"Yes, eldest sister, what can this boy who only has the Spiritual Transformation Realm do?"
The two young men who walked out were just as arrogant as the young man named Amao just now.
However, these two people have the same appearance.
Judging from the breath, they are almost the same, almost all of them are in the middle level of spiritual practitioners.
If two strong men at the middle level of spiritual cultivators join forces, no matter how powerful that young man is, he will never be able to defeat two strong men at the middle level of spiritual cultivators.
Now, that young man is doomed!
Those people who were surrounded by the circle felt countless despair in their hearts.
"Adon Assi?"
Meng Jing also smiled when he heard the other party's name.
Why is this other person's name so casual? Or is it just a nickname?
"Why do you have any objection?"
Seeing the other person saying their names so disdainfully, the young man who spoke first clenched his fists and raised his head towards Meng Jing.
"Haha, it's a pity that these two names were called by two things that are not human beings!"
Meng Jing said calmly again.
As soon as he finished speaking, the faces of the two young men who walked into the circle turned pale and became extremely angry.
"A Dong, this kid insulted us!"
"Axi, then kill this kid and avenge Amao!"
"good!"
Soon, the two young men named A Dong and A Xi reached a consensus.
Immediately after the words fell, the young man named A Dong was the first to rush over.
"Black Snake Palm!"
The young man named Adong blinked and came not far in front of Meng Jing. His outstretched palm suddenly curved into the shape of a snake's head.
At the moment when the snake head shape condensed, a hissing explosion was emitted from his palm while constantly rubbing against the air.
"Let's see which one is more powerful, your snake palm or my tiger fist!"
Meng Jing looked at the other party's actions and smiled.
Instead of staying still like just now, this time, he directly chose to confront the opponent head-on.
But the other party was also slightly surprised, not expecting the young man who had not made any move just now.
Now it's actually moving.
It looked like he was scared by himself!
Suddenly, Meng Jing moved and half-bowed his body.
He put some distance between himself and the young man named A Dong.
Then, he also raised his two hands, one high and one low, with his fingers spread out and slightly bent.
A claw shape suddenly formed.
"What did this guy study?"
"Yeah, why do I feel like this guy's movements are imitating an animal like Adong! Could it be a tiger?"
Everyone speculated that they were also curious about what animal Meng Jing was imitating.
When the girl heard what the people around her said, she rolled her eyes at the person who just said he was a tiger.
"Go, don't talk nonsense. Adong has been dealing with snakes since he was seven or eight years old. No one is more familiar with snakes than him."
"Moreover, A Dong has already practiced this Demonic Snake Palm to the second level, and it has become a solid form!"
"He's just a young boy, he can't possibly deal with tigers every day, right?"
The most important thing about practicing this kind of skill is not only that the boxing method is somewhat similar to a certain animal, but more importantly, the breath must also reach that state.
Only when the human form becomes one can the power of such techniques be maximized.
How could the opponent, who only had the strength of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, learn techniques related to tigers?
Not everyone can raise monsters like this tiger.
Without a tiger to learn from, how is it possible to imitate an image?
However, when the girl heard what the people around her said, she also focused her attention on Meng Jing.
Seeing Meng Jing's waving fist, it seemed as if he saw a white tiger in the fist.
I find it a little hard to believe.
This can condense the breath of an animal, which is difficult to achieve with just a few hours of study.
It was only after his little brother A Dong was accompanied by a bunch of snakes day and night for seven or eight years that he realized something.
But how did the other party do it?
His eyes turned back to the young men Meng Jing and A Dong.
At this moment, the young man named A Dong condensed a snake head in his palm, hissed, and swam out towards Meng Jing's position.
The dexterous palms shuttle back and forth like a snake swimming in the forest.
Meng Jing smiled, but without any tricks, he blasted his palm out.
Suddenly, as the palm was blasted out, an invisible cyclone roared out from the palm.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, a deafening roar of a tiger erupted from Meng Jing's palm.
The moment it burst out, the grass and dust on the ground were instantly uprooted and sent flying.
"How can it be!"
"Yes, how is this possible!"
Seeing the two figures constantly fighting, the young men in black on the periphery once again showed incredible expressions.
Is this opponent's cultivation strength real or fake?
Not to mention the strong man who had defeated the peak spiritual cultivator before, he was now on a par with A Dong, who had been practicing the snake-shaped technique for seven or eight years.
Moreover, looking at the skills the other party practiced, it seemed that the level was not low.
In terms of proficiency, it seems to be not much worse than their brother A Dong.
"Damn it, this guy!"
A Dong glared angrily at the young man in front of him who was fighting with him, and cursed in a low voice.
He never thought that the other guy could practice the same type of skills to such a proficiency. In terms of his strength, he was no match for the spirit transformation realm.
If this happens, sooner or later, I will lose to the guy in front of me who is about the same age as me!
"Axi, come and help my brother deal with this guy!"
Ah Dong felt that his physical strength was gradually losing strength, and he turned around with a solemn expression and shouted to Asi behind him.
Originally, I was confident that I could deal with the opponent alone, but it seems I still underestimated the opponent's strength.
I can only call my brothers to deal with this guy in front of me!
Otherwise, the other party will really have the upper hand.
Moreover, when he took a look, he was already covered in cold sweat.
As for the other party, he had a relaxed look on his face, as if he had never taken him seriously.
"A Dong, hold on, my brother is here!"
The young man named Asi also shouted loudly, and immediately raised one foot.
The two hands were placed on both sides of the body.
It's like standing out from the crowd, feeling a little out of place.
"Is this the crane-shaped fist?"
Looking at the opponent's actions, Meng Jing also felt that this technique seemed to be somewhat similar to the technique he was looking for.
The technique he is currently practicing is only the upper part of Hu He's fists - the Tiger Shadow Fist.
Only the next volume is missing - Crane Fist.
Judging from the moves performed by the opponent, they look somewhat like the downward roll technique!
Thinking of this, Meng Jing stared at the two people in front of him with burning eyes.
"In that case, it doesn't matter if you two come together!"
