"I'm not sure you'll be able to hold on to these eleven punches, and I'm not sure there's a chance you'll ever have a chance to get me to punch you. The old man in the robe gestured with his hand to the height of his buttocks, "Because I don't know how powerful your fist is, whether it can match the strength of such a tall little brat, you have to punch me to be sure." After you throw the first punch, I know the rough idea. ”

Feng Sanshao didn't hear the huge difference between what he said and the specious words of the other party, "You can persevere", and he was angry with the little kid in the back.

"Dwarf oil, I'm so grumpy, then I'm really welcome?" San Shao was obviously enraged.

"If you are too polite, you are insulting and irresponsible to yourself, come on!"

The old man in the robe had spiritual power to protect his body, but he did not summon out the dragon armor, he wanted to rely on his true body of the third level of the enlightenment realm to resist the power of Feng Sanshao's first-level flesh fist of the god realm.

Of course, he also wanted to try the application of martial arts that he had recently learned from Sister Menghan, and he had comprehended and innovated in the application of martial arts.

He stretched out a finger and signaled that he was going to withstand the first punch from Third Young Master Feng.

Feng He said in his heart, the second master made it clear that he wanted to live, and I didn't dare to use all my strength with this first punch, otherwise I would be killed with one punch, and I wouldn't be able to deal with it.

However, the fist is not a weapon after all, and no matter how heavy it is hit on the body, it will not weigh much. Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, gathered the dantian, started to exert force from the waist, and then passed to the shoulder, arm, and fist, and punched the opponent's chest.

When the fist was about to touch the body, the spiritual power of the old man in the ge-robed robe was carried to the range of the contact point, and the muscles contracted, hiding the spiritual power in the muscles. Then, prepare to disperse, gather, reverse......

"Bang ......"

A bright purple light flashed, and Feng San Shao had transformed into a divine realm, and of course his fist and martial arts skills had already fused into the realm.

The two sides parted with a touch and each stepped back.

The audience saw that Ziguang was wrapped in a fist and attacked his body, and the old man in Ge robe received a hard punch, and then "kicked, kicked, kicked, kicked, kicked, kicked......" and took six steps back to stop his body, but he did not fall.

The audience saw that the old man in the ge-robed robe was in pain, and squatted on the ground for a while before standing up, rubbing his hands on his chest for a few breaths. Proceeded six steps in the direction where he had been standing, returning to the starting point.

From the punch to the return to the original point, it took dozens of breaths.

On the other hand, Feng Sanshao, he only "kicked, kicked, kicked...... and took three steps back, and he didn't retreat as hard as the old man in Ge Pao.

Feng Sanshao took three steps forward and returned to the original point.

From swinging the fist to returning to the original point, it took less than ten breaths.

The strength level of these two people, of course, is high in the eyes of the audience.

"It's basically judged, with your punch strength, it's really not much different from a little fart, you can't hold on to eleven punches, and you don't have a chance to be punched by me. The old man in the old robe stroked his chest with his left hand, and stretched out two fingers with his right hand, signaling the other party to punch a second time.

Feng San's hands were faintly painful, and even his internal organs were shaken, accompanied by a burst of churning of qi and blood, chest tightness and panting. But when I saw that the other party had been squatting on the ground for a long time just now, and now he had been rubbing the beating place on his chest, thinking that the symptoms were the same as his own, or even heavier than himself, he didn't pay much attention to it.

Distance.

Ma Ming turned his head to look at Su Qiang, and said strangely: "You didn't knock it down, it can't be that Feng He didn't use his strength, right?

Su Qiang nodded, "This old guy is really weird!Senior Brother Ma, what should we do with the two of us?"

"Don't dare to get too close," Ma Ming muttered to himself, turning his head to look at Su Qiang, "Let's quickly change places." ”

The more crowds under the ring

The more people gathered, the so-called more people were chaotic and more drought, many onlookers were not calm, and all kinds of noises came out again.

"What the hell is this?"

"I'll you!"

"Sanshao, how many fires did you leak last night?

In the whole crowd in the audience, the most excited and happy was the wine fairy: I just got acquainted with this brother, it turns out that he is so strong! The other party is a powerful god realm, and he didn't do anything to my brother, God!

The tall, purple-robed female cultivator surnamed Lin shook her head and sighed: "This Feng He only used three percent of his strength, but he didn't even defeat the other party, this eleventh level difference, the realm difference between the two great realms, one percent is enough to defeat the other party!

Actually, he only took six steps back! Only three steps back less than Feng San, incredible! It's incredible! It can't be that the old man is hiding the realm, right?"

"Miss, this old man, no matter how you observe it carefully, the spiritual power realm is indeed the eighth level of Yuanying. The bodyguard next to him frowned.

The other bodyguard also nodded his head in the same direction.

The old man in the old robe stroked his chest with his left hand and waved his right hand, and everyone was quiet again, he stretched out two fingers of his right hand and motioned for the other party to punch a second time.

Feng Sanshao was entangled, just now with this punch, he only used three percent of his strength, I was afraid that if I used all my strength, I would kill him when I came up, he took six steps back in a row, how much force should I use this time?

The crowd didn't know that he was muttering in his heart, and urged:

"Why did you stop?"

"Hurry up!"

"What's the matter, three less!"

“......”

The three young hearts are horizontal, fainting and dying, the sky is going to rain, the mother is going to get married, and he can't care so much, sixty percent of his strength! He waved his hand decisively, and the falling leaves under the stage could be heard in an instant.

Taking a deep breath, his shoulders and elbows were heavy, his breath sank into his dantian, his waist, shoulders, arms, and fists transmitted his strength in turn, and he threw a second punch and hit the right side of the opponent's chest.

This is not the kindness of the three young people, he must protect his "spoils", otherwise it will be difficult to go back.

The old man in the robe acted according to the law, and the spiritual power was carried to the place where the fist landed, and the muscles contracted, hiding the spirit in the muscles. Then, prepare to disperse, gather, reverse......

Purple light flashed......

"Bang ......"

"Kick, kick, kick, kick......"

This time, the old man in the ge-robed robe took four steps back in a row, and then stopped his figure, he just bent over in pain, rubbed his hands at the force for a while, and took four steps in the direction where he was standing, returning to the original point.

From the punch to the return to the original point, it took more than ten breaths.

On the other hand, Feng Sanshao, he only "pedaled, kicked...... and took two steps back.

Although Feng Sanshao only took two steps back this time, he felt a churning of qi and blood, a burst of colic in his internal organs, poor breathing, and even a few breaths for a time when his breathing stopped completely, his face turned red and purple, almost suffocating, and he was slowing down, seeing that the other party began to go back, he quickly forced himself to take two steps and return to the original point.

From swinging the fist to returning to the original point, it also took ten breaths.

After returning to the original point, I was still a little out of breath for a while!

Distance.

Ma Ming rubbed his eyes vigorously and said, "This punch still didn't fall?

Su Qiang asked worriedly, "What should the two of us do now?"

"Looking at it for a while, I don't know what is going on, I really want to ask Feng He, what are the two of them doing! These two punches didn't use all their strength!" Ma Ming seemed to mumble to himself

Facing Su Qiang, the latter had no words and really didn't know how to pick up the topic.

Under the ring.

The crowd of onlookers stared at each other for a long time before they became noisy again.

"~"

"I just blinked, what's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Hate Feng Sanshao is not a gang~"

“......”

Wu Jiuxian: "......"

Under the ring, the female cultivator surnamed Lin nodded slightly and said: "This time, Feng He has changed from three percent strength to sixty percent strength, and this old man has taken two steps back, and actually only four steps back! And this time the two of them returned to their original place with almost the same time, basically evenly matched, a little interesting! These two people are getting more and more interesting!"

"It's really interesting. The bodyguard next to him frowned.

Another bodyguard chimed in.

In the ring, the old man in the Ge robe touched his chest with his left hand, and stretched out three fingers with his right hand, signaling the opponent to punch the third time.

The audience instantly held their breath, and the scene became extremely quiet, and the fallen leaves could be heard.

"It's normal to hit someone else's body and your own hands hurt, but why is the chest tightness, panting, blood churning, and stinging in the internal organs?" Feng Sanshao didn't want the other party to know his miserable situation, and deliberately kneaded each other with his left and right hands, one was to relieve the pain in his right hand, and the other was to divert the attention of the pain in the internal organs.

Sixty percent of the strength can't help him, go all out, ten out of ten, three young I don't believe in your evil anymore.

Inhaling deeply, exerting force at the waist, shouldering arms, and arming fists, Feng Sanshao instantly threw a third punch, wrapped in the sound of "whirring ......".

The old man in the ge-robed robe once again carried the spiritual power to the falling fist, and the muscles contracted, hiding the spirit in the muscles. Then, prepare to disperse, gather, reverse......

He is strong by him, the breeze blows the hills, he is horizontal by him, and the bright moon shines on the river.

Third punch.

Purple light drifted by......

"Bang...... Poof......"

The sound of fists touching the body was synchronized with the sound of clothes breaking.

"Kick, kick 、......"

After the old man in the ge-robed robe took two steps back, his body had stabilized, he bent over in a slightly painful way, rubbed his chest a few more times with both hands, and took two steps in the direction where he was standing, returning to the original point.

From being punched to returning to the original point, it took less than ten breaths.

On the other hand, Feng Sanshao, he only "kicked the ......" and took a step back.

Although Feng Sanshao only took a step back this time, his suffering was clear to himself: the qi and blood in his body were turning over the river and the sea, the internal organs were colic and tingling, and his face was suffocated for a while, and his face turned dark purple when he was suffocated, accompanied by a strong fear of dying, his breathing did not slow down, and his throat was hot, and a mouthful of hot blood gushed out.

Coughing up blood in public, what are you kidding? He tried his best to hold back and not vomit, and forcibly swallowed it, swallowing the blood he coughed up for the first time in his life, this strong blood surged, and the stimulation of his mouth and nose almost made him nauseous to the point of vomiting.

He saw that the other party had begun to walk back, but his qi and blood were still surging, it was difficult to breathe, his steps weighed more than a thousand catties, and he couldn't move half a step.

With a good face, he forcibly wanted to step forward, but he suddenly exerted great force, and finally a mouthful of dark red blood spurted out......

It wasn't until dozens of breaths later that I was able to move my feet, take a difficult step, and return to the original point.

From swinging his fist to returning to the original point, it took dozens of breaths, and during this time, he swallowed blood and sprayed blood!

Even after returning to the original point, I was still gasping for breath for a while! Chest tightness plus angina, tingling pain in other organs!