Wang Heng showed a very uncomfortable smile on his face, how to say it, his smile was simply a prelude to being beaten up. It makes people want to beat up this bad boy when they see it.

Zhen Sanshan Zheng Xi's eyes were wider than a bell, and a wide mouth under the big nose opened and closed, and the rumbling words came out, "Ah... Well, the kid on the other side, you are so bold, you actually came to the flames to spread wild, don't you know your Grandpa Zheng in Sanshan?"

Zheng Xi's mouth almost amused Wang Heng, is this still a martial artist? Oh, it's too TM funny.

Wang Heng said with a smile: "Ah, it turns out that you are the famous Zhensanshan? ”

Hearing the "flattering" words of the kid opposite, Zheng Xi couldn't help but be proud, and pondered to himself, "Look, the reputation of Sanshan in my town is still good, and even this kid who smashed the field knows his big name." ”

After pretending to be majestic for most of the day with a big belly, Zheng Xi suddenly understood again, "No, since this kid knows my name, how can he dare to come to the flame smashing field? Isn't this not taking my town Sanshan in his eyes? MD, is this kid teasing me?"

Not to mention, although Zheng Xi is a little confused, his mind is not stupid, and after some careful thinking, it really made him think of the key.

With a "bang" in his hand, Zhen Sanshan pulled out a nunchucks from his back waist, and shouted angrily while shaking, "Boy, you dare to tease your grandfather, I want your life." ”

The nunchucks were five hits, and the heavy sticks smashed into Wang Heng's forehead and chest with a scream.

Wang Heng also put away his expression at this time, and was engrossed in it, the black pipe hit the air crit, and carried the nunchucks bit by bit.

For the first battle in his true cultivation world, Wang Heng condensed his energy, and in the surging internal strength of his whole body, he poured into the black pipe like a stormy wave.

In the first blow of both sides, no one retreated, no one let anyone, and they all fought hard to the death. Zhen Sanshan has always maintained this style of hard fighting, and Wang Heng wants to verify his true cultivation through this hard fight.

The sound of "bang bang With a flick of his wrist, the nunchucks swept out a fan and slashed his waist, like a black python wrapped around his waist.

In the hard fight just now, the black pipe in Wang Heng's hand was hit by Zhen Sanshan's nunchucks and swayed left and right. The tiger's mouth position in the palm of the hand was numb for a while, and although the internal strength was injected into the black stick, the difference in arm strength was still shown.

If it is just a brute force competition, Wang Heng will fall behind 100% of the time. However, the most important thing in the cultivation world is to look at the depth of cultivation and the overall strength of the comprehensive.

Wang Heng exhaled softly, pressed the tip of his left foot to the ground, and his figure quietly withdrew three steps like a floating cloud. After avoiding the stick on his waist, Wang Heng's feet interacted with each other, and his body rushed forward like an angry arrow.

The black pipe flickered in front of Zheng Xi, while his eyes were still stuck in the phantom of the black pipe. The internal strength runs in the black pipe in a rolling manner, driving the black pipe to twist in the air and split out eleven pipes, which is the first time that Wang Heng's internal strength skills have been used in weapons.

The exquisite internal strength completely acts on the wall of the stainless steel pipe through the black pipe, and a layer of illusory faint black emerges on the body of the black pipe.

Like a rolling black dragon, the black pipe was whipped on Zhen Sanshan's shoulder at least three times in the midst of its teeth and claws. This is Zhen Sanshan's dodge, or it will not be directly hit on Zhen Sanshan's head.

Zhen Sanshan, an intermediate martial artist in Xuanduan. As soon as they started fighting, they were hit one after another by Wang Heng's black pipe. The wild temperament in the blood was stimulated at once, and in a muffled roar in his mouth, Zhen Sanshan slanted his shoulders and slammed into his opponent. At the moment of the top and the bump, the thick right leg was arched, and the protruding knee slammed into Wang Heng's lower abdomen.

At the moment of crisis, Wang Heng's body turned slightly, and his lower abdomen let go of the knee in the attack. The left shoulder suddenly lowered, and from the bottom to the top, it blocked the shoulder of Zhen Sanshan like a light sand.

In the light hissing air friction, the black pipe rushed forward abruptly in the air, and at the moment when Zhen Sanshan's shoulder was leaked to the side, the round head of the black pipe poked hard at Zhen Sanshan's right rib.

There was a soft sound, and the not-sharp head of the black pipe, with the blessing of internal strength, actually stabbed into the ribs of Zhensanshan. Although at the critical moment, Zhen Sanshan retreated and unloaded most of the power on the black pipe, the round pipe head was still inserted into his ribs about two inches.

Regardless of the blood surging, Zhen Sanshan took four or five steps back in the scream, and sat on the ground with grinning teeth.

Kicking on the ground, Wang Heng's figure moved forward, the black pipe waved into the wind, and rows of black stick shadows swept up with the huge body of Zhensanshan.

Angry shouts erupted, and a lancet with two blades, with a cold light that had not yet been glimpsed by his eyes, suddenly appeared on the left side of Wang Heng's neck. This is the bantam tiger's lancet, seeing that Zhen Sanshan is in danger of retreating, he hurriedly draws his knife and rushes up.

Wang Heng's face remained unchanged, and when he exhaled, the black tube in his hand was slightly picked, and with a "poof", he knocked the lancet out. The figure was flying, with a bad aura and wrapped in a cold wind, the black pipe in his hand waved up and down, and in an instant, nineteen pipes attacked in a row.

A dense black shadow of the tube formed an angry sea of pipes and a black ocean of rods around the body of the bantam, drowning the bantam tiger in the turbulence.

The bantam tiger didn't expect that the young man in front of him was so deep in cultivation, so fierce in attack, and lost the opportunity to fight as soon as he fought. In this passive situation, it is not easy to move back in a short period of time.

The bantam tiger gritted its teeth and screamed angrily, and its black face showed a red tide with all its might. With the blessing of internal force, the lancet in his hand quickly waved in front of him like the wind, and the beating white light was like a chain of lightning, connected by lines.

In resisting the attack of the black pipe, it suddenly shone brightly, like an exploding electric ball, and the lancet surrounded his body and shot angrily at Wang Heng, who was around him.

The sudden attack wave made Wang Heng, who was originally standing on the upper hand, constantly retreat. The black pipe in his hand and the lancet that attacked like a storm constantly collided with each other, and a series of gold and iron strikes sounded like a fireworks cannon in the New Year.

Black shadows and white light were mixed together, and angry shouts and muffled voices were mixed together. In an instant, the two figures came together like Mars hitting the earth.

In the fierce fighting, Wang Heng's heart burned with anger, and in the roar, his body violently pierced up, rolling continuously in the air, and each tumble drove six lightning strikes from the black pipe.

The head of the pipe poked downward, and the moment it was poked, the pipe body was smashed, poked and mixed, and fell down again and again. The rolling internal energy was instantly poured into the black pipe, and in the three fantasy heels in the air, the eighteen pipes smashed down like dense rain, covering the sky and the sun, and swaying again and again.