Zhan Chen's steps became heavier and heavier, and the momentum on his body became more and more turbulent, and he faintly reached the peak of a three-star martial artist, but unlike the young man in Tsing Yi just now, Zhan Chen's momentum appeared even thicker.

Like a dormant beast, it hides its ferocity and hides it.

Once it erupts, I am afraid it will be a landslide and a crack.

"Let you be stormy, I will be as free as the fog and the wind. Zhan Lang frowned slightly, put away his laughing expression, put his hands across his chest and formed a strange seal, the steps under his feet changed, and the whole person appeared light.

Looking like this, do you want to overcome rigidity with softness?

"Hmph, then I'll beat you like fog and wind. The Yellow Rank Martial Technique - Tianshuang Fist seemed to see through Zhan Lang's thoughts, Zhan Chen's fat figure accelerated violently, like a humanoid cannonball, between the swings of his fists, the fierce fist wind raged, and the fist shadow in the sky flew up and down, submerging Zhan Lang's body almost instantly.

It's hard to imagine how this guy managed to achieve such speed and body with such a fat body. Is it really as people say, every fat person is a potential stock?

In the eyes of many people, Zhan Lang is already at a complete disadvantage, and I don't know if this guy can continue to stand on this martial arts platform after this round of attacks.

Hey, it is said that real gold is not afraid of fire refining, but this is too forbidden to be refined, right? Is this guy's victory just now really just a coincidence, or luck?

Of course, the layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway. This is just wishful thinking on the part of many people, because they are not strong enough and can only see the appearance.

There are also many people, such as Zhan Tianxiong and other elders on the viewing platform, and of course, Yun Xiaotian and several other high-level martial artists on the stage.

At this moment, Zhanlang's figure is like a flat boat, looking as if it will be submerged at any time in the stormy waves, but it can walk lightly with the wind and waves every time, and even flutter through the staggered gap between the wind and waves.

It's thrilling, but it's easy.

Zhan Chen's face became more and more ugly, of course he didn't think that he could easily defeat Zhan Lang, although he looked down on this guy's style of talking on paper, but after all, the cultivation of a four-star martial artist was there, if he really underestimated the enemy, I am afraid that he would repeat the mistakes of the former.

Therefore, as soon as he made a move, he went all out, and used his best martial arts, wanting to rely on his melee advantage to fight fast and break through with strength.

But who knows, this guy's body style is so weird, like a falling feather, seemingly soft and fragile, vulnerable, but he can always move with the wind at critical times, and his fist style can't touch him at all.

The key thing is that this guy obviously has a lot of opportunities to fight back, but he has no intention of making a move, but lets himself attack.

Only defend but not attack, there is retreat but no advance.

What does this mean? Do you want to use yourself as a whetstone to hone your martial arts? Or do you disdain to attack yourself?

Zhan Chen felt a great humiliation, gritted his teeth, and the fist shadows in the sky gradually dissipated a little, and each punch seemed to become a lot slower, but the strange thing was that although the speed of the punch was slower, the angle was more tricky, and there seemed to be an inexplicable connection between each fist shadow.

"Zhan Lang, you forced me! This was originally my killer plan to fight against Qing Xuan, I want to see, where can you hide?"

"Heavenly Frost Fist, frost falls. Zhan Chen let out a muffled snort, and countless fist shadows formed a strange formation, and there was a trace of chill out of thin air, and even the air around him became a little viscous.

As the chill deepened, Zhan Lang's figure seemed to be restricted, and finally slowed down a little, but it didn't seem to have a great impact.

"It's good, it's really good, I didn't expect you to be able to cultivate the second weight of the Heavenly Frost Fist, I'm afraid there is no second person in the Zhan family, right?" Zhan Lang felt the chill in the air with some surprise, and said with emotion while dodging the opponent's fist shadow.

"Your frost fist is more than fierce this day, and your skill is insufficient, but this second layer of frost realm is not proficient, and the coverage is limited, otherwise it will be really troublesome. However, if you really kill the enemy to the death, the other party will not obediently stay between your small square inches?"

"Hey, by the way, I suddenly had an idea, this day the frost fist can attack and sleep, if it is paired with my Zhanjia's body martial art "Water Moon", the effect will definitely be twice the result with half the effort. Zhan Lang chattered with interest, and seemed quite satisfied with his thoughts.

Some of the people watching the battle around couldn't help laughing, some glared angrily, and even couldn't help laughing in the audience.

Even Yun Xiaotian, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, looked helpless, he knew that this guy really didn't mean to mock the opponent, but the key is that your thinking is too jumpy, right?

Can you know a little bit about the world?

Are you fighting?

Can you respect your opponents?

Zhan Chen's eyes were wide open, and his face was flushed, half of them were tired from the attack just now, and half of them were angry by Zhan Lang's words just now. His lips trembled, but he couldn't even say a word of rebuttal.

Why do you suffer from this?

Although the camps are different, there is no need to be hot-headed and rush to be this up-and-coming bird, right?

Now that I'm teased and even humiliated in front of everyone, how can I hold my head up in the Zhan family?

It's just someone else, but a guy who knows "on paper" all day long pointed at his nose and told himself: Your actual combat is not good...... Should this be the case......

"Ah...... Zhan Lang, you bastard, Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu fought with you. Zhan Chen wailed, he no longer had the momentum he had before he took the stage, and the attack was even more violent, but he lost his previous rules.

Whew...... Whew......

After a while, Zhan Chen knelt on one knee, gasping for breath, reaching out to wipe the sweat stains from his forehead, raising his head slightly, and staring at Zhan Lang with resentment in his eyes.

"In this battle, I admit defeat" Finally, Zhan Chen sighed helplessly, slowly stood up, hugged his fist towards Zhan Lang, and bowed slightly to Zhan Tianxiong and others on the viewing platform, turned around and jumped off the stage to leave.