The stands around the Vertical and Horizontal Valley Ring were quiet, and everyone in the Wang clan was silent.

Since ancient times, the establishment of ethical order in the family is the first priority, but no one has spoken out to reprimand the new generation to provoke the seniors, which in itself is a kind of support.

Young people are always forgetful, and you can't ask a group of twenty generations to remember a decade or more of history.

Wang Chan is just a simple name for them, although Wang Chan walked the world back then and fought for a lot of face for the Wang family.

But there is such a thing as an example, the wine of sorrow is not allowed to fail, once it fails, how high it has been held, and how hard it has fallen after that.

Holding the Tiannan Heavy Weapon in his hand, but his body was on the verge of being shattered by a loose cultivator, and in the end, he had to invite out the Ancestor Dharma Body to pick up a life.

For this group of teenagers who were at most ten years old at the time, they didn't care how many causes and consequences there were, they only knew that Wang Chan's failure made these teenagers unable to raise their heads for a long time.

Why is it that other families are undefeated, but it has to be my family's defeat, and it is not because they are not strong enough?

Holding a breath in their hearts and then growing, when they grasp the power, they will unconsciously think, if I were the holy son of the Wang family, I would never be like this.

The twenty-seven-year-old Wang Tu of the new Daozi was full of rebelliousness, pointed to his predecessor on the stage and said: "The fierce blade divine armor is on the side but was ambushed and killed by a nameless cultivator, how can you Wang Chan be worthy of the name of the Holy Son of Tiannan?"

This young man, who is extremely confident in his own strength, wants to use this battle to make the clansmen in the Vertical and Horizontal Valley understand that it is not that the Wang family's martial arts are weaker than other factions, but that the Daozi Wang's Zen skills are not as good as others.

The cold light in his eyes was like a knife, and Wang Tu declared war on the following grams.

Regarding the reckless challenge of trusting Daozi, Wang Chan's face was as usual, but his heart was happy.

At this time, after returning from injury, he urgently needs a chance to prove to his family that he is still the warrior with the posture of a holy king, and he is still one of the four most dominant members of the younger generation.

What better way to establish authority than to point out the new Taoist?

Wang Chan stood up with a smile, jumped down from the stand, and stood in front of the young Daozi.

The young Daozi, who thought he had seized some great opportunity, activated his bloodline and turned into a giant ape with a white head and bare feet and fur like flames.

The thick arms like stone pillars formed the secret seal of Dunjia, and a low and majestic roar resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Soldiers, soldiers, fighters, all, arrays, columns, in, front.

The dazzling light of the nine secrets of Dunjia turned into a mysterious injection into the giant ape's body, and Wang Tu came out with both fists, like a thunderbolt.

In a face-to-face combat situation like a ring battle, physical cultivation is very advantageous, and the continuous offensive can interrupt the construction of any complex spiritual skill model, let alone the formation.

At such a distance, Zhu Yan, who was strengthened by Dunjia, grabbed the lead, and in the eyes of the Wang family disciples in the stands, the result was already very clear.

"Zhu is tired of blood, Dunjia Xiaocheng?"

In the face of Zhu Yan's powerful offensive with his fists raining, Wang Chan floated between the fist shadows like a fallen leaf, obviously the ring was blown up by the fist wind, but it seemed to be a leisurely stroll.

This plot is not right, the young disciples of the Wang family in the stands looked at each other, obviously Wang Chan majored in the Yin and Yang Imperial Art and the same formation, how could this be?

In the midst of the rumbling fist shock, Wang Chan opened his mouth quietly, but his low voice spread throughout the vertical and horizontal valleys, and everyone's faces changed when they heard it.

"If the physical skills are compared to whose strength is greater and whose skin is thicker, then this skill is really in decline. ”

"Let's see the real physical arts!"

The brilliance of the nine secrets of Dunjia bloomed in the shadow of Zhu Yan's fist, the eyes of the young man who was strolling leisurely were like knives, the galloping qi and blood were swimming in the meridians, and the roar of the tiger and leopard's thunder suppressed the thunderous fist.

Wang Chan turned defense into offense, and the son wearing Dun armor had the capital to fight with the giant ape, and then the fist shadow tore the wind, like a meteor that cut through the sky.

Compared with Zhu Yan's huge size, Wang Chan can be called slender, but when the fist with the sound of tiger and leopard thunder hits the ground, it always makes the fierce Zhu Yan wail.

"Open... What are you kidding, Zhu Yan's bloodline is already invulnerable, and with the blessing of the Nine Secrets, even the spiritual skills of the Xuan Realm can hardly hurt him in the slightest, how can this punch make Zhu Yan retreat again and again?"

"No way, I must be hallucinating, it must be!"

In the stands, there are many young disciples of the Wang family who feel that their worldview is shattered, but there are also slightly older ones who can see some doorways.

If Wang Tu's Zhu disgusting body is the ultimate of strength, then Wang Chan is the pinnacle of skill.

There is an old saying among practitioners of physical arts, saying that if you don't practice your strength, there is no point in practicing it again.

The so-called qi and gong are the internalized strength, and Wang Tu naturally understands this truth, and it can be seen from his fist and thunder that this person's strength is not low.

But the strength and weakness are all contrasted, and the so-called strength is the power generated by controlling the body.

Wang Tu's physical talent is excellent, but he is too young after all, and more importantly, the potential of Zhu Yan's bloodline is too strong.

If Zhu Yan's strength is one hundred, then Wang Tu can only fully grasp it now.

And Wang Chan is the other extreme, his own strength is at most ten than Zhu Yan, but after the strengthening of Dunjia and the amplification of strength, the power should not be underestimated.

Don't look at Zhu Yan's fist like thunder, it is because the strength is overflowing, and Wang Chan seems to have no fireworks, but each blow has the fusion of several heavy strengths and all of them erupt in Wang Tu's body.

That is to say, Zhu Yan's bloodline is really strong, and if he goes up to any other, I am afraid that he will be beaten to death by Wang Chan with two or three punches.

It is said that the authorities are obsessed with bystanders, but the contest between physical skills is only known by passing hands.

For example, Wang Tu, who was completely exploded in the skill section at this time, was extremely aggrieved, and as soon as he came up, he opened all his firepower to take the lead, in order to ensure the continuity of the continuous fight, but he didn't expect a wrong step, a wrong step, and fell into such a hell that he couldn't turn over.

Unable to completely control Zhu Yan's power, he is now the meat on the board, and Wang Chan can concoct it as he wants.

Although he was aggrieved, he also knew in his heart that opening Zhu Yan's bloodline was still suppressed, if he didn't open it, the result would only be more bleak, the other party's attainments in strength were like masters who had been immersed in physical arts for decades, but what Wang Chan was better at was obviously formation, wasn't it?

In other words, the other party just used the physical skills that he was not so good at to complete the suppression of himself...

That's it.... What is the strength of the Four Little Saint Kings?

If Wang Chan's strength is so strong, then what kind of character is the demon lord Gou Chen, who almost killed him?

Zhu Yan in the ring was doubting life, but the high-level Wang family in the ring was amazed by Wang Chan's performance.

"Gu Master, do you think Wang Chan's physical attainment...?"

The old man with several sarcomas protruding on his forehead squinted at Wang Chan, who had the upper hand, and said lightly: "Under the grandmaster, it is difficult to resist. ”