Luo Zhengyang came with the intention of challenging the strong, his fighting spirit surged, and he suddenly opened his mouth and shouted loudly, which made everyone's eardrums ring.

I saw him move like a tiger descending the mountain, rushing towards Fu Jingtao with a strong wind, and smashed his raised right fist down on his head.

This move is the "wake-up call" in Xuanyuan Luohan's boxing. The move is decisive and fierce, and it is extremely powerful. It has won the third taste of boxing. In addition, he is tall and the iron fist is swung down like a heavy hammer, vowing to smash the opponent.

Crush it like a walnut.

Before the punch came, the wind from the fist surged, making Fu Jingtao's clothes and hair rustle.

Such a fierce and domineering momentum made all the Jiezhou disciples change their colors. Fortunately, Anfu was not the one who fought!

Fu Jingtao looked calm as he spun his back fist out and collided with each other without any tricks.

Bang! Two fists collide, like beating leather.

The two of them were separated as soon as they touched each other. Fu Jingtao stumbled back five steps and stood firm, while Luo Zhengyang stood firm as if nothing had happened.

Hiss! Everyone was either surprised or delighted, and looked at each other. Why was it that Fu Jingtao was repulsed in the first direct confrontation? After all, they had just seen Ye Huayu’s amazing swordsmanship, and everyone was aroused. They thought Fu Jingtao was

He also has the ability to crush his peers, but the reality is exactly the opposite of what he expected!

Fu Jingtao shook his slightly numb arm and grinned: "Junior Brother Luo has such hard bones, he can be called an iron fist!"

Luo Zhengyang was displeased and became angry: "Senior Brother Fu, why do you hold back your hand and refuse to use your full strength?"

Fu Jingtao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked: "To what level has your Xuanyuan Kung Fu reached now?"

Luo Zhengyang said firmly: "The third level of perfection!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the disciples were moved. Cultivating to the third level of perfection is the limit that a registered disciple can reach. If he is taught the fourth level of internal skills, he can break through at any time. Luo Zhengyang has cultivated his internal skills to the limit.

He also possesses divine power. In terms of strength alone, he is definitely among the top three registered disciples.

Fu Jingtao sighed: "I'm ashamed to say that I only entered the third level of entry level two months ago. Compared with my junior brothers, I'm far inferior."

The matter will not be made public.

"Ah!" "No way!" "Senior Brother Fu's cultivation level is so low?!" The disciples were really shocked now. Those with the lowest internal strength among them were all in the lower level, and most were in the middle or upper level.

, it is impossible for a disciple at the entry level to be allowed to come to Martial Castle to embarrass himself. If what Fu Jingtao said is true, his internal strength alone will definitely rank at the bottom of the list among the disciples.

Wang Kui, Huo Zhen and others were in disbelief and looked at Fei Chenglin with suspicion. When Fei Chenglin saw his disciple exposing himself, Fei Chenglin turned pale with anger. He nodded helplessly and secretly scolded Fu Jingtao.

Aren't you quite smart, Lintou? Why are you so stupid that you expose your greatest weakness in front of everyone?

The atmosphere on the sidelines was subtle. Chengzhou, Qinzhou and other disciples showed disdain in their eyes, and some even beat their chests and feet. Why didn't it be their turn to end up and miss the opportunity to become famous in Wucheng?

Luo Zhengyang obviously did not expect that his inner strength cultivation was so poor, and he apologized: "I misunderstood senior brother! If senior brother is willing to admit defeat, then you and I will let it go." He used his perfection level cultivation to bully his entry level opponents, even if

Even if you win, you won without force. Why fight again?

Fu Jingtao smiled faintly and said unhurriedly: "I dare to ask my junior brother, in a battle between warriors, who has strong internal strength and can surely win? Strength and skill, which one is more important? If you and I are seeking martial arts, will we be able to do so?

Stop when you are in trouble, and retreat when you are strong?"

Luo Zhengyang's tiger body trembled slightly, and all the contempt in his eyes receded. He raised his fists and opened his posture, saying loudly: "Zhengyang has been taught. Please!"

Fu Jingtao nodded and said: "You can never underestimate your opponent at any time, a child can be taught!" He kicked the ground with the sole of his foot, and shot out like an arrow from the string. He seemed to be about to attack with his fist, but suddenly a sharp shot flew up.

The fierce whip kicked towards Luo Zhengyang's side.

Luo Zhengyang's eyes were dazzled, and he could hardly keep up with the opponent's moving figure, but he felt the strong wind coming, and almost instinctively lowered his arms to block it. With a bang, his legs and arms intersected, and a tyrannical force invaded his skin and body, and he was unprepared.

Push it out flat and three feet away.

Fu Jingtao shook his head and said: "The reaction speed is too slow!" As he spoke, he kicked out a series of flying legs, and the shadows of his legs overlapped so quickly that they became one.

But after hearing a series of muffled bangs and bangs, Luo Zhengyang blocked left and right, feeling a bit like he was in a hurry. Fu Jingtao suddenly closed his legs and slapped his opponent in the back of the heart with a palm. Luo Zhengyang retreated and turned sharply, turning around.

He just punched him in the chest, ignoring the iron palm in front of him, intending to fight back and then fight back.

Fu Jingtao said: "Go straight, there is not enough change!" The palm of his hand turned into a tiger's claw, and he turned his wrist to grab Luo Zhengyang's arm. He pulled and pushed in the direction of the fist. Luo Zhengyang staggered and fell several steps involuntarily. Fu Jingtao's backhand struck again.

It was a palm that hit his back shoulder, and then he jumped away quickly, avoiding Luo Zhengyang's scorpion-tailed kick counterattack.

This time they fought again, the two of them punched and kicked, moved around, and fought fiercely.

Luo Zhengyang's boxing skills are ferocious, his strength is strong, and his body is made of copper skin and iron bones that are not afraid of damage. Fu Jingtao's body movements are fast and flexible, and he is proficient in various martial arts. He avoids the real and hits the weak, uses quick breaking force, and occasionally corrects the shortcomings of his opponent's moves.

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Everyone outside the court had strange expressions, and there was a sense of absurdity. They all thought that Fu Jingtao was unworthy of his reputation and would be defeated in an instant. However, he controlled the offensive and defensive rhythm on the court, leading Luo Zhengyang by the nose, and even acted like an elder.

It’s just like giving lessons and guiding juniors! What is this situation? Isn’t he just at the entry level?

pChengzhou and other disciples' faces were ashen, one monster like Ye Huayu is enough, why would another one appear and not let anyone live?

Luo Zhengyang was filled with shame and anger, and suddenly shouted: "Brother, please stop! I'm not as good as you in terms of fists and kicks, let me fight with a hammer!"

Fu Jingtao laughed, jumped two feet away in the air, and really let him take the hammer.

Luo Zhengyang ran over and picked up the octagonal copper hammer, weighed it, and the two hammers collided with each other. The aura on his body suddenly increased, as if an ancient wild beast had exposed its fangs and claws, and the invisible evil energy rolled towards Fu Jingtao, sinking.

He said: "My pair of octagonal gilded thunderbolt hammers weigh seventy-six pounds and six taels. They have killed jackals, tigers and leopards with their hammers. Senior brother, be careful!"

Fu Jingtao beckoned: "Come here on horseback!"

Luo Zhengyang's eyes widened, veins jumped all over his body, and the muscles in his arms visibly bulged. He roared like a mad lion, swung the hammers, and smashed them one after another! The copper hammers unfolded, and the strong wind roared, and the two hammers around him were

Everyone within ten feet was shrouded in the shadow of the hammer. Not to mention resisting it face to face, even if you stood and watched from a distance, you could still feel the terrifying power of the copper hammer that shattered the body and bones.

Encountering such a fierce and violent hammering technique, others might be frightened, but Fu Jingtao's eyes lit up, and he was very happy to see him. He was already determined to transform all kinds of techniques into his fists, and the more subtle and extraordinary his opponent's moves became.

, the more it can stimulate his interest in observing.

In particular, top-notch hammering techniques are very rare. The practice of Gein Hammering Technique has extremely high requirements for warriors and can be called harsh. If you don't have natural divine power, strong bones, and good internal and external skills, don't expect to be able to swing a heavy hammer easily and freely. If you were to do it instead

Fu Jingtao couldn't even exert one-tenth of the power of these octagonal copper hammers.

Among the tens of thousands of disciples of the Xuanyuan Sect, there are no more than one who is good at hammering.

Seeing the fierce attack of the copper hammer, Fu Jingtao changed his position with a whoosh, and punched his opponent's side with a punch from afar.

Luo Zhengyang hit the air with a hammer and immediately changed his moves, skillfully turning the force of the downward strike into a sweeping sweep. His body movements kept turning, and the flaws exposed were fleeting. With the copper hammer in hand, his martial arts immediately became more agile, compared to before

The performance is several times stronger.

"What a hammering technique!" Fu Jingtao couldn't help but cheer, and jumped backwards in the strong wind, just avoiding the blow of the copper hammer.

Luo Zhengyang gained the upper hand and showed no mercy. He took a long stride to catch up and hit him with his hammer.

With a loud bang, the copper hammer flew away and hit the ground hard. The stone bricks were dented and cracked, and the gravel flew everywhere, even the earth shook several times.

"Stop leaving!" Luo Zhengyang roared angrily and raised his arms. The bronze hammer rose from the ground and swept away with unabated force. It was still as fierce as ever.

But I saw Fu Jingtao changing directions from left to right, accurately controlling the distance between the two sides, always wandering on the edge covered by the copper hammer, and attacking the opponent's weaknesses whenever he got the chance. Regardless of whether he succeeded or not, he would run away as soon as he touched it.

Not greedy for merit, Luo Zhengyang pursued with a fierce attack. Unfortunately, no matter how ferocious his moves were, the copper hammer he swung either missed or hit the ground, or failed to touch even a piece of his opponent's clothes.

In a matter of moments, the martial arts training ground was smashed into seventeen or eight dents, and was severely damaged.

All the disciples outside the court were terrified. Luo Tiehao and other elders had solemn expressions. Fu Jingtao looked embarrassed, but in fact, he was in danger, but he seemed to be teasing Luo Zhengyang!

Luo Zhengyang was young after all, and he attacked dozens of moves with his double hammers. He was unable to regain his strength and did not dare to relax his guard. By the end of the battle, his face turned black and red. The copper hammers that were usually as light as a lamp became heavier and heavier.

The fierce and domineering aura disappeared unconsciously.

Fu Jingtao has observed his hammering technique from beginning to end, and has benefited a lot. If he uses his fist as a copper hammer, his arm as the handle of the hammer, and concentrates his energy, he can still perform powerful and fierce hammering techniques. Seeing Luo Zhengyang

His forehead was sweating and he was panting like an ox. He suddenly withdrew and said loudly: "Junior Brother Luo has exquisite hammering skills and extraordinary bravery. You and I can just hit it. How about a draw?"

Luo Zhengyang paused, feeling his arms were sore and numb, and could hardly hold the copper hammer. He said sadly: "Senior brother, there is no need to be humble. I lost this battle!"

Fu Jingtao smiled and said: "Junior brother, why do you say this? You and I are in the same sect, and we are not aiming to win or lose. I think your hammering technique has nine points of strength and one point of skill, and it is too strong and too fierce, so

I can’t fight for a long time. If it were changed to seven points for strength, three points for skill, and the yin and yang of the two hammers are in harmony, I would definitely be willing to lose."

Seeing his sincere attitude, Luo Zhengyang chewed his words carefully and felt as if he was enlightened. He drank a bowl of rock sugar bayberry juice on a June day. He thanked him with sincerity and said: "Senior brother, his words are worth a thousand pieces of gold, and he is worthy of being valued by the master."

Great talent, I am convinced. In the future, I will succeed in hammering, and I will never forget the kindness of my senior brother!"

Fu Jingtao waved his hand and said: "Junior brother, you are serious. You and I are both disciples of Xuanyuan. It is natural for us to support each other."

At this point in the competition, regardless of how Huang Yunpeng, Ye Huayu and other senior brothers feel, including all the elders and disciples of the outer sect, they all gave Fu Jingtao a thumbs up. Defeating the opponent is easy, but convincing the opponent of defeat does not count.

It is not easy to remember your kindness.
Chapter completed!