As the faint voice came, countless eyes suddenly shifted. Behind Yunhao and the others, an old man wearing a coarse short shirt slowly stepped out, the breeze blowing the long hair on his chin.
The long beard gives him an air of immortality.
Zhamu Yi glanced at the old man, then his throat rolled, and he said unwillingly: "Zhou Wenfu, you have come out for the first battle. At that time, Brother Zhao Jinxiu will come on stage. Is there anyone left in the rain?"
Looking at the man who was hesitating in his words, Yunhao couldn't help but feel funny. It seemed that this man knew that he couldn't beat Master Zhou, so he wanted to change his opponent.
Zhou Wenfu glanced at Yun Hao slightly, then he slowly walked up to the martial arts stage with his fists in hand, and said with a warm smile: "Of course you don't have to worry about this. There are countless talents in our Piaoyu Empire, which are not comparable to those of other small countries."
Zhamu Yi curled his lips, a hint of sternness gradually appeared in his eyes, and said bitterly: "Zhou Wenfu, don't think that I, Zhamu Yi, am a soft persimmon. Although my level is not as high as yours, but you want to win against me.
But it’s not that easy.”
Zhou Wenfu smiled softly, made a defensive gesture and said: "See the real seal under your hand!"
Zhamuyi snorted coldly, and immediately, fierce fighting spirit surged out of his body. Such power made the crowd who were close to the martial arts arena unable to help but move back.
"As expected of a powerful swordsman, he can radiate such energy even before he takes action..."
There were a lot of people below, talking among themselves.
Zhamu Yi's fighting spirit spurted out from his body, and after a moment, it turned into a layer of light fighting spirit armor that solidified tightly on his body. With a low roar, his figure turned into a bolt of lightning and headed towards the surrounding area.
Wenfu Zan shot over.
A series of exclamations suddenly sounded from the audience. Such a battle started directly without any warm-up. It made everyone's heart feel as if it was held tightly by a big hand, and even breathing was a little uncomfortable.
Get smoother.
In just a moment, Zhamu Yi's iron fist rushed towards him with the sound of wind and thunder. Zhou Wenfu's face was solemn, and he swung his palm a few times in front of him, forming a simple hand seal. The palm of the hand seal was slightly forward.
With one push, the pressure coming from Zhamu Yi was blocked.
As soon as he finished this step, Zhamu Yi on the opposite side rushed towards Zhou Wenfu like a wolf and a tiger. The iron fist with its shining metallic luster also carried a stream of hot wind, directly towards Zhou Wenfu's thin body.
Smash it up.
The iron fist hit Zhou Wenfu's body, and Zhamu Yi's fierce expression couldn't help but froze slightly. His palm felt as soft and weak as cotton. Before he could withdraw his fist, the soft cotton turned into an infinitely terrifying shape in the next moment.
The iron plate is hard enough to make the wood easily ejected.
Yunhao looked at all this and couldn't help but nod secretly. The physical martial arts practiced by Wenfu this week should be some kind of martial arts similar to Tai Chi, which has the wonderful method of using softness to overcome hardness.
Seeing the iron fist blasted by Zhamu Yi being ejected, the crowd below let out countless cheers.
The fierce momentum made Zhamu Yi couldn't help but take three steps back, and then his face darkened. According to Zhou Wenfu's information, his cultivation level has reached the level of a three-star swordsman.
And that Yu Lei is just a five-star swordsman.
When they came out this time, their Great Qin vassal country sent out three strong swordsmen, but the opponent only had two. I originally thought that since I was the weakest, the opponent should send a relatively weak one, but I didn't expect that Zhou Wenfu didn't know what to do.
stood up.
"Huh, you did well in the first game, but in the second game you're probably too weak to do it."
With a cold snort, Zhamu Yi stabilized his body and frantically contained the overflowing fighting spirit into his body. However, his whole aura was constantly rising. This situation made Zhou Wenfu's face turn slightly.
Transformation, the palms of his hands quickly formed seals, and a series of obscure space fluctuations slowly surged from around his body, which was obviously a powerful martial arts.
The restraint of fighting spirit made Zhamu Yi's eyes turn a little red. He let out a low roar, and a clicking sound came from Zhamu Yi's body. After this crackling sound, his already burly body
, actually more than doubled in size in an instant.
The nearly four-meter-tall body stood proudly on the stage, making people in the audience swallow their mouths and spit. Such a guy is really too scary.
After twisting his neck casually a few times, Zhamu Yi looked at Zhou Wenfu with a sneer and said: "Zhou Wenfu, I heard that your strength can overcome strength with softness, and you can restrain the strength of a lion, but I don't know when.
When tens of thousands of galloping bulls charge towards you, will your strength still have any effect?"
With a contemptuous smile, Zhamu Yi's fist once again had a dazzling metallic luster. The fist, which was as big as a small mountain, under Zhamu Yi's fierce gaze, was overwhelming towards the relatively thin Zhou Wenfu.
Like smashing down.
The moment he swung his fist, the stone prince under Zhamu Yi's feet also began to crack rapidly, and the cracks spread out around him like a spider web.
Zhou Wenfu's face was slightly pale, and the speed of the seals formed on his palms became faster and faster, gradually turning into blurry shadows that ordinary people could not see.
When the huge iron fist was about to hit, Zhou Wenfu suddenly shouted: "Shaking the Earth!"
As the shout fell, Zhou Wenfu pushed his palms forward fiercely, and the surrounding space immediately showed extremely obvious fluctuations. The fluctuations in the air spread crazily around like ripples, and with
The huge iron fists of Zhamu Yi collided fiercely.
Such a strong contact caused a violent explosion to occur directly between the two of them. The sound of the explosion swept in all directions with waves, causing panicked voices to resound from the crowd.
"Take action!" Xuanyuan suddenly shouted to several other people. The other nine people in the Master Hall blasted their fighting spirit at the fighting field at the same time. A faint thin film gradually formed outside the fighting field, and inside
The impact of dust and stones all hit the light film, causing ripples immediately. However, the film was extremely stable and did not show any signs of turmoil.
The fierce collision caused the film to be filled with dust, making it difficult for people to see what was going on. Subtle footsteps gradually sounded from the film, and Zhou Wenfu's kind little face appeared in the martial arts arena.
edge.
Through the film, the crowd saw the familiar Protector of the Country, and they immediately cheered.
On the first seat, the emperor's hand holding the teacup was also a little too strong due to excitement, and his thin palm actually broke the teacup into pieces.
Mr. Ma on the side tidied up in panic, and then handed over a brand new teacup, but this time, there was no hot tea.
The emperor didn't care at all that the hot water caused his palms to turn slightly red. There was a hint of joy in his eyes. This opening battle was naturally extremely important. Even if he lost two games, he had to win like this.
First game!
Among the people outside the venue, the man in black raised his eyebrows slightly, and anger quietly emanated from his eyes. When the smoke gradually subsided, he saw Zhamu Yi struggling to stand up in the smoke.
Seeing that Zhamu Yi seemed to be fine, he breathed a sigh of relief.
At the signal of the man in black, two very knowledgeable men helped Zhamu Yi down, making the people around him snicker.
"Why are you in such a mess?" Looking at the disheveled and bloody Zhamu Yi, the man in black asked unhappily.
Zhamu Yi raised his scarred head, smiled at the man in black and said, "Brother Zhao, don't worry. Although my injuries look serious, they are just skin injuries. It will take some time to repair the face. It's just that week."
The internal injuries Wenfu suffered, hehe, I'm afraid he will be absent from the next game."
The man in black looked at Zhou Wenfu on the stage who was still recruiting people from the audience. He couldn't help but snorted coldly and said: "I want to save face and suffer the consequences."
Immediately he said to the two men: "Take Zhamu Yi to the post house to rest, and by the way, find two of the best local doctors to bandage him and give him medicine."