"Come on, let's get over it!"

Jing Jun suddenly remembered that he hadn't fought close to anyone for a long time, this was not actually because he didn't like it, but since he came to the Eastern Continent, the first thing he encountered was the infinitely powerful wind chime, and it was purely seeking abuse to fight with him with his bare hands.

Secondly, Donghai Town is full of minotaurs who are three larger than himself, and although he himself is very confident in his fighting skills, he knows that he is good at defense and has long-lasting stamina, and the slightest mistake will inevitably make a disgrace, which will damage the invincible image he has established by relying on firearms and lightning magic.

Today, I saw Hate Tian fighting with the corpse toad, although the process was very short, but it could be seen that Hate Tian was very flexible, and he also saw that many of Hate Tian's actions were done at will, and there was no routine at all.

The most important thing is that he feels that Hating Tian's body size is similar to his own, but his arms have grown a bit, and his tricks can confirm whether his kung fu has fallen for so long, and maybe he can also point out Hate Tian.

Besides, how can he think that the strength of the hated sky is also above the middle level, so it is better to compare his fighting level and what position he is in now.

Although he had never been out of southern Xinjiang, he also knew that magicians focused on the size of mental power, rather than physical strength, and when Jing Jun came to the rescue, he knew that it was magic.

He opened his mouth, not knowing how to organize the language, and finally said, "Uh, that, big brother, are you sure you want to fight me?"

Jing Jun saw the expression of hatred of the sky clearly, and did not argue with him, smiled slightly, and said, "That's right, come on! Let the eldest brother and I weigh how many catties and taels you have!"

With that, the lunge bent slightly, one hand leaned forward, and the other hand clenched into a fist on the chest, and a sanda starting pose.

Hating Tian's nostrils were slightly open, and his breath was obviously heavy, and Jing Jun's last sentence of "weighing two catties" made him a little unbearable.

He has been rejected by his clan since he was a child, but he knows that he will repay his kindness, even if he has not had the opportunity to repay it, he will at least respect him.

From meeting Jing Jun this afternoon to now, he has seen that this young man who resembles an ape-man but is denied by him is very good, and there is no disdain or even ridicule in his eyes from beginning to end.

He was grateful, but it didn't mean that he could endure everything Jing Jun had done, including his contempt for his strength just now.

"So, big brother, you have to be careful!"

After that, the corners of Hatetian's mouth were tightly pursed, his eyes were sharp, and he was waiting for an opportunity to move.

Jing Jun's smile remained unchanged, and his outstretched fingers flexed a few times, signaling to attack the sky.

Hating the sky is not an earthling, but seeing Jing Jun's slightly provocative gesture, he also understands that he still doesn't take himself in his eyes, his eyes burst with fierce light, and he roars and rushes towards Jing Jun.

Jing Jun could see from the process of rushing up from the hatred of the sky that this kid still needed a lot of practice, and subconsciously shook his head, and slightly turned to the side to avoid a fierce throat probing of the long arm of the hatred of the sky.

Hating Tian's eyes always paid attention to Jing Jun's every move, including the slight shaking of his head in front of him just now, his blood suddenly gushed upward, but this blow that used eighty percent of his strength had already failed, and because the strength was a little great, he couldn't stop it.

The right half of his body was open to Jing Jun, and he was anxious.

But Jing Jun did not take advantage of the situation to attack, but took a step back and said, "Come again!"

Hate Tian is very smart, and realized that this was Jing Jun's intention to let him, and before the war, he turned cautious, knowing that his eldest brother, who he had just met, was not only a very rare lightning magician, but also had good strength in fist and foot fighting.

Through this trick, he no longer has a contempt for him, and stands still, looking for flaws.

However, he obviously underestimated Jing Jun's patience, and after standing for a minute, Jing Jun's expression remained unchanged, including the posture under his feet and hands.

However, he could no longer stand the torment of this waiting, and once again compared his hands to a serpentine shape, like a snake's head spitting out a letter, and crossed towards Jing Jun.

This time, Jing Jun's brows furrowed slightly, his arms were already longer than him, and his arms were now hooked with five fingers, which was really like two poisonous snakes opening their mouths to bite, and the range of movement was very small, which made it not easy for him to find the kind of strength at the beginning to use the old opportunity to fight back.

This is the beauty of hating the sky, he has been in the snake tribe since he was a child, although most of the clansmen have a disdain for his background, but the young man is really smart, and no one is willing to teach him the art of assassination, he is stunned to learn a lot of moves through secret observation intermittently.

When his mother died of depression, he realized that there was no place for him in the tribe, so he went into the deep mountains and dense forests alone, and had to fight against those thieves and poisonous insects all day long in order to survive.

Of course, with his initial strength, it was true that he would lose more than he could win against a well-trained snake thief, but he had constantly observed the movements of the poisonous snake when attacking its prey, which was simple and effective, and he himself then integrated the animal's instinctive movements into his attack moves, so that he found that it really worked.

In the past few years, his snake fist can be regarded as decent.

At this time, Hate Tian gradually used his self-created moves, which really made Jing Jun a little confused for a while.

Jing Jun is very different, his height is 1.75 meters, his weight is 65 kilograms, and his congenital physical condition is not very outstanding.

Therefore, when learning the art of grappling, those power-based routines are not suitable for him, and he himself knows that even if he learns it well, he may not be able to use it to the fullest.

For example, his boxing skills can bring down a few small thieves, but when he encounters well-trained European and American soldiers, he is indeed not an opponent in this respect; he has also practiced Russian Sambo, but he is not at all able to withstand the strong body of a fighting nation.

Their strength is too great, no matter how much they practice, it will be in vain, the so-called one force will drop ten!

Of course, Jing Jun also has the advantage of being relatively small, that is, flexible, and eventually he delved into the national art of sanda, and then combined Wing Chun and grappling gloves, and then supplemented by both conventional and basic strength training, and in three years, he actually won a place in the military fighting competition, especially in recent years, he has become the second place in martial arts.

In the exchange and competition with foreign countries, the kind of fighting that has always admired strength is not necessarily his opponent.

Now, Jing Jun suddenly saw two poisonous snakes like hatred of the sky, because he had never seen this type of offensive method before, and it was not good to make a rash move in a hurry.

And his sniper training has made him develop the opportunity to find the kind of one-hit defeat in complex situations, so he gives full play to the advantages of his flexible body, and concentrates on finding the flaws in the attack of Hatetian.

Five rounds passed, Jing Jun dodged and rushed to the back of Hate Tian, and without waiting for Hate Tian to turn around, he stretched out his hands and firmly stuck his left elbow on his left arm.

Hate Tian suddenly found that his left arm seemed to be unable to move, not even the most basic rotation, and he even found that as long as Jing Jun's arms were forced, his arm would "click" and break into two.

In a panic, he stopped struggling, and his mind, which had always been smarter, kept reflecting on the situation under which he was locked up like Brother Jing just now.

Jing Jun also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said in his heart: "This kid has no routines at all, and it's not a good thing for him, it took so many rounds to find this flaw! It seems that his fist and foot kung fu also have to step up his training!"

Feeling that the hater had stopped resisting, he let go of the arms that locked his shoulders and elbows, and said at the same time, "Try again!"

Hating Tian felt that he had lost a little inexplicably in this round, and he was not very convinced, so he rubbed his shoulders, turned his elbows, shook his wrists, looked at Jing Jun with puzzled eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, come again!"

The two fought again.

Jing Jun was because he had never seen such an offensive mode that was completely like two poisonous snakes, and he planned to find an effective strategy to control the enemy.

Hating the sky can see that this not very strong person is really not simple, aside from magic, it is not his own ability to fight, even in hand-to-hand combat, it seems that he can not take advantage of a little, but he can take the opportunity to improve his moves and improve his strength.

Mao Yanran, who was watching the battle on the other side, also opened her eyes with excitement, the two of them had their own moves and skills, but in general, they were both flexible and attack-type combat methods, and to a certain extent, they were more suitable for self-defense and even killing the enemy, so they couldn't help but follow the gesture with their little hands and feet.

After another three rounds, Hate Tian was kicked to the ground by Jing Jun, and his long arm was locked again.

Regained his footing, hated the sky and was still dissatisfied, and always felt that Jing Jun had tricks, and a lot of his strength was useless.

With a gloomy face, he attacked again.

Jing Jun's cautious expression stretched out at the beginning, he had already roughly figured out the trajectory of the Hate Sky attack, after all, he had not been systematically trained, the moves were repeated and procrastinated, and it might be okay to kill the beast, but if he really wanted to meet a warrior or assassin of the same level, the eighth layer might be defeated.

However, obviously this kid was still not convinced, Jing Jun did not speak directly, and responded calmly, after two moves, his hand became an eagle's claw, and he locked the throat of hate, and his fingers had touched the skin of his neck.

Hating the sky's face was like ashes, and he couldn't understand why he could be restrained by Jing Jun after a few moves at the beginning, but the further back he looked, as if he was just about to make a move, Brother Jing knew which part was vacant at the moment of the shot.

Could it be that his strength is so weak, even if he has just undergone the medicinal effect of the blood lotus seed?

Jing Jun put down the hand that stopped at Hatian's throat, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and praised: "Brother, the kung fu is very good!"

Hating Tian's eyes stared directly at Jing Jun, and he said in a dumb voice: "Big brother, why is this happening?"

Jing Jun was stared at by the eyes of the hated sky, and hesitated slightly: "Uh, what?"

"Why was I caught by you before I could use the strength I felt, and the slightest movement would hurt my muscles and bones, this feels so aggrieved!"

Hate the sky bowed his head and said hatefully.