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After he left, Zhou Jin clicked on Zhao Shirong's name.

Mo Yin Lux is more than a zhang tall, with large shoulders and a round waist, and his heavy body can press cracks out of the stone slab even if he stands still.

Zhao Shirong's posture is light, his skin is like condensed fat, just standing there is already pitiful, at this time standing opposite Moyin Lux, just like a young child facing a strong man, even Zhou Jin sighed slightly, a little worried.

Compared with Sima Chaoqun, Zhao Shirong's strength is far behind, and compared with Liu Suifeng, Zhao Shirong's light skills are slightly inferior.

What is surprising is that Zhao Shirong has persisted longer than the two of them combined!

Zhao Shirong has a graceful body, a tight defense, two flowing clouds and water sleeves, graceful like a swimming dragon, his body is tortuous and changeable, weak and boneless, which is an eye-opener for everyone in the field.

Everyone else was still there, but Sima Chaoqun was stunned and couldn't help but say, "There is such a wonderful woman in the world!"

However, although Zhao Shirong's martial arts skills are wonderful, his real cultivation is not in the realm of mind movement, and Moyin Lux, as a secret magic weapon of the White Tiger Hall, can compete with the Divine Refining Grandmaster, so naturally it is not something that Zhao Shirong can defeat.

After hundreds of moves, Moyin Lux changed his moves, his two arms shook suddenly, and then he turned into softness, flying like a long whip, and he overcame softness with softness, breaking Zhao Shirong's two water sleeves.

Zhao Shirong saw that he couldn't do anything, and he was not reluctant, so he showed off a little, and quit the copper pillar circle and admitted his defeat.

Zhou Jin nodded and said, "What a woman who knows how to advance and retreat!"

After Zhao Shirong retired, there were only three people left in the hall, namely Li Shenzhou, Fang Yingkan and Bai Cheng.

Zhou Jin didn't take the list, and shouted directly: "Fang should see it!"

Fang Ying looked at Wen Yan, and his face suddenly sank.

Judging from the order of the previous people's appearances, he had vaguely guessed that Zhou Jin was shouting from low to high according to the results of the first test. He thought that among the last three people, Zhou Jin would call Bai Cheng or Li Shenzhou first, and then call him last, but he didn't expect that the first one would be called to his head.

Fang Ying looked at the incomprehensible son, although he was humble on the surface, but in his heart, he always thought that his martial arts and wisdom were unparalleled in the world, and it was hard to believe that these two people would actually press on his head. Especially Li Shenzhou was born in the Danxia faction, he has been taught by a famous teacher since he was a child, and it is okay to win him once in a while, this Baicheng is just a small sect disciple in a remote state capital, and he can actually press on his head, which really makes him extremely angry!

Fang Ying's face became cold, holding a spear, and slowly walked towards Moyin Lux.

Seeing him coming, Moyin Lux raised his head to the sky and roared, a move of "double wind piercing the ears", his fists were divided into left and right, and both fists hit Fang Yingjian's head at the same time.

Fang Ying saw that he snorted, and the spear in his hand stabbed and picked it up towards the head of Moyin Lux.

The spear came first, and Mo Yin Lux left him with both fists, and he was stabbed in the face with a shot. Ink Silver Lux hurriedly retracted his hands and grabbed at the spear.

Fang Ying let out a loud roar, shook his arms and shook the spear, lifting the ink silver wrestler high and flying out of the eight copper pillars!

Just now, when he was observing the crowd fighting with the ink silver wrestler, he found a loophole in the rules.

Every time he fights someone, he does not use his full strength as soon as he strikes, but first fights with weaker strength, and then slowly exerts his strength over time.

He formulated tactics, and as soon as the two sides clashed, they launched their full strength, wanting to pick out the Moyin Lux in one fell swoop in the circle of eight copper pillars besieging the city, and directly lay the victory!

Bai Cheng instantly figured out Fang Yingkan's tactics, and blurted out: "Good ability!"

Zhou Jin's eyes narrowed, he smiled, and said, "What a clever boy." ”

Liu Suifeng and Zhao Shirong glanced at each other, even if they could think of this move, they were unable to use it, Fang Yingjian Although it was opportunistic, it did have real skills.

Sima Chaoqun roared and said, "What a cunning Fang Ying, dare to take advantage of me." ”

He has great strength, if he is calculated by heart or not, he may not have a chance to knock Moyin Lux away.

It's just that Deng Cangsheng lost too quickly in his previous shot, but he was defeated and withdrawn from the circle in three moves and two styles, and it wasn't until he personally played that he found that Moyin Lux was getting stronger and stronger!

Fang Ying saw that he had a trick, and a light smile appeared on his face, but this smile had disappeared before it bloomed.

Mo Yin Lux was in mid-air, his palms split out in a row, and his palms hit the copper pillar in the air, and he easily rebounded back.

Zhou Jin said leisurely: "Moyin Lux is strong when it is strong, and how much strength it exerts depends on its own grasp of the battle situation, do you think that the things developed by our White Tiger Hall are waste?

Mo Yin Lux landed on his feet, shook the floor and made a sonorous sound, clenched his fists, and punched out in the air. Fang Ying looked at the mistake under his feet, and gently dodged, but the speed of his body was not under Liu Suifeng.

Mo Yin Lux misses one punch, and one punch comes again, and his two fists strike in a row like a machine gun. The strength of the fists, like spears and halberds, is powerful and terrifying.

At this time, Fang showed the mastery of the marksmanship that Fang should see, a jet-black spear, like a dragon swimming outside the sky, unpredictable, or point or poke, or block or pierce, for a while, it was against the ink and silver wrestlers, and did not fall behind at all.

Bai Cheng was secretly surprised in his heart, he had seen a lot of quenching level martial artists, but there were very few who could compete with the qi cultivation masters, and even those who did not fall behind, and the strength of Fang Ying's true strength was still above his estimate.

After hundreds of punches, Moyin Lux did not fail at all, not only was the punch speed not slow, but three points faster, and the strength was more powerful, occasionally smashing a punch on the ground, it was a small pit.

Fang Ying frowned a little, he was only a cultivator at the quenching level, although his martial arts skills were high, his physical strength was limited, and he couldn't support it a little.

Moyin Lux punched out with both fists, smashed eight punches in a row, and the eight strong winds struck in all directions, locking the eight key points that Fang should see!

Fang Ying saw that he had been fighting for a long time, and his physical strength was exhausted, the spear in his hand slowed down slightly, and one of the punches could not be removed, and he was punched firmly on his shoulder, and he couldn't help but stumble.

Moyin Lux took advantage of the situation to pursue, and hit several punches in a row, and went straight to Fang Yingkan's vital point.

Fang Ying saw that there was no hope of winning, so he immediately made a decision, stood on tiptoe, flew out of the copper pillar, turned around and rushed to Zhou Jin and said: "Qi Zhou teaches and practice, and the disciple Fang should see and admit defeat." ”

Zhou Jin nodded and said: "There is a strategy, knowing how to advance and retreat, Fang Xiaohou really lives up to his reputation, but it's a pity that his results are a little worse." ”

Fang Ying looked at it and said with a smile: "The disciple admits gambling and loses." ”

Sima Chaoqun shouted loudly: "Master Fang Xiaohou, why don't you use the Blood River Sword? Fang Daxia's Blood River Sword is taken out, and you still don't chop the Moyin Lux into seventeen or eighteen pieces?"

Fang Ying looked at it and said lightly: "Fang Mou is unwilling to rely on the benefits of the divine soldiers. ”

Sima Chaoqun laughed and said, "I'm afraid you can't urge the Blood River Sword, right?"

Fang Ying looked at him coldly, turned his head, and was silent. (To be continued.) )