Wu Fan returned to the center of the ring and confronted Mu Tian.

Mu Tian was not the kind of arrogant martial artist, on the contrary, he understood that the lion fighting the rabbit still needed all his strength, even if the opponent was too young and several grades lower.

The life-and-death duel with Wu Fan made him feel ashamed, it was simply an insult to him, and he didn't plan to keep a low profile, but the helmsman of Bujiaquan was his mentor, and he couldn't refuse.

Besides, Wu Fan's three-punch wild words yesterday made him unbearable, he wanted to tell this young man that in the next life, he must know what it means to be high and thick!

"You said yesterday that I could hold you three punches?" Mu Tian asked coldly.

"Yes!" Wu Fan admitted decisively.

"Give you a chance, I'll stand here and let you punch me three times!" Mu Tian said, in fact, he wanted to say that if your three punches can make me take half a step back, I will cut myself, but for the sake of caution, he didn't.

The conversation between the two quickly spread around the ring.

"Three fists, the third level of martial arts has internal strength to protect the body, and the third level of a warrior who has not cultivated internal strength is afraid that thirty punches are useless!"

"That's it, it's an ant tickling an elephant!"

"Who knows, maybe this Wu Fan has some family heirloom skills, I have pressed him by a hundred, if I upset, I won't have to worry about living expenses next month!"

"You're just thinking too much, can a kid who just crawl beat an adult?"

No matter what the outside world says, Wu Fan is extremely calm in this matter, he has also seen a third-level master of Wuying in Nanda, but it is the first time to fight head-on.

Wu Fan stretched out his right index finger and swung it in the air.

"All I need is a punch. ”

"Hmph, I hope you have the capital to be arrogant!" Mu Tian straightened his waist, his knees bent slightly, although there was no obvious big movement or posture, but in fact, he had already dispersed the internal qi in his body, and the moment he determined Wu Fan's fist path, the internal qi would condense to a point, and at that time, as long as he flicked violently, the rebounding internal qi could shock Wu Fan into internal injuries.

It's not that Mu Tian is too insidious, but this is just a trick of a martial arts level master, if the opponent is also a martial arts level, his own internal strength will cancel out this rebound force.

Since the other party was so polite, Wu Fan naturally would not be humble, he stopped one meter away from Mu Tian, his left foot forward, his right fist was close to his waist, his right foot fell on his left foot for half a step, and his left hand was slightly stretched forward.

"Can you see which one's routine it is?" asked the head of the wild crane road of Qingcheng Mountain to Zhou Shui of Emei Mountain next to him.

"I heard that this person is Nanda, and in the case, he should have taken the path of Nangong, but this is obviously not. Zhou Shui didn't see what kind of routine this was, so he had to guess, "It's a way I've never seen, it should be an ancestral one." ”

"Look at it like this, it should be the way to play short. Ji Lan, who was sitting in the middle, also interjected, although he served in the relevant departments, he was also a martial arts master.

And the so-called short fight, which is literal, is good at close-range attacks and close-quarters grappling.

"Hmph! No matter what way he goes, if he doesn't cultivate his internal strength, this punch will only hurt him alive!" Li Jin of the Shushan Sword Sect is a hot character, and he said it directly.

Regardless of the discussion on this high seat, Mu Tian, who was standing opposite Wu Fan, felt the clue.

Wu Fan in front of him was too quiet, yes, it was too quiet, Mu Tian couldn't find any adjectives, but if he closed his eyes, he would feel that there was no such person in front of him at all.

You must know that a person like him has extremely keen perception, and can even feel the fluctuations in the air, even if he closes his eyes, he can sense nearby enemies through the flow of air, but the problem now is that he can't feel the air fluctuations caused by Wu Fan at all, as if there is no such person in front of him at all.

But Wu Fan was obviously standing in front of him like this!

He didn't understand that Guoshu made such a breath, at the moment of the shot, Wu Fan would close the pores of his whole body, and hold his breath in his body, and this breath would become stronger and stronger with the fight.

This kind of ability, which is close to the natural instinct of the animal kingdom, is not possessed by internal strength cultivators, and national art cultivators can control every inch of qi and blood in the body, without a little strength, and even the fluctuation of the heart, the flow of qi and blood.

"Drink!" This is a muffled shout, if it weren't for the keen hearing of the masters present, I'm afraid they wouldn't hear it, the reason why they suffocated was because Wu Fan was afraid of being released in one breath.

Mu Tian had a keen insight into this punch, and also analyzed the trajectory of this punch, and instantly raised his internal strength to his left palm, wanting to wrap this punch.

Wu Fan's punch drove the air, and the cold fist wind was almost about to cut through the air, and at the moment of the punch, the dark energy had already converged to the right fist.

"Bang!"

Mu Tianmeng then took three steps back, his left palm was numb and unconscious, and the bones of his left palm were already shattered!

This punch is a high score!

Wow!

The audience was stunned!

Chen Xi, Liu Xiu, Ding Bo, including the guests and notaries of various sects sitting on the high seats, all felt incredible!

That's not how the script is written!

It's acting, right?

The audience couldn't believe their eyes, and the samurai third-level punched a martial artist third-level with deep internal strength to push back three steps!

It's like a pig crashing into an elephant!

"What's going on?" muttered the host, but his words were heard through the microphone throughout the square.

"yes, what's going on?"

No one can figure it out!

"This is what the master called dark energy?" only Ding Bo guessed alone.

And some of the guests sitting on top of the table also found clues.

"That's not the power of the boxing itself, right?" Zhou Shui, who was more attentive, asked.

"That's an ordinary boxing!" Ji Lan affirmed, he is also a boxing master, so he can naturally see it, so he continued: "Although the posture and fist posture of the punch are very good, it will definitely not cause such an effect!"

And in the audience in the square, Old Man Xu snickered, "This kid really has a hand!"

At this moment, the most uncomfortable thing was naturally Mu Tian in the field, his left palm was broken alive, and the severe pain made his brows tighten.

Only he understood that when he came into contact with Wu Fan's punch, a domineering force squeezed into his body, destroying his bones, and his internal strength could not resist at all, like a pair of scissors cutting through the muslin.

"What kind of weird power are you?" Mu Tian directly asked the most urgent question for everyone present.

"The dark power of the national arts!"

Wu Fan has nothing to hide, since he has come to this world, he can't be unknown if he inherits the national arts, if it's just an ordinary society, but this is the era of the whole people practicing martial arts, and the national arts should show its due glory in this brilliant era!

"National art?"

"Country-oriented, defending the country, and only killing the enemy without performing martial arts is called national art!"

"Isn't that the killing technique of the battlefield?"

It is not without martial arts like the national art that is based on actual combat and pays attention to efficient killing, and the army's "Seven Methods of Killing" is this martial art, but there is no such destruction as the national art, and the gap naturally lies in the dark energy.

"Guoshu is a martial art created by our ancestors by observing the connection between animals and nature and developing the mysteries of the human body. Wu Fan replied briefly, it is not now to spread the national arts, and there is no need for him to do popular science for his opponents who are not dying.

As if seeing Wu Fan's intentions, Mu Tian forcibly suppressed his internal qi to stop the sharp pain in his left hand, and then said: "I have already paid the price for my light enemy, then I will go all out next!"

After such a seemingly simple punch, he already regarded Wu Fan as the most powerful enemy in his life, even if he only had one hand left to use.

"Mu Tian is in danger!" it was Ji Lan who spoke, but he didn't worry about it, after all, the two didn't have much friendship, "But I'm more interested in national arts, and I always feel that this is a completely different path from martial arts." ”

"Guoshu Guoshu" Old man Xu muttered to himself, approaching his expression but extremely excited, "I must snatch this kid down later, I must grab it!"

"Even if it's dead!"

The audience present could clearly feel that Mu Tian seemed to have suffered a dark loss, and the balance of victory tilted towards what everyone did not expect.