Ye Chen looked fat, but his body was very flexible, his legs moved quickly, and he quickly rushed towards Ye Ling.

Maybe it was because of the shadow before, after seeing Ye Chen rushing towards him, Ye Ling took two steps back slightly, his face was solemn, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

"Don't be afraid, the center of gravity is lowered. Dodge at the last moment, and attack immediately while dodging. ”

Lei Li obviously felt Ye Ling's nervousness, and hurriedly reminded.

Ye Ling took a deep breath and nodded, his center of gravity slowly declined, his eyes stared at Ye Chen who rushed towards him motionlessly, his face was solemn.

Finally, Ye Chen came to Ye Ling's face, and his round fist swung fiercely towards Ye Ling's cheek.

Because neither of them is a martial artist yet, they can't control spiritual power, so there is no dazzling spiritual power in the battle below the martial artist, and some are just the bonus of spiritual power in the body to speed and strength. But even so, everyone can see the power of Ye Chen's punch, such a punch will definitely break it on the wooden board, and if it hits a person in the face, it may directly knock the person unconscious.

Especially when everyone saw that Ye Ling's center of gravity was only lowered, and he didn't dodge Ye Chen's fist, one after another exclamations came from the field, these young girls who had not reached the martial arts could not see that Ye Ling's spiritual power had seven stages, and they thought that Ye Ling was only five stages of spiritual power at most. According to the common sense of martial arts, the fist power of the eighth stage of the Spirit Power is far stronger than the fist power of the fifth stage of the Spirit Power.

Wu Zihan also put his hands under his chin in a praying state, pursed his lips lightly, and looked at the field a little nervously. Although she believed that Ye Ling could surprise her, she didn't know that Ye Ling's spiritual power had reached the seventh level. Now seeing Ye Chen's fierce attack, her heart still beat violently. She wasn't sure if Ye Ling would be able to block the blow.

"Is this kid going to be tough?"

On the command platform, Ye Ba also frowned, although he had already seen that Ye Ling's spiritual power had reached the seventh stage, but there was indeed some gap between the seventh and eighth stages, and now Ye Chen's punch had added the power of the foot sprint, and Ye Ling was just standing in place.

On the stage, Ye Ling had already held his breath, his eyes stared at Ye Chen's movements motionlessly, and the fist rapidly expanded in Ye Ling's pupils.

"It's now!"

Just when the fist was about to hit Ye Ling's face, Ye Ling's right foot suddenly took a step back, and his whole body turned sideways, and Ye Chen's fist slashed past Ye Ling's eyes, and the fist wind brought by the fist speed made Ye Ling's nose feel slightly cold.

A punch full of power was swung out but did not hit anything, and Ye Chen's rapidly rushing forward body was unstable with a center of gravity, and he staggered forward.

Ye Ling's eyes lit up, although he didn't have any actual combat experience, he could still catch such an obvious flaw. The knee was raised as fast as possible, and it hit Ye Chen's belly fiercely, and a painful ** sound came out of Ye Chen's mouth.

Ye Chen was obviously angry to the extreme, after being kicked in the stomach by Ye Ling, he had already bent down, but at the same time, an uppercut punch hit Ye Ling's chin.

However, because of Ye Ling's knee blow in the stomach, Ye Chen's movements became a little slow, and Ye Ling was startled, but he still dodged the punch with two retreat steps.

Ye Ling's two dodges were dangerous and dangerous, but the visual impact of this thrilling was very good, and the scene was already cheering. In the eyes of many people, Ye Ling was very handsome these two times, Ye Chen did not hit him, and he was also hit by Ye Ling.

"Whew!"

Wu Zihan's clenched hands also loosened a little, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she said secretly: "Come on, Brother Ye Ling!"

On the other side of the martial arts platform, there are some Ye family members, but generally their own children participate in the martial arts test here, and these parents come here to watch. Cheng Ying, dressed in an off-white cloth dress, stood at the front of the crowd, she had just come over, and as soon as she came over, she saw her son's battle. Ye Chen really startled her when she attacked for the first time, but fortunately her son dodged.

However, the expression on Cheng Ying's face still looked a little nervous, she didn't have any strict requirements for Ye Ling, if it weren't for Ye Ling's own dream of martial arts, she would still wish he was an ordinary person. After all, Ye Ling's father died in battle. But at the same time, she understands that this continent is a world where force is respected, so Cheng Ying can say that he is very conflicted in his heart, and he can only pray that his son can become very powerful and strong enough to protect himself.

On the martial arts platform, Ye Chen, who had been hit in the stomach, looked even more ugly, the flesh on his forehead was squeezed into a ball, and there was even a green tendon protruding from his head.

He didn't hit Ye Ling in two attacks, but he was kicked by him, and it was in front of so many people, which made Ye Chen feel very shameless. By this time, he was almost mad with rage.

"Ye Ling, you're looking for death!"

After Ye Chen roared viciously, he rushed towards Ye Ling again.

"With a chicken-shaped fist!"

Lei Li's voice sounded, and Ye Ling hurriedly nodded.

Under the gaze of many eyes, Ye Ling's hands slowly unfolded, his five fingers were grasped together in a hook shape, his right hand was in front, his left hand was in the back, and at the same time, his right foot was slowly raised and stayed in mid-air.

"What is this?"

On the competition platform, Ye Ba raised his eyebrows slightly, and Ye Ling's action actually made him feel like he was seeing a rooster.

Of course, it wasn't just Ye Ba who felt this way, now all the people who were staring at Ye Ling seemed to see a rooster spreading its wings, and its sharp beak was aimed at Ye Chen, who was rushing towards him.

Ye Chen, who was closer, felt even more deeply, he even thought that his eyes were spent, but he didn't think so much about being angry, he didn't care what Ye Ling did, what he wanted to do now was to punch Ye Ling to the ground, and then pounce on it and have a good fight.

"The chicken shape of Xingyi Fist!"

Ye Ling said softly, and then the right hand in front of him slowly moved to his mouth, and the hook-shaped right hand moved back and forth with his neck, more like a rooster about to start.

"Pick up!"

Ye Chen still smashed towards Ye Ling with a punch without any fancy punches, after all, in the Ye family, only those who have reached the level of martial arts are qualified to learn martial arts, and Ye Chen obviously has not learned any martial arts. His attack was only a simple and rough fist.

Looking at this undisguised attack, the corners of Ye Ling's mouth turned up slightly.

The raised right foot took a sharp step forward, and when the fist reached the front, the right hand moved to the right, and the neck moved a little to the left. Ye Chen's fist passed above Ye Ling's shoulder, and at the same time, Ye Ling's hooked right hand fiercely "slashed" Ye Chen's head.

Immediately after, Ye Ling's footsteps moved rapidly, and his other hand also moved forward, and the two hook-shaped hands slammed into Ye Chen's body.

"Ahh

Because Ye Ling's movements were too fast, Ye Chen couldn't react at all, and after the first blow to the forehead, he even closed his eyes directly, allowing Ye Ling's dozens of attacks to fall on him.

With a howl of pain, Ye Chen finally reacted, his fist was clenched again, but this time before he could punch, Ye Ling's right hand suddenly opened and grabbed Ye Chen's neck.

This directly made Ye Chen stop the movements of his hand in fright, his eyes widened, staring at Ye Ling, his eyes were full of shock. He didn't understand how this guy who had no ability to resist in his hands half a month ago did it to be like this, and he didn't believe that he would be subdued by this waste that he had always looked down on.

But the squeezing force from his neck told him that he had lost this competition, because if it was a real battle, Ye Ling's fingers could kill him with a single force.

"You've lost!"

Ye Ling's indifferent voice resounded in this martial arts training ground, and his gaze was also staring at Ye Chen's face coldly.