"Who is this person?"

After the ring was quiet, there was a lot of noise.

Many people in the martial arts world looked at Wang Tianming as if they were watching an idiot.

After all, Fang Xu is a famous 13th martial arts list, a master of Great Perfection! The definite number one person on the Hidden Dragon List!

How unaware of the greatness of the world, so that I can directly invite the battle?

Although this person's move to kick the champion with one kick was also very amazing, he was still far from comparing with the pride of heaven.

The Master of the Tianjian Sect and the Red Leaf Monk looked at each other in surprise and shook their heads slowly.

In an instant, many gazes were projected on Fang Yuan, all of which were excited.

Will this 13th martial arts list accept the invitation to fight?

A white shadow flashed, and Fang Yuan came to the ring with a faint expression: "Since that's the case, come and get to death!"

"It turned out to be a life-and-death battle?"

The monk looked compassionate and folded his hands together: "Two donors, don't hurt the heavenly harmony!"

"Okay! A life-and-death battle is a life-and-death battle!"

Wang Tianming carried his hands on his back, and he felt the fighting spirit burning.

"Amitabha, if you have a bad intention, you will get the evil result!" The monk shook his head and sighed, and then looked at the leader of the Tianjian Sect, as if he was helpless, and seemed to be carrying something else.

On the ring.

"This day... I, Wang Tianming, have been waiting for three years!"

Although Wang Tianming's words were excited, his martial arts style was crafted and he was not moving as if he was a mountain. This was an instinct produced by continuous hard work.

"Is that..."

The son of the world who was a three-year agreement is also interesting.

Fang Yuan thought lightly: "Just look... what level of surprise you can give me! Xuanbing Divine Palm!"

He slapped out with his palm, and the frost and cold condensed, and the temperature around him suddenly dropped sharply.

"Drink, Qikill Tiger Roar Fist!"

Wang Tianming punched out, and the fist wind whistled, as if there was really a tiger roaring and roaring.

Bang!

The fists and palms intersected, and both of them shook their bodies.

"Oh? Seven Killing Fist Intentions? Drunk Taoist?"

Fang Yuan stood still and said slowly.

"This is……"

On the stage, the Master of Tianjian's eyes lit up: "The Seven Killing Tiger Roar Fist of the Zui Taoist back then?"

"And... if you can compete with Mr. Fang Xu's Xuanbing Palm, you must have reached the point of comprehension of the boxing. Is this son named Wang Tianming? He has also understood the artistic conception and is equal to Fang Xu. It is the realm of innate Great Perfection!" Venerable Liehuo stroked his beard: "I once owe Zui Taoist a favor, so I can't see his descendant die here."

“Great Perfection!”

"So young, not under Fang Xu!"

...

After one move, the people in the martial arts world below immediately became noisy.

After three years of cultivation, no one asked me about it, and I became famous in one fell swoop!

No matter what, after this battle, Wang Tianming's reputation will surely spread to the world!

Even so, there was no trace of joy on his face, but instead stared at his enemy with all his attention: "How is it? Fang Xu, do you regret giving me three years? In just three years, I caught up with you and will leave you far behind!"

At this moment, his heart was filled with a sense of vengeance.

After understanding the idea, even the martial arts skills seem to be further improved and improve!

"Shadowless!"

Fang Yuan captured his strength, maintained his martial arts at the level of Great Perfection, and his artistic conception reached a slight level, and he slapped out with another palm: "Aohan Divine Palm!"

"Drink! Qikill Fist Intention, Drunk Fist Intention, Seven Kill Wine Drunk Fist!"

Wang Tianming hypnotized himself in an instant, his face flushed, his spirit was drunk but he was drunk. He punched him out, and his power increased more than twice as much as before.

"Drunk Fist?"

In this world, there are also martial arts such as Drunken Fist. Not only are they indisciplined and cannot be prevented, the key is to obtain greater strength than usual through anesthesia and hypnosis, which is comparable to those born with divine power.

On the basis, coupled with the exquisite martial arts, the lethality is naturally unparalleled.

“That’s…”

On the stage, the leader of the Tianjian Sect and others all had their eyes lit up: "At a young age, you can understand the two artistic conceptions and even integrate them into one move. You are a genius! A great genius!"

Bang!

The second time the fist and palms intersected, Wang Tianming did not move at all, but Fang Yuan took the initiative to take a step back.

"Ha ha!"

Wang Tianming looked up at the sky and whistled: "Fang Xu, today I want you to return the shame that I brought to me ten times a hundred times!"

He seemed to have turned into a drunk tiger, flying fiercely, and his every move was full of endless power, forcing Fang Yuan to keep dodging.

And this scene made the onlookers silently watch.

"Snow Rain Sword Fang Xu, are you going to lose? Be defeated by an unknown newcomer?"

"This newcomer is a bit fierce. Haven't you heard the comments from the Sword Sect? Innate Great Perfection, and two artistic conceptions are integrated. You are a peerless genius!"

"It's so miserable, Fang Xu is going to fall!"

...

However, on the stage, Fang Yuan kept dodging, but let Wang Tianming attack. A stick of incense still stood still, and even the corner of his clothes was not touched.

“Huh?”

On the stage, the monk took the lead in stopping the Buddha string in his hand: "It seems that something is wrong!"

“Huhu…”

Wang Tianming suddenly stopped and his drunkenness recovered.

"What? The loss of true power is too huge?"

Fang Yuan's figure transformed, like a wisp of breeze, floating in a lingering manner, rippling with the wind.

"What is this...a body technique?"

Wang Tianming gasped and asked.

"Water benefits all things without fighting, weathering into the world without realizing it... This is my illusion of body technique!"

Fang Yuan made up a name casually: "Do you think...you are the only one who is improving?"

As he said that, his figure was like a dream and rushed forward.

"Seven Killings Drunk Tiger!"

Wang Tianming punched out, but Fang Yuan's figure was like a piece of paper, rippling with the fist wind, without any damage at all. Instead, he broke it and crashed into his arms, pressing his palm to his heart.

puff!

Wang Tianming immediately took a few steps back and fell to the edge of the ring, his face turned blue, his lips turned purple, his face covered with frost, and he was trembling and he could no longer speak.

"Tianming!!!"

Below the arena, Ling Xian'er looked at this scene, her eyes were really blood-crying like a cuckoo crying.

Fang Yuan's expression was faint, he took two steps forward and raised his palm.

"Wait a minute!"

"Amitabha!"

The Master of the Tianjian Sect and the Divine Monk spoke at the same time: "Forgive others if you want to forgive me!"

"Haha..." Fang Yuan stood with his hands behind his back and glanced coldly: "Where are you when I was in danger before? You two are too helping!"

Whoosh!

A figure flashed, and the master of the Tianjian Sect and the monk had already arrived on the ring, with a serious expression and a vaguely guard.

"Oh? It seems... you have a deep prejudice against me. This arena... was originally prepared for me, right? If this stupid boy doesn't come up, you will send someone to find my bottom?"

Fang Yuan asked with a sneer.

"Amitabha, I do have something to do. I want to ask the donor!" The monk clasped his hands together, as if he was angry at Vajra: "Three years ago, the third day of the third month, the nineteenth day of the fourth month, and the first day of the fourth month, where is the donor? Can anyone prove it?"

"What?"
To be continued...