Chapter Seventy-Two: Cracking the Magic Sound Hundred Cracked Fist

After confronting Li Dongyang for a while, Zhang Ye saw a mark on Zhang Dongyang's clothes, his heart moved slightly, and he said, "I know your identity." You are a member of the branch. ”

Zhang Dongyang nodded and said, "You're right, we are the people of the branch faction. ”

The branch lineage faction, as the name suggests, is a shili composed of branch disciples from all over the Zhang family. Although Zhang Ye's entry into the door has only been more than ten days, he also knows that there is such a shili in the outer gate of the Zhang family.

Hearing Zhang Dongyang's admission, Zhang Ye frowned slightly, and said, "You found me, did you want to pull me into the gang?"

Zhang Dongyang smiled and said, "Not bad." I'm here to bring you in. ”

Zhang Ye shook his head and said, "I'm not interested in this. ”

Zhang Dongyang's face changed slightly, and he said, "You don't have to refuse so quickly. Zhang Ye, if you join us, you can get a lot of benefits, for example, after joining us, no one dares to trouble you in the entire Zhang family. In addition, we can also cooperate with each other to complete some difficult family tasks. In addition, we can learn from each other from time to time to quickly improve our strength......"

Zhang Ye was unmoved, and said: "Of course, it is beneficial to join you, but there are also a lot of restrictions, right? Like now, you want to rob my Qi Gathering Pill." Let's tell you the truth, I'm an idle person, and I have no interest in forming gangs. ”

"Zhang Ye, you really don't know what to do, you don't even give Brother Dong's face. A young man glared at Zhang Ye and reprimanded.

"Zhang Ye, don't think you're amazing......"

"Milky kid ......"

Zhang Dongyang waved his hand to stop everyone's scolding, stared at Zhang Ye and said, "Zhang Ye, let's make a bet." If we win against you, you join us. If we lose, we will leave immediately and stop demanding anything from you. What do you think?"

Zhang Dongyang spoke with strong confidence. He has been in the late stage of the Martial Arts Triple for some time now, and he has extremely rich combat experience. He believed that with these two advantages, he could easily defeat Zhang Ye and convince Zhang Ye of defeat.

For Zhang Dongyang's proposal, Zhang Ye is still very interested. Although Zhang Ye has a lot of fighting experience, he really hasn't tried to fight against a master in the late stage of the martial arts triple. Now that the opportunity is on the door, there's no reason why he shouldn't fight.

Zhang Ye nodded and said, "Okay! Let's start!"

As soon as the word "start" came out, the two immediately formed a state of confrontation. After confronting each other for a while, the two of them shouted at the same time and shot at the same time.

"Bang bang!"

Zhang Dongyang threw five punches in an instant, and the violent fist wind swept the dust on the ground into the air. And when Zhang Dongyang punched five punches, Zhang Ye also cut out five knives, and each time he cut out, they all slashed on Zhang Dongyang's fist, and the sound of energetic blows sounded like fried beans, and the true anger of the two of them poured out, so that several young people next to them had to run away from Sanzhang.

Under the five fights, Zhang Ye only felt that his palms were hot and painful. After all, this Zhang Dongyang's cultivation is above him, although he is on par with him with the domineering momentum of "counter-current slashing", but the palm of his hand is not a knife after all, and Zhang Dongyang's strong true qi is shocked, which makes him very uncomfortable.

Zhang Dongyang's fists were also aching. He has the strength of the late stage of the martial arts triple, and his true qi is much stronger than Zhang Ye. But Zhang Ye relied on a domineering move to forcibly cut off the true qi on his fist and slashed his fist.

The two fought five short battles, and it seemed to be a draw, but Zhang Dongyang knew in his heart that he had already lost. He had been in the realm of the late stage of the Martial Arts Triple Stage for a while. And this chapter leaf, it didn't take long to advance to the middle stage of the martial arts triple stage. When his cultivation is higher than Zhang Ye, he can't defeat Zhang Ye, which means that he has lost.

This result made Zhang Dongyang completely unacceptable.

Zhang Dongyang's battle intent began to burn, his eyes became cold, and the air around his body seemed to be frozen.

Seeing Zhang Dongyang's momentum rising, a young man onlooker suddenly showed a look of surprise on his face, and said, "Spread out a little! Brother Dong is now preparing to use the 'Magic Sound Hundred Cracking Fist'!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard Zhang Dongyang shouting, his fists suddenly danced, and a strange fist shadow was drawn in the air. What's even more terrifying is that with the wave of Zhang Dongyang's fist, there was a sharp and terrifying sound in the air, that kind of sound, like a hundred ghosts looking for food, and like a monster roaring, as soon as the few people watching heard this sound, their faces immediately turned pale. ,

"Huh, it's so weird, it's terrifying!" Zhang Ye was facing this kind of strange boxing technique for the first time, and Rao was extremely determined, and he couldn't help but be taken aback.

"Xiao Xiao Xiao Xiao-" Just when Zhang Ye was slightly surprised, the shadow of the fist in the sky had already broken through the sky. The momentum was like a hungry ghost seeing something to eat, and suddenly rushed straight up.

If an ordinary person suddenly faces this terrible fist, I am afraid that I will not even be able to exert my true strength, and I will be defeated on the spot. But Zhang Ye is not an ordinary person, when his memories are fused, he doesn't know how much he suffered, and he doesn't know how many illusions he saw. Although the sound brought out by Zhang Dongyang's "Magic Sound Hundred Split Fist" was terrifying, it could not shake Zhang Ye's heart at all.

Zhang Ye stepped on the iron bridge to block the river, waved his hands together, and showed a set of knife techniques.

This set of knife techniques is the basic knife method!

Seeing that Zhang Ye actually performed this kind of basic sword technique that everyone can do in front of such a terrible fist technique, the onlookers were stunned, and even Zhang Dongyang was stunned!

"Magic Sound Hundred Cracked Fist" is an intermediate combat skill, how can it be resisted by a mere set of basic sword techniques?!

This chapter must be crazy! He must have been frightened crazy by the magic sound! He must have been beaten to the ground by this terrible magic sound cracking! The onlookers thought at the same time.

When everyone's thoughts were born, the basic sword technique instantly met the "Demon Sound Hundred Cracking Fist", and Zhang Ye's two palms submerged into the boundless fist shadow, bringing out a dense explosion.

"Bang bang!"

In the midst of the noise, everyone was shocked to find that Zhang Ye was not knocked down by Zhang Dongyang, he actually relied on a set of basic sword techniques to block Zhang Dongyang's crazy attack!

"Smack!" Zuihou shook his body and retreated a foot away. Everyone looked at each other, only to see that Zhang Ye was up and down, and there was no scar at all. With a set of basic sword techniques, he actually retreated in the midst of Zhang Dongyang's crazy attack!

The onlookers were all stunned. They couldn't believe their eyes.

Zhang Dongyang was also stunned. After a long time, he smiled bitterly: "My set of Demon Sound Hundred Split Fist is a master of the triple peak of martial arts, and I have the strength to fight." You only have the strength of the mid-stage martial arts triple, how can you block my attack with a set of basic sword techniques?"

Although Zhang Ye successfully blocked Zhang Dongyang's attack at this time, Zhang Dongyang's cultivation was above him after all, and the hard work of more than a dozen records made Zhang Ye's qi and blood churn. Suppressing the churning qi and blood, Zhang Ye said: "The greatest power of your boxing technique should be the magic sound brought by the fist piercing the air, right? This magic sound is useful to others, but for me, it is completely useless." The magic sound hundred split fist that does not work is not very difficult to deal with. ”

Zhang Dongyang glanced at Zhang Ye deeply and left without saying a word.

The onlookers also looked at Zhang Ye with different expressions, and then slowly dispersed.

Zhang Ye looked at his palm and said to himself: "Although this Zhang Dongyang has dealt with it, I'm afraid the trouble is still to come." During this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to be at peace......"