The two rolled their lips and argued, and in the end, Duan was told by the articulate Zhang Bairen that he lost his temper. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Duan Santian was depressed in his heart, how could such a war slave who had been trapped for three years be so articulate?

"I won't argue with you, so be it, if my people kill you directly, they will inevitably fall into the pretext of more and less deceit. Duan Santian said indifferently: "So, it will be up to you and me to make a few moves, if you can win me, the business of the previous two will belong to you, and I guarantee that the business of Wushuang Mansion in Red Leaf City will not be oppressed in any way in the future." But if you lose, don't talk about it from now on. ”

This is very fair, Zhang Bairen naturally agreed.

The backyard of the city lord's mansion is a martial arts arena.

Ye Xin stood on the side, and there were four people standing opposite, who were none other than Duan Laosi and the other four innate masters.

The rest were all driven away.

There are rockeries and fake water in the competition field, as well as shady trees, and clear river cloth. The huge city lord's mansion is quite close to nature in this aspect.

The old man begged for a good job and shot first. Duan Santian snorted lightly, raised his hand, and punched out.

He punched out, and the strength of the punch was amazing, and it actually drove Zhang Bairen's clothes that were oppressed by the fist wind to hunt.

Before he got closer, Zhang Bairen could feel that there was a powerful momentum in that punch.

This punch method is also Xuan-level.

Yellow-level martial arts can't play with such momentum.

"Good boxing, eat my palm. Zhang Bairen's innate qi permeated out, and Fu Long's palm formed and exploded.

A palm and a fist were connected, and a powerful wind swept away, and the ground was instantly stirred up with dust, and ripples appeared on a fake water surface half a battle away.

One palm stirs up dust, and one punch moves water lines.

It can be imagined how powerful the palm and fist techniques used by these two people are.

With one move, Zhang Bairen took two steps back, while Duan Tiantian only shook his body and did not retreat.

Judge from above!

Seeing this, Duan Laosi's eyes lit up and he smiled.

Ye Xin was indifferent, without a trace of worry.

Duan Sansan's brows even furrowed, and he didn't have the upper hand.

He remembered that Zhang Bairen's most powerful thing was external skills, at least the innate masters who killed the Chen and Li families that day, in addition to using flying knives, those who fought head-on were all using external skills.

Now, Zhang Bairen uses internal strength to compete with him, but he has only taken two steps back, what if he uses external strength?

He thought that when Zhang Bairen used his external skills to use this majestic palm technique before, the power and momentum were also very powerful.

Nowadays, just using internal power has such power.

He didn't believe that during this time, Zhang Bairen's external skills had not improved.

"Eat me one more punch. Duan didn't have time to think about it for three days, and continued to punch.

And when he punched, his body moved and flashed, and the speed was surprisingly fast, which was a chance that he got a Xuan-level low-grade light body exercise-Feihe Light Gong.

His boxing style is actually mainly changeable, and with this set of body techniques, his boxing style is even more unpredictable.

obviously attacked Zhang Bairen's chest, but the next moment it fell on Zhang Bairen's shoulder, and when Zhang Bairen wanted to reach out to resist, he came to the door again.

"Than speed?"

Zhang Bairen smiled indifferently, and dodged away at a faster speed when his fist was approaching.

He came to the rockery three zhang away, and with a light tiptoe, he actually came to mid-air. He spun around twice in mid-air, and when he fell again, he was already behind Duan Sansan.

Duan Tiantian was stunned for a moment, just saw Zhang Bairen flashing towards the rockery, he was still going to chase after him, but Zhang Bairen's speed was too fast, this was just a time to think, and he had already returned to him.

He could feel a sense of crisis behind him, and a sense of oppression.

Zhang Bairen slapped behind Duan Sansan, the fifth palm of Fulong's palm.

Duan Santian was shocked and hurriedly rolled forward, although his posture was indecent and quite embarrassed, but at least he dodged Zhang Bairen's palm attack.

Even Zhang Bairen was a little surprised when he saw him roll forward and dodge his palm, and did not attack again.

Duan Santian got up and distanced himself from Zhang Bairen, his eyes full of jealousy.

"You take my punch, if you can not take half a step back, count me as losing!"

Duan Santian knew that Zhang Bairen's speed was faster than his own, and he didn't plan to rely on this.

He remembered that he had just punched back Zhang Bairen, and now he planned to attack with all his might.

"Good!"

Zhang Bairen smiled and agreed arrogantly.

Duan Santian drummed up his whole body, and after feeling that powerful internal force, his eyes were also a little more confident.

Shen Waist Zama, waited until his own strength was running to the extreme, and the internal force was poured into his fist, and Duan San's whole person was like a wild horse that had escaped, and instantly rushed towards Zhang Bairen.

That punch was with an unrivaled momentum.

That punch does not stop killing the enemy.

That punch instilled all the internal strength and essence of the three days.

Zhang Bairen didn't dare to be careless, this fist that had been fighting for three days with all his strength, he was naturally able to easily dodge it with his speed.

But I just promised the next, so naturally it is impossible to hide.

However, if he relied on internal force to urge Fu Longzhang, he would probably also need to exhaust his internal force and send out the sixth palm. He didn't want to run out of internal strength and put himself in a vulnerable position.

"Humph!"

Zhang Bairen snorted coldly, he didn't sink his waist, he just stood straight, pushed out with one palm, and his arm emitted the strength of Peiran.

At this time, he no longer retained, and the external power of the middle innate stage burst out, and the fifth palm of the Fulong Palm that was exerted was several times more powerful than the internal force just now!

"Bang!"

The fists and palms intersect again.

There was a humming sound, and the ground stirred up dust, and the fake water that was a foot away from the two of them was stirred up even more waves.

One punch raises the earth and stirs up the dust, and the other palm pushes the waves.

This time, Zhang Bairen's body didn't move, but his arm shook.

Duan Tiantian regressed one after another, taking eight steps back, stepping on a footprint on the ground with each step, and stepping out of a pit at the last step.

"Huh?"

Duan Santian snorted, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his throat was sweet, and blood poured into his mouth, overflowing at the corner of his mouth, but in the end he forcibly swallowed it.

This move fought against each other, instilling all the essence and spirit of Duan Tiantian, and even exhausted all the internal strength, but it was still miserable.

Not only was he repelled eight steps, but he was also finally injured internally.

"Your Excellency. ”

Duan Laosi and the other four people immediately stepped forward to protect Duan Sansan's surroundings, some took out the pill and handed it over, and some immediately reached out and tapped Duan Sansan's back.

Zhang Bairen took his palms and stood up, glanced at Ye Xin, who also came to his side, and immediately stood like this and waited for Duan Santian to speak.

Half an hour later, Duan Tiantian relieved his breath.

Duan Santian's breath weakened a lot, his face was as pale as paper, his entire right hand couldn't be raised, and he covered his chest with his left hand, although he was unwilling and puzzled, he still smiled bitterly: "Zhang Shaoxia is good at martial arts, the old man lost!"