"If I challenge you, it shouldn't cost you 10 billion, right?"
While Dongfang Zhanlong spoke, his fists were like hammers, hitting Tang Fan's ears from both sides.
Tang Fan quickly retreated, only to feel two heat waves blowing past his ears. If he hadn't been protected by the Panshan Sutra, he would have been injured by the Gang Qi even if he hadn't been hit.
"Brother, you..."
Tang Fan didn't understand why Dongfang Zhanlong attacked him.
"You kid, do you just know how to hide?"
Dongfang Zhanlong shouted, retracted his fists, raised his foot, and went straight to Tang Fan's chest.
The Gang Qi is released, and this kick has the force of a tiger descending from the mountain. If it is kicked, an ordinary person will definitely be kicked to death.
The Eastern War Dragon's attack is a killing move, without any reservations.
Tang Fan was also aroused and he secretly used Panshan Sutra to resist his attack.
"boom!"
The two of them were knocked away one after another, and Tang Fan felt his chest go numb. The attack at the peak of the Martial Emperor Realm was really powerful!
Dongfang Zhanlong is in the Martial Emperor realm and has reached the level of an ancient martial arts master. In terms of close combat alone, he is definitely no match for anyone below Nascent Soul in the realm of cultivation.
"Brother, what are you going to do!"
Tang Fan asked in confusion.
"Tang Fan, do you dare to fight me without using the immortal magic?"
Dongfang Zhanlong had an excited look on his face. He was a martial artist and rarely encountered an opponent. Now that he saw that Tang Fan was okay after being kicked, he became more excited to fight.
"In that case, I will accompany you to have a good time!"
Tang Fan had already vaguely guessed Dongfang Zhanlong's purpose, and took a stance, preparing to use Bajimen's boxing techniques to meet the enemy.
"I don't have ten billion!"
Dongfang Zhanlong laughed loudly. As he spoke, he stepped on his legs and shot his body straight towards Tang Fan like a cannonball.
"Look carefully, this is the Tiangang Eight Immortals Fist that has been passed down by my Dongfang family for more than two hundred years and has never been passed down to others!"
The Dongfang War Dragon's fist magnified infinitely in front of Tang Fan, covering the sky and the sun, and attacked directly towards his face.
When Tang Fan heard Dongfang Zhanlong's words, he became even more convinced of his guess.
He met the opponent with one fist and punched the opponent's lower abdomen with the other hand.
"Your boxing style is too simple!"
Dongfang Zhanlong shrank his body and bowed backward, knocking Tang Fan's fist away.
Then, his body bounced back like a spring, and his fists took advantage of the momentum. Up and down, the wind of the fist completely enveloped Tang Fan.
"boom!"
"ah……"
Although Tang Fan dodged his right fist, his ribs were hit by his left fist. He let out a cry and flew backwards.
Although he has the Panshan Sutra, this rib is his vitality and is relatively fragile.
"What a fast punch!"
Tang Fan rubbed his ribs, the bones were almost broken.
"That punch just now, I only punched 50% of the speed and 60% of the strength!"
The Eastern War Dragon fell to the ground with a calm expression.
Tang Fan nodded silently, he understood that Dongfang Zhanlong was not ridiculing him, but telling him the gap between him and the Martial Emperor Realm.
"Come again and see how fast I am!"
Tang Fan kicked his feet on the ground and performed the twelve whirlwind postures he had secretly learned by combining them with the Qiankun Steps.
His body turned into afterimages, and he was instantly kicked in front of the Eastern War Dragon.
But Dongfang Zhanlong didn't raise his head at all. He raised his right arm and blocked his flying feet.
"You...can you see my feet?"
Tang Fan was stunned for a moment. At this extreme speed, Dongfang Zhanlong should not be able to see his move.
"I can't see!"
"But you..."
"Brother, I knew you had amazing eyesight, which might help you practice, but in a battle, your good eyesight is exactly your weakness!"
"My weakness?"
Tang Fan stopped attacking and stood in front of Dongfang Zhanlong and asked.
"Cultivation is about the spirit, relying on the heart to understand the Tao, rather than seeing with the eyes. The same goes for ancient martial arts. By the time you see the opponent's attack with your eyes, it is already too late. If you want to become stronger, you must ignore your eyes.
, make a judgment in advance and take a preemptive strike, do you understand?"
"Ignore your eyes..."
"Remember one thing, what you see has already happened. No matter how fast you are, you can't stop what has already happened..."
Before Dongfang Zhanlong finished speaking, his foot had already arrived and kicked Tang Fan hard on the chest.
"ah!"
Tang Fan's body flew backwards. He was not angry at his sneak attack. Instead, he asked excitedly: "Is this your full strength?"
"Only 70%!"
"Come again!"
Tang Fan ignored the pain on his body, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and ran over again.
"It's not that you're not fast enough, it's that I predicted your punching path..."
Every punch and kick made by Tang Fan could be accurately intercepted by Dongfang Zhanlong.
"Bang bang bang..."
Tang Fan tried almost all the ancient martial arts moves he knew, but failed to hit the Eastern War Dragon's vital points.
It was just because of his physical strength that the Eastern War Dragon's limbs were in pain under such a block.
"Your body is really strong, now it's my turn to attack! This is my modified Tiangang Eight Immortals Fist, which incorporates my lifelong understanding of martial arts!"
Dongfang War Dragon roared and displayed his martial arts without any reservation.
"ah!"
"oops!"
At first, Tang Fan kept screaming. If he hadn't been physically strong, he would have been injured long ago.
But gradually, when Tang Fan used his purple pupil divine eyes to memorize all the opponent's punches in his heart, and became familiar with the way to activate his internal power, his dodge speed became faster.
Then, he could respond with a few punches. In 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 went back and forth until they finally gave up after fighting for hundreds of rounds.
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 teaching me your skills!"
Tang Fan said with emotion that he now understood that Dongfang Zhanlong must have come to train him after hearing about the challenge from the Baji Sect.
Dongfang Zhanlong knew that Tang Fan's ancient martial arts moves were complicated and simple, and he had never studied them systematically, so he did not hesitate to pass on the family's secret Tiangang Eight Immortals Fist to him.
"I didn't teach it to you, you learned it yourself!"
Dongfang Zhanlong laughed, the Dongfang family has family rules and cannot pass on this set of skills to outsiders.
Tang Fan nodded and said, "As long as I don't use the Immortal Sect's magic, I'm still no match for you."
Dongfang Zhanlong said: "It is easy to get started in ancient martial arts, but difficult to get out. Unlike your practice, as long as you learn a spell, you can travel the world!"
Tang Fan asked: "Brother, Leng Yijian, the leader of the Bajimen Law Enforcement Hall who challenged me, is said to have just been promoted to the Martial Emperor Realm. How does he compare with you?"
Dongfang Zhanlong said: "He is not my opponent. Although I have just broken through Emperor Wu, if it were not for the disability of my legs, I should have broken through ten years ago. My background is not comparable to his. What's more,
Besides, if my Dongfang family wants to destroy the Baji Sect, what difficulty will it have!"
Dongfang Zhanlong is definitely not a big talk. Putting aside the use of force, it would be too easy to destroy the Baji Sect based on the influence of the Dongfang family in the domestic political and military circles.
Tang Fan nodded and said: "It seems that I was right to postpone the date of the competition."
"Brother, although I know that you have many tricks, you must not underestimate your opponent. This martial arts competition is of great importance and is also an experience for you. If you can pass this level with just ancient martial arts, then you are recognized as a member of the younger generation.
The outstanding ones can go beyond Jiangbei and face the whole country!"
"That's what eldest brother said."
"In two days, Zhan Hu will come over too, and we two brothers will practice with you!"
Mentioning Dongfang Zhanhu, Tang Fan couldn't help but think of the bet between the Nine Bureaus and Ye Mingdao, and asked: "It's been a long time since the last case. Why is there no news about the Bureau of Social Investigation?"
"Hey, someone almost picked the peach out of this!"
Dongfang Zhanhu was so angry that he stamped his feet, with a look of helplessness on his face.