"I challenge you, you shouldn't have to spend 10 billion, right?"

While Dongfang Zhanlong was speaking, his fists were like hammers, hitting Tang Fan's ears from both sides.

Tang Fan quickly retreated, feeling that two heat waves blew through his ears. If he hadn't been protected by Panshan Sutra, even if he was not hit, he would have been injured by the Gangqi.

"Brother, you..."

Tang Fan didn't understand why Dongfang Zhanlong attacked him.

"Do you guys know how to hide?"

Dongfang Zhanlong shouted loudly, withdrew his fists, raised his feet, and headed straight to Tang Fan's chest.

The qi is released, and this kick is like a tiger going down the mountain. If it is kicked, ordinary people will definitely be kicked to death.

Dongfang Zhanlong's move is a killer move, without any reservation.

Tang Fan was also angry. He secretly traveled to Panshan Sutra and wanted to resist his kick.

"Bang!"

The two of them were shocked one after another, and Tang Fan felt his chest numb. The peak attack of the Martial Emperor Realm was really powerful!

As the Martial Emperor realm, Dongfang Zhanlong has reached the level of an ancient martial arts master. In terms of melee combat, he is definitely not an opponent below the Nascent Soul in the Cultivation Realm.

"Brother, what are you going to do!"

Tang Fan asked in confusion.

"Tang Fan, if you don't use the magical powers of the Immortal Sect, do you dare to fight me?"

Dongfang Zhanlong looked excited. He was a martial arts man and he was hard to fight against. Now, seeing Tang Fan being kicked, he was full of excitement.

"Since that's the case, I'll fight you with joy!"

Tang Fan had already vaguely guessed the purpose of the Eastern Battle Dragon, and made a move, preparing to use the boxing technique of Bajimen to face the enemy.

"I don't have one hundred billion!"

Dongfang Zhanlong laughed loudly. As he spoke, he stepped on his legs and his body was like a cannonball that was shot straight towards Tang Fan.

"You think this is the Tiangang Eight Immortal Fist that my Dongfang family has passed down for more than two hundred years, and it will never be passed down!"

Dongfang Zhanlong's fist magnified infinitely in front of Tang Fan, covering the sky and the sun, and attacking straight towards his face.

When Tang Fan heard the words of Dongfang Zhanlong, he became more convinced of his guess.

He faced the enemy with one punch and his other hand hit the opponent's lower abdomen.

"Your fist path is too simple!"

Dongfang Zhanlong's body shrank slightly and bowed back, causing Tang Fan's fist to emptie.

Then, his body bounced back like a spring, and his fists took advantage of the momentum, and as soon as he rose and started, the fist wind completely enveloped Tang Fan.

"Bang!"

"ah……"

Although Tang Fan avoided his right fist, his ribs were swept by his left fist, and he wailed and his body flew backwards.

Although he had the Panshan Sutra, this rib was his life gate and was relatively fragile.

"What a quick boxing technique!"

Tang Fan rubbed his ribs and his bones were almost broken.

"I only hit 50% of the speed and 60% of the strength in that punch just now!"

The Eastern Zhanlong fell to the ground with a calm expression on his face.

Tang Fan nodded silently. He understood that Dongfang Zhanlong was not ridiculing him, but telling him the gap between him and the Wuhuang realm.

"Come again, see how fast I am!"

Tang Fan stepped on the ground with his feet and combined the twelve whirlwind styles he had learned with the Qiankun step and performed them.

His body turned into afterimages and instantly kicked in front of Dongfang Zhanlong.

But Dongfang Zhanlong didn't raise his head at all. He raised his right arm and blocked his flying foot.

"You...can you see my feet?"

Tang Fan was stunned for a moment. At this extreme speed, Dongfang Zhanlong could not see him stumble.

"I can't see!"

"But you..."

"Brother, I knew you had amazing eyesight. This might help you practice, but in battle, your good eyesight is exactly your weakness!"

"My weakness?"

Tang Fan stopped attacking and stood in front of Dongfang Zhanlong and asked.

"The practice is spiritual, and you rely on your heart to understand the great way, not to see with your eyes. Ancient martial arts is also the same. When you see the opponent's attack with your eyes, it will be too late. If you want to become stronger, you must ignore your eyes, make a judgment in advance, and take the initiative. Do you understand?"

"Ignore your eyes..."

"Remember one sentence, what you see is already happening. No matter how fast you are, you can't stop what has already happened..."

Before Dongfang Zhanlong finished speaking, his feet had already arrived and kicked Tang Fan hard in the chest.

"ah!"

Tang Fan flew backwards, not angry at his sneak attack, but instead asked excitedly: "Is this your all-out effort?"

"It's only 70%!"

"Come again!"

Tang Fan ignored the pain on his body, wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and ran towards him again.

"It's not that you are not fast enough, but that I predicted your fist path..."

Every punch and every kick Tang Fan can be accurately intercepted by Dongfang Zhanlong.

"Bang bang bang..."

Tang Fan almost beat all the ancient martial arts moves he knew, but did not hit the critical point of the Eastern War Dragon.

It was just because of his strong body that under such a block, Dongfang Zhanlong's limbs were painful.

"Your kid's body is really hard, it's time for me to attack below! This is my improved Tiangang Eight Immortal Fist, which combines my lifelong understanding of martial arts!"

Dongfang Zhanlong roared and displayed his martial arts without any reservation.

"ah!"

"oops!"

At first, Tang Fan screamed constantly. If he hadn't been strong in his body, he would have been injured long ago.

But gradually, when Tang Fan used his purple eyes to remember all the opponent's boxing techniques and became familiar with the way of urging his internal force, his dodging speed became faster.

Then, he could make a few more punches to respond. Until the end, Tang Fan simply used the Tiangang Eight Immortals Fist to fight Dongfang Zhanlong.

In order to let Tang Fan see clearly, Dongfang Zhanlong repeated this set of boxing techniques over and over again.

The two of them fought back and forth until they fought for hundreds of rounds, and finally they were exhausted.

At this time, both of them were bruised and swollen, but they looked at each other and smiled.

"Brother!"

"Ha ha……"

The two hugged each other happily.

"Brother, thank you for passing on the merits!"

Tang Fan said with emotion. He now understood that Dongfang Zhanlong must have come to train him after hearing about the Baji Sect's challenge book.

Dongfang Zhanlong knew that Tang Fan's ancient martial arts moves were complicated and simple, and he had not learned them systematically, so he did not hesitate to pass on the family's secret Tiangang Eight Immortal Fist to him.

"I didn't pass it on to you, you learned it yourself!"

Dongfang Zhanlong laughed. The Dongfang family has family rules and cannot pass this set of skills to outsiders.

Tang Fan nodded and said, "I am still not your opponent when I don't use the magic spell."

Dongfang Zhanlong said: "It is easy to get started with ancient martial arts, but it is difficult to go out. Unlike you who practice, you can walk around the world as long as you learn a magic!"

Tang Fan asked, "Brother, Leng Yijian, the leader of the Baji Sect Law Enforcement Hall, who challenged me, is said to have just been promoted to the Martial Emperor Realm. How is it compared to you?"

Dongfang Zhanlong said: "He is not my opponent. Although I have just broken through to Emperor Wu, if it weren't for the disability of both legs before, I should have broken through ten years ago. My foundation is not comparable to him. What's more, what's the difficulty for my Dongfang family to destroy the Baji Sect!"

Dongfang Zhanlong is definitely not talking big. Putting aside the force, it is too easy to destroy the Baji Sect with the influence of the Dongfang family in the domestic political and military circles.

Tang Fan nodded and said, "It seems that it is correct for me to postpone the competition date."

"Brother, although I know that you have many methods, you should not underestimate the enemy. This competition is of great importance and is also a training for you. If you can pass this level with just ancient martial arts, then you are recognized as the best of the younger generation, and you can also go out of Jiangbei and face the whole country!"

“Brother said it.”

"In two days, Zhan Hu will come here, and we brothers will accompany you to practice martial arts together!"

Speaking of Dongfang Zhanhu, Tang Fan couldn't help but think of the bet between Director Jiu and Ye Mingdao and asked: "It has been a long time since the last case has passed. Why is there no news about the Social Mediation Bureau?"

"Oh, this matter was almost picked by someone!"
Chapter completed!