Mo Tianyun practiced Ruoshui Soft Fist and Heavenly Snake Body Method, although his strength was not very strong, he was the best at unloading and grappling. Zhou Bufan thought that this period could make Meng Bai consume more, but he didn't expect to lose faster than Chu Feng.

At this point, Zhou Bufan had no choice, and looked at Gao Qianjun at that time.

Gao Qianjun naturally understood what was going on, and also felt that Meng Bai's situation was very tricky, and as soon as his mind moved, he said to Zhong Yang and Meng Ke, "There are people from both of our families who have gone up, it's your turn to be hit! Why, could it be that you know that your strength is not good, and you want to hide behind and take advantage! I'm afraid it's not good for your own people!"

"How do we act, you still need to worry about it? If you have the ability, you can challenge me as a master, if you don't have the ability, admit defeat early, don't just think about playing tricks!" Meng Ke's words were very sharp, stopping Zhong Yang's impulse and counterattacking immediately.

"I want to apply to play by serial number!" Gao Qianjun spoke again, his hand raised high towards the referee.

The serial number is in order, Gao Qianjun doesn't fully know, but he himself is the last in the seventh. He thought that this would always allow Zhong Yang and Meng Ke to go into battle in advance, so that they would not be able to pick up the bargain in the end. However, before the referee could speak, Zhou Bufan directly objected, "I don't agree!"

As soon as he heard this, he knew that Zhou Bufan's serial number was high.

To defeat Meng Bai, it still takes the two families to work together, so he has no way to go toe-for-tat. Faced with this, he could only helplessly send another person.

"In the next Zhang Hengyu, I see that Meng is good at hard skills, but he wants to compete one or two!"

Zhang Hengyu's figure is not tall, similar to Meng Bai, but he is exceptionally strong, and the muscles around his body are high, especially the pair of temples, which are also slightly bulging, and he knows at a glance that he has succeeded in cultivating outsiders.

In fact, it is precisely like this, he cultivates the Daomen Golden Armor Gong, which is as high as the third order. At this time, there is already a Xiaocheng realm, and he is really copper and iron bones all over his body, and ordinary swords are difficult to hurt. Among the four of the seven, his combat power is second only to Gao Qianjun, and the eight veins of the Qi Jing have passed six.

"If you have the intention, how can I not do it?"

"Smack-"

Zhang Hengyu was to provoke Meng Bai to fight hard with him, and when he agreed, he was naturally very happy.

The air exploded, the waves rolled, and the momentum was amazing.

Meng Bai does not retreat but advances, and the one-style bull demon flicks his tail with the big stele hand "shooting" the word trick, which is really angry and dark.

"Bang-"

With a fierce explosion, Meng Bai stood steadily on the spot, not shaking, while Zhang Hengyu took three steps back before he stabilized his figure. His complexion, black and golden, looked like metal that had been forged many times, but at this moment, his face suddenly turned red, as if he was holding his breath fiercely.

It turned out that Meng Bai Shicai punched the stele and smashed his body with great strength, which shocked his lungs.

This is still Zhang Hengyu's hard work for many years, his skin is rough and thick, and he is extremely solid, but if it was the two before, he directly vomited blood and lost his combat power.

"Not good!"

Seeing this scene, Gao Qianjun instantly tensed, "Persistence, you must insist!"

Meng Bai naturally would not let go of this opportunity, took advantage of the situation, threw out another punch, opened and closed, and went straight into the middle palace.

"I'm also a child of a family, how can I be defeated like this?"

At this moment, Zhang Hengyu was arrogant and suddenly closed his eyes. Seeing this, Gao Qianjun's heart was slightly relieved. But he knew that his own junior had a trick. That is, in the ring competition, he can stabilize Zhang Hengyu's head, it is really a life and death fight, who wins and who loses is not certain!

The moment Zhang Hengyu closed his eyes, the skill of worshipping the gods for many years made a golden-armored god general with a height of one zhang instantly appear in his mind.

Zhang Hengyu's family belongs to a family of gods, inheriting the secret method of Liuding and Liujia, and the golden armor actually belongs to the martial arts that are rooted in the foundation, in order to have a better physique and withstand the power of the gods.

It is said that there are people on the Zhang family who can summon the twelve gods of Liuding and Liujia to come up together, and their strength is stronger than that of the king. But now, from top to bottom, the children of the Zhang family have chosen one of the Dingjia gods as the natal god to cultivate the gods. Zhang Hengyu chose the first place in Liuding Liujia, the Jiazi God General Wang Wenqing!

"Jiazi protects me, and the heavenly thunder subdues the demons!"

Zhang Hengyu muttered in his mouth, and at the moment when Meng Bai's fist slammed in, he opened his eyes.

What a pair of eyes!

Clear and cold, cold and clear, majestic and breathtaking! Faintly, Meng Bai seemed to see Zhang Hengyu shining with golden light on his body, and he was really like a god in the world.

Zhang Hengyu's arm flicked, and his true qi flowed naturally, and he was born in less than half a foot, making a shocking roar, like a thunderbolt.

"Bang-"

Fist fighting, this time Zhang Hengyu did not move, but Meng Bai was shocked back several steps. And the palms of his hands are numb, as if he has been electrocuted.

In the face of this, Meng Bai not only did not fear and be cautious, but became more and more excited. After his Hercules will was achieved, he really didn't have the full strength of his life!

At this moment, Meng Bai forgot that this was a middle school martial arts competition, and he didn't have any heart for gain or loss, and some just went all out and played heartily!

"Good power!"

Meng Bai exclaimed, swung his willow body in the wind, twisted his feet, and rushed forward at a stronger and more rapid speed.

"Bang-"

Another explosion sounded, and both of them took a step back.

Meng Bai's arms were even more numb, trembling unconsciously, and his whole body also had similar inductions, which was quite uncomfortable. This is the heavenly thunder fist of Wang Wenqing, the god of Jiazi, who shoots like lightning and is like thunder!

Zhang Hengyu was also not happy, the big stele hand "patted" the word, and the strength penetrated the internal organs, making his blood agitated, his face was red, and the original divine meaning was greatly attenuated.

"Come again!" Meng Bai seemed to have completely forgotten to conserve his physical strength at this moment, just after one punch, he rose up again, punched to the flesh, and fought hard.

Under the ring, Gao Qianjun and others applauded one after another, because this was in line with their plan. Zhong Yang was also overjoyed, feeling that revenge was promising. The audience outside the venue except for Jiang Yan, who frowned slightly, the rest of the people also applauded. There is no way, the battles in the other rings are very conservative and dull now, and finally there is a fierce one, which naturally has to be greatly encouraged.

Five punches in a row, both of them were evenly matched. However, Meng Bai became more and more excited, but the cold light in Zhang Hengyu's eyes quickly faded.

When Meng Bai's sixth punch was blasted out, the true shape of the Jiazi God General in Zhang Hengyu's mind was already blurred, and he had the heart to fight again, but he found that it was difficult to raise his arms, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The power of the divine fight stimulates one's own potential, and when it explodes, it is a complete weakness.

"This person is too fierce, can't even resist the power of a divine strike?"

"Poof—"

With a muffled sound, Meng Bai's punch did not face Zhang Hengyu, but hit the palm of the referee's ghost hand Han Qing. Meng Bai only felt a soft soft energy wrapping his fist, and all his strength was dissolved in an instant.

"There's nothing he can do, this time, you won!"

Han Qing had to come out, Zhang Hengyu's internal organs were even concussed before, and the injury was not light, but it was only because of the special force of the divine blow that it was not revealed. Now that the power of the divine blow has gone, if you take this punch again, it will definitely be dead. Even now, Zhang Hengyu has not cultivated for ten days and half a month, and he can't get out of bed, so the second chance is completely useless.

At this moment, Zhang Hengyu, who was carried down, was also quite remorseful, feeling that his family had lost his mind and gone crazy, so he contributed to Gao Qianjun like this. However, the matter has come to this point, there is nothing to change, and he can only find Gao Qianjun to compensate afterwards.