heavenly Dao on his chest in advance.

All wishes come true is a heavenly treasure!

It is a gift from heaven.

If you can't even withstand a mere martial artist's triple punch, it will be a big joke.

Moreover, Ling Bucheng is completely to blame.

The power of his punch, if Zhou Yan didn't have his wish to become a talisman to block, it was not certain that he would be killed by him with one punch, so Ling Bucheng's fist would be shocked by the counter-injury.

Since the other party is so ruthless, Zhou Yan will naturally not show mercy, even if the other party admits defeat, he will take the opportunity to smash the opponent's jaw bone with one punch.

"Zhou Yan, you bastard, Lao Tzu killed you alive today!"

An angry roar rang out.