During the more than half a year of practicing martial arts in Xingyun Sect, Zhao Lin came into contact with too many talented disciples in Dancing Elephant Academy.
Just pick one out and you will be considered a once-in-a-decade genius in Qinghe County.
During this period, he also experienced various martial arts, and his vision was no longer what it used to be. Hou Gui's little strength was no longer enough in front of him.
If you want to win, you can do it by turning your palm.
However, Zhao Lin is not prepared to do this, because after the two battles just now, Liuhemen's reputation has been greatly damaged, and it must be rectified!
Also, Hou Gui severely humiliated Yuan Cheng and had to "repay" him.
When I first entered Liuhemen, it was Yuan Cheng who guided me in my practice and he was dedicated to his responsibilities. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was half a master, but he was beaten into a roly-poly...
Thinking of this, Zhao Lin stood still and suddenly raised his fist to meet the opponent's palm.
There was a "pop" sound, and fists and palms touched each other.
Hou Gui immediately felt a great pressure.
As the saying goes, if an expert stretches out his hand, he will know if it is there.
Zhao Lin's punch seemed ordinary, but the timing was just right. One minute earlier, he could change his moves, but one minute later, he would lose the initiative. The punch contained great power.
Hou Gui immediately put away his contempt and struck out with Sanjiang Palm one after another, increasing the force.
However, Zhao Lin on the opposite side was like a big mountain. No matter how much energy he exerted, he remained unmoved.
Zhao Lin never used the cold energy, and deliberately let everyone present see that Liuhemen's boxing techniques and Kung Fu techniques could suppress the opponent.
Punches and palms came and went, bodies staggered.
Zhao Lin turned his advantage into victory bit by bit, leaving no room for the opponent to struggle.
Hou Gui was almost out of breath at this time, watching himself falling into the abyss little by little, but there was nothing he could do.
Just after thirty moves, Zhao Lin felt that the heat was almost up, so he stopped wasting time and attacked with several consecutive moves, which made Hou Gui confused and confused.
The last punch hit Hou Gui in the abdomen.
Hou Gui's breath was suffocated, his face was twisted in pain, and he quickly stepped back.
Zhao Lin followed closely, hooking his fist upwards and hitting the opponent's chin.
Hou Gui was hit by two punches in a row and suddenly became dizzy and lost the ability to move.
Zhao Lin didn't give him a chance to breathe. He swung his long arm and hit his left shoulder with his fist.
Hou Gui tilted his body and turned half a circle.
Zhao Lin took a step diagonally, came to the right side of his body, and punched his right shoulder again.
Hou Gui spun around uncontrollably.
Zhao Lin punched like the wind and fired his bow left and right.
Bang bang bang...
Zhao Lin stood there, punching one after another, while Hou Gui kept spinning faster and faster.
Just now Hou Gui beat Yuan Cheng like a tumbler, but now he was beaten into a top by Zhao Lin.
hiss……
ha……
Everyone watching the battle was stunned, no one had ever seen such an unconstrained style of play.
A young disciple couldn't help but shout "Hello", which immediately attracted the cold eyes of the Lingshan Sect table.
Zheng Yuanzhuo's face was ashen and he almost crushed the wine glass in his hand. Although Hou Gui had won two games in a row, this time he had lost all his previous face.
Just as he was about to shout to stop, he saw Zhao Lin take two steps back, cupped his hands and said, "Brother Hou, I accept the concession."
"I will kill..."
Hou Gui was furious, his face was blue and red, whether he was beaten or angry, he opened his mouth and said only two words, then he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
He tried to get up, but fell down again.
The Lingshan sect snatched out a disciple and helped him back to his seat to rest.
Hou Gui was sitting on a chair, foaming at the mouth, but was not seriously injured, leaving Zheng Yuanzhuo unable to find an excuse even if he wanted to have a seizure.
Zhao Lin cupped his hands in the direction of the banquet and said in a calm tone, "This Shixiao Fist is not a special skill. Each family has its own training method. As you can see, our Liuhe Sect still has some experience in this way."
"It doesn't seem to be as useless as Senior Brother Hou said?"
These few words were said so loudly that many young warriors present couldn't help but cheer, with the people from the Liuhe Sect shouting the loudest among them.
Yuan Cheng applauded vigorously. Zhao Lin not only regained the sect's face this time, but also made himself angry.
Gao Yuan also breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he still underestimated Junior Brother Zhao's strength. The original confusion about his master sending Zhao Lin to Xingyun Sect has now disappeared.
"Master, I'll go up and fight him!"
Hu Shaoan, a disciple of the Lingshan Sect, said with an angry expression.
Zheng Yuanzhuo shook his head slightly, "No, you are no match for him. Hongpeng goes up."
He brought three disciples with him, originally thinking that Hou Gui could defeat all the disciples of Liuhe Sect except Gao Yuan, but he did not expect that Zhao Lin's strength far exceeded expectations.
Zheng Yuanzhuo had a vicious eye and knew that with Zhao Lin's strength, he could only be sure by sending Bi Hongpeng up.
Bi Hongpeng is the great disciple of the Lingshan Sect. His status is equivalent to Gaoyuan of the Liuhe Sect. His cultivation is at the third level of Qi Realm, and his strength is even better.
Bi Hongpeng stood up after hearing this and said in a deep voice: "Yes, Master, this disciple will definitely fulfill his mission!"
After speaking, he stood up from his clothes, walked a few steps, raised his breath, and landed lightly on the field.
Seeing that there was still a fight, everyone became interested, especially some disciples who were new to martial arts. They had never seen a fight of this level before, and they all sighed that it was a worthwhile trip.
Another person at Kaishan Martial Arts School asked Liang Song: "Brother Liang, the great disciple of Lingshan Sect has taken action. How does he compare with Zhao Lin?"
Liang Song only said two words: "Free!"
"You have such a loud voice."
"It's not that I'm loud, it's that my brother is great..."
Zhao Lin knew that the Lingshan sect would definitely not give up, so he simply stayed on the scene.
Now that we have taken action, we will make things clean so that no one will dare to have any twisted thoughts about Liuhemen.
Bi Hongpeng walked to the opposite side of Zhao Lin, his eyes flashing, "I didn't expect someone like you to appear in Liuhe Gate. It's really impressive."
Zhao Lin said humbly: "Thank you very much. I have long heard of Senior Brother Bi."
While speaking, push the energy and cold energy into your fists.
This time he planned to end the battle quickly and give everyone a shock.
"What kind of strength method is this?"
Bi Hongpeng felt a chill, his brows furrowed involuntarily, and he began to activate his qi and blood to accumulate strength.
He practiced boxing and palm skills at the same time. After a moment of hesitation, he decided to use his fists to open the way. He was at the third level of Qi Realm and should use his strength to suppress others.
"Without further ado, let's get started... Feihong Fist!"
Bi Hongpeng raised his strength to its peak, and when faced with powerful enemies, his body instinctively unleashed unprecedented potential.
"This should be my strongest punch since I started practicing martial arts!"
He punched out, with a sudden realization in his heart, and a hint of inexplicable surprise.
"boom!"
The moment the two fists collided, Bi Hongpeng felt an extremely cold energy penetrate his body. The energy and blood in his body seemed to freeze, and then a huge force hit him head on!
The feeling of strength just now seemed to be just an illusion.
Why is this happening?
Hearing a crisp sound in his ears, he flew backwards more than ten feet away and fell onto a banquet table. The table and the person fell to the ground.
(End of chapter)
