Zhou Yan's whole body froze. He didn't know what senior Yan had to give, so he just lowered his head and waited for the order.

"Look at your martial arts practice recently, you have not been slacking off, and your strength has improved a lot. Someone is also very itchy. Why not just click on me? I will use only one arm, how about you attack with all your strength?"

Jiang Heng smiled and leaned over to look at Zhou Yan. The meaning of this was already very obvious. Jiang Heng was too lazy to talk nonsense to this guy every time.

The strength of his strength will increase a lot, and Jiang Heng feels it is necessary to remind this guy! His words are far from being so simple and direct as he takes action!

He just wants to make this person feel scared! Fear! Such a person who often hangs out outside does not need his absolute loyalty, he just needs to make him feel fearful and awe!

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan's heart skipped a beat and quickly bowed and said respectfully: "This little guy dares not!"

"Oh!" Jiang Heng chuckled, stretched out his big hand and patted the latter's shoulder. He chuckled with a long voice: "I don't dare~ I think you want to?"

"Come on! It's just a stop. Could it be that your courage has disappeared when you step into the meridian refining realm?"

After hearing this, Zhou Yan raised his head slightly. Seeing that Jiang Heng looked plain and seemed to be not fake, he felt relieved. His heart gradually became alive.

Who doesn’t have ambitions?

What's more, a hero like Zhou Yan, who can lie dormant under the Dadao Sect for many years, so his ambition is naturally great.

Seeing that Senior Yan looked ordinary in front of him, the ambition in his heart also showed a barbaric breeding.

"Since that's the case, that little one offended!"

As he said that, Zhou Yan made a starting move that he was very accustomed to. Black Tiger Fist was the martial arts he had practiced for the longest time and the only attacking and killing martial arts. Although it was only at the second level, it had already been practiced by him to great success.

This is exactly the same as Jiang Heng's bloodline fist, but he does not have the golden fingers like Jiang Heng, so this martial arts has been hard for him to succeed in nearly ten years.

My Black Tiger Fist is much more skillful than Guo Ke's swordsmanship. That idiot pays too much attention to realm, but ignores his own hard power.

However, the most important reason why Guo was defeated by one blow was that he underestimated the enemy. Moreover, Senior Yan was really quick and ruthless in his attack, and he didn't give him any chance to take action.

Thinking about it like this, I don’t have a chance!

Zhou Yan thought a lot, clenched his fists, his muscles and bones tightened, and his back slightly arched in a tiger posture.

Jiang Heng looked at the scene in front of him with a plain expression, without saying much, and did not even show any response, just looked at the other person lightly.

"Senior, I'm going to take action!"

Seeing Jiang Heng looking indifferent, Zhou Yan grinned quietly.

drink!

His legs suddenly exerted force, the floor cracked, and his body jumped up like a hungry tiger pounced on food. His fist stretched back and stretched straight, and his internal energy surged wildly above the fist, and he swung out with a punch.

In an instant, the fist stroked by, as if a tiger roar was brought out in the air. A cold wind blew under the rush of energy in the fist, and a layer of frost condensed on the fist, and a evil aura suddenly burst out!

This is the killing move of Black Tiger Fist! Black Evil!

With the ability to punch, a shocking evil aura burst out in a short time. With this move, Zhou Yan had almost been very successful in fighting with the same level. Every time he fought, his courage and mind became weaker. This was to suppress people with momentum, and the aura was high, and the sound of the tiger roar made him extremely powerful!

The power surges!

Humph! How do you block it?!

Zhou Yan was ecstatic and saw that the other party was still indifferent, and he was a little surprised, but he didn't care that the fist was still rising sharply and he rushed straight to Jiang Heng's door in a flash!

Bang!

A dull sound exploded.

However, the situation completely overturned what Zhou Yan expected. The scene in front of him made Zhou Yan's body start to tremble involuntarily.

How...how is it possible?!

But Zhou Yan's fist was completely covered by a huge palm like a child, and it was firmly clenched.

The Black Tiger Fist was caught by the other party almost without reservation. Zhou Yan clearly saw that at that moment, the opponent took off his fist almost calmly, and even his palm did not shake at all.

"Ha! I'm really disappointed!" Jiang Heng lowered his head and looked at Zhou Yan with a shocked face and said softly.

"I think... you said you were right to change your legs before. This boxing technique is really... I can't bear to look at it!"

As he said that, Jiang Heng did not make any other moves, and his palm was slightly pressed, click!

With the sound of bone bursting, Zhou Yan's face suddenly twisted into a ball, and his fists were already pinched, but he did not dare to scream at the moment. He endured the severe pain and almost bit his teeth.

The severe pain stimulated every nerve of Zhou Yan, and cold sweat almost quickly slid from his forehead and his face turned pale.

Only at this moment did he realize that Senior Yan in front of him had absolutely unfathomable strength! That day the opponent defeated Guo with a punch, but maybe he had not done his best!

Zhou Yan felt extremely regretful when she thought of her behavior as soon as she jumped into the clown.

"Senior Yan Yan, I will never practice boxing again since I was young! I will never practice boxing again... boxing again!"

Zhou Yan endured the severe pain and said in a very humble manner, his posture was lower and more awe-inspiring than before.

Seeing that Jiang Heng's expression had not changed at all, he nodded slightly in his heart.

"Um!"

With a light huh, Jiang Heng glanced at Zhou Yan who was patient, bent down slightly and patted the other person's head, and smiled: "You are a smart person, I know what you will do!"

Without waiting for Zhou Yan to respond, he walked away from the lobby of Heihu Hall while playing with two iron balls.

Seeing that his majestic and terrifying figure gradually disappeared in front of him, Zhou Yan then sat on the ground like soft mud, and at this time he could no longer help but let out a gasp roar.

He didn't dare to hate Jiang Heng. At that moment, he knew that the gap between him and senior masters like Yan was like a valley of heaven, and he was really stupid to take revenge!

After solving the matter of the Heihu Hall, Jiang Heng was in a good mood and looked at the path when he came slowly.

The best way to deal with such a wild dog is not to give him food, but to hit a stick and give him some food. This is the wise choice.

If it were Jiang Heng a month ago, he would not have been so arrogant when facing Zhou Yan in front of him, but now he is different from the past.

After experiencing the Battle of Hengjiang City, the bones of the body have undergone a thorough tempering, although this does not mean that the bones have been tempered. After all, it takes hundreds of repeated crushing and reorganization to be considered a complete task if each bone is tempered.
Chapter completed!