(The second one is sent, thanks to the wind dance ぁ firmament and Hou Xingyu brothers' recommendation.) The brothers and sisters are very powerful, and they are already the thirteenth on the list of newcomer authors, and the pavilion master hereby promises that from tomorrow, every time he rises in the ranking, he will add one more on the basis of the two more)

"Third brother, the battle just now ended too quickly, and it's not over yet!"

Yang Zihao said in a strange uncle's tone to seduce little Lori: "Fighting is the best way to consolidate your cultivation, do you want to have a battle with your eldest brother?"

Yang Zihao's proposal made Bing Feng's heart pound: as soon as Fang broke through, he fought in a hurry, and his use of true qi was far from reaching the point of being like an arm, and the distance was more than a little bit worse.

"I just want to help you control your true qi," seeing Bing Feng's expression, Yang Zihao was overjoyed, as if he saw Bing Feng struggling and wailing under his fist, so he continued to induce him by striking a hot iron, "Don't worry, I will grasp the proportions." ”

"Look at the guns!"

Bing Feng doesn't like to drag mud and water, and since he has made up his mind, he no longer hesitates. After a reminder, the spear was the first to strike. Yang Zihao was overjoyed, and he also caught up with a shot.

"Bell", the symphony of gold and iron, crisp and pleasant.

is different from the battle with Wang Shijie, this time the focus is on the use of true qi. Both of them used basic marksmanship, Bing Feng only used the power of the gold system, and Yang Zihao also controlled his skills at the first floor of Zhuyuan.

Bing Feng wins on a solid foundation, and Yang Zihao wins on the subtle control. One of the two spears is like a dragon in the East China Sea, flying up and down and thundering, and the other is like a tiger in Nanshan, flashing and moving, and it is difficult to distinguish for a while.

Divine thoughts emanated, and all changes within five meters of the surrounding area were under control. Bing Feng carefully paid attention to the changes in Yang Zihao's strength, slowly realized the opponent's true qi use method, and unconsciously immersed himself in it.

As his perception gradually deepened, at a certain moment, Bing Feng tried to add a trace of earth-based true qi to the gold true qi.

Native gold, but not simply one plus one equals two, but equals three. With the continuous injection of soil power, the power contained in the Hundred Forging Soft Steel Gun has gradually increased.

"What a demon, even this can enter an epiphany!"

Bing Feng's state naturally couldn't hide from Yang Zihao's eyes, and while he was happy, he was also very envious. Originally, he had made up his mind to abuse the other party, but he had to act as a temporary coolie, carefully increasing the strength of his hand again and again, in order to maintain balance and prevent interrupting the other party's epiphany.

Just when Yang Zihao was able to raise his skills to the peak of the second layer, Bing Feng let out a long roar, and his excitement was overflowing, obviously benefiting a lot from this epiphany.

"Big brother, look at the boxing!"

A shot swept away Yang Zihao, Bing Feng laughed, suddenly abandoned the gun, stepped lightly, dodged and bullied Yang Zihao, and the sixteen-style grappling fist of the special police force in the previous life rolled out.

Known as the "Iron Fist Crazy Gun", Yang Zihao's attainments in boxing are naturally not shallow. At the moment, he did not show weakness, and also greeted him with a broken army.

The two punched back and forth, one attacking fiercely and the other counterattacking fiercely. In the middle of the fight, Yang Zihao completely forgot his promise of "mastering the proportions", and his skills were mentioned again and again, and he soon went all out.

Bing Feng also forgot his original intention, and a strong desire to win rose, and the five qi circles were fully opened, and the bronze body was running at full strength. Just listen to the sonic boom, and the warband is surrounded by dust, rubble, and energy.

"It can't go on like this!"

With a secret sigh in his heart, Bing Feng forcibly suppressed the churning qi and blood in his chest, and changed his previous slamming and rushing to fighting in all directions.

Although there is only one line between the peak of the third layer of Zhuyuan and the fourth layer of Zhuyuan, the difference between this line is an early stage and a middle stage, and the two are very different.

Bing Feng can overwhelm Wang Shijie, who was at the peak of the early stage, but against Yang Zihao, who has not long entered the middle stage, he is at a disadvantage, and the gap in cultivation is fully revealed.

But what is Bingfeng best at? Tactics, of course. When the enemy is strong and we are weak, the best way is naturally to avoid its edge and make use of its strengths and avoid weaknesses.

Shen Nian scattered five meters around his body, and the opponent's every move was under control. The footsteps were connected, and the soldiers were always unable to attack, narrowly avoiding Yang Zihao's frontal attack. For a time, there were soldiers in all directions.

Without the opponent's counterattack and containment, Yang Zihao's fierce fist was completely opened, and he could only hear the fist wind, and his fists flashed everywhere.

Although it lacks the bloody stimulation of the needle tip to Mai Mang, this thrill of winning or losing is even more exciting, and everyone is worried and screaming.

"Whew", Yang Zihao's heavy breathing was clearly audible.

You can't attack for a long time, and you will lose if you attack for a long time.

can't attack for a long time, even if he has the cultivation of the fourth layer of Zhuyuan, Yang Zihao's body technique will inevitably lag, and his punching speed will decrease slightly.

"This is the time!"

Bing Feng's eyes lit up, grabbed a flaw in the opponent, moved horizontally under his feet, dodged and bullied Yang Zihao, ten successful bursts, and the enemy's fist "side kick and horizontal kick" took the initiative to attack, "snap", hit the latter's waist, Yang Zihao retreated.

The momentum is unforgiving, and the soldiers do not give the opponent a chance to counterattack at all, and take advantage of the victory to pursue and expand the results.

The method of leisurely swimming runs to the limit, following you like a shadow, directly close to the body, straight punches, swing punches, hooks, kicks, front kicks, side kicks, head, elbows, knees, fists, palms, fingers are all used, the tricks are ruthless, the fists are to the flesh, and the opponent's flesh and weakness are greeted.

After three or five breaths, there was a muffled snort in the dust, smoke and fog; after seven or eight breaths, Yang Zihao's screams came out; and after more than ten breaths, there was finally a cry of "third brother, stop, big brother admits defeat".

"Is it still the third brother? It seems that my fist is still not big enough!" Bing Feng's playful voice then sounded, but his subordinates did not pause at all, and continued to punch and kick.

"What does shrimp mean, what does it matter if you close the size of your fist?" Hearing this, Yang Zihao couldn't help but be stunned.

"Pap, papa, pap", just this stunned kung fu, and there were more than a dozen ruthless tricks on his body.

"Big brother, stop, little brother, I admit defeat!"

Under the pain, Yang Zihao's bear-like head turned quickly, and he quickly understood the crux of the problem - this black-bellied kid is going to seize power!

When Yang Ziyi bullied Bing Feng that day, the declaration of "big fists is the last word" was vividly in his ears, if Yang Zihao still didn't understand Bing Feng's intentions at this time, then this fight was really in vain!

"Well, that's fine!"

Not only did he beg for mercy, but he even shouted out such numb words as "big brother" and "little brother admitting defeat", and everyone stared at each other and fell to the ground.

"Second brother, it's just a matter of cutting between brothers, what admits defeat or not, see more outside!"

Bing Feng's apologetic voice sounded, but he said in his heart: Why did you understand it so quickly? Can't you think about it for a while? Where can I find such a good target in the future?

Seize the last time to make up for a few old punches, and Bing Feng reluctantly retracted his fists and feet.

After a few breaths, the dust and mist gradually stopped, and two figures were gradually revealed.

Bing Feng was light and breezy, and there were not even a few folds in his clothes, but Young Master Yang was dressed in a super beggar costume, with a huge pig's head on his head, staring at a red rabbit eye and a black panda eye, his face full of resentment.