The Strongest Berserker of the Female President

Listening to Yang Yunfan's words, Zeng Moyi trembled with anger, but he was powerless to refute. Even if there were thousands of reasons, a loss is a loss, and any reason becomes an excuse.

"Yang Yunfan, get out here." Taking a deep breath, Zeng moyi roared, stepped on the ground, and landed on the ring like a cannonball. There was a loud noise, and then he looked back at Yang Yunfan.

"I can't refuse." Huo Jianhao also reacted at this time, looking at Yang Yunfan and said.

"Well, then I can only work harder, let him know the gap between him and me, and teach him to be a man!" Yang Yunfan shook his head, looking very helpless, and everyone who watched was speechless.

As he said that, Yang Yunfan had already walked onto the ring slowly, step by step very slowly, and the obsessive-compulsive disorder watched him wanting to grab him and throw him into the ring.

While walking, he was still muttering. Although everyone couldn't hear what he was saying clearly, it was obvious that there was nothing good to say.

Seeing Yang Yunfan walking up step by step, a thought suddenly popped up in everyone's minds, this guy is either pretending or on the way to pretend.

"you say……"

"Suffer to death!"

Yang Yunfan had just stepped onto the ring, and wanted to persuade Zeng Moyi, but just after he said two words, Zeng Moyi yelled and interrupted him, and then burst out with all his strength, and rushed towards him.

Before the person approached, the energy was like a sword, sweeping towards him, very powerful.

"Why bother, is there pleasure in being abused?" Yang Yunfan shook his head, still did not choose to fight him head-on, took a step towards the left, his figure turned slightly, and raised his hand to block the force in front of him, causing ripples in mid-air , like a lake.

Just when he blocked the force, Zeng Moyi had already arrived in front of him, his fists were roaring, it could be seen how fast the air was, and the air was turned into nothingness under his fists.

Yang Yunfan lowered his body, pressed his heels slightly, and with the help of the counter-shock force of the ground, his figure turned into a black light and swept aside a few meters away, narrowly dodging Zeng Moyi's attack.

Although the speed is very fast, Zeng Moyi is not slower than him. His figure has just stood firm. Zeng Moyi's figure turned around and caught up again. He waved his fists, and saw a burst of strength turning into a blue dragon, moving towards him rushed over.

The divine dragon formed from this energy was extremely fast, and Yang Yunfan didn't even have time to blink before he was in front of him.

"Boom."

It was too late to dodge, although he could feel the strength of this force, but Yang Yunfan could only choose to catch it hard, and punched out fiercely with lingering strength, and there was a burst of sound in an instant.

Yang Yunfan's complexion changed slightly, he was forced back a few steps by this cyan energy, his blood surged slightly, and he was wondering what kind of energy it was, and why it was so strong.

Without giving Yang Yunfan much time to think, Zeng Moyi approached Yang Yunfan again like a gangrene, with a tyrannical aura, rushing towards Yang Yunfan like a shocking wave, without any room to escape.

Sensing Zeng Moyi's strength, Yang Yunfan couldn't help sighing in his heart. Sure enough, there is no simple martial arts master in the later stage, and Zeng Moyi's strength is very strong.

In fact, Yang Yunfan provoked him from the beginning to anger him. Only when Zeng Moyi was angry could he find more opportunities. Unfortunately, his strategy was only half-successful.

Provocation angered Zeng Moyi, and there were loopholes, but the continuous attacks did not give him any chance to fight back, so he could only dodge passively.

This is not to blame for Yang Yunfan's miscalculation, it's because he doesn't know much about those big sects and can't figure out their methods at all, so he was caught off guard.

But from now on, he needs to be prepared. Those people have sects behind them, and there must be many means.

Because of the Buddha bone relic, plus the fire in the human body who absorbed the power of manipulating nature last time, I kept calcining my energy, removing impurities, and making it more pure.

It can even be felt that although it is only the late stage of a martial arts master, the tenacity and purity of the strength of light is stronger than that of a martial arts master in the late stage.

He had to go back to the battle in front of him. Facing Zeng Moyi's attack, Yang Yunfan felt that he could still block it. As long as he could survive the first round of his attack, he must be close to victory.

As for the strength in the later stage of martial arts, it is better not to show it until the critical moment, after all, it is his only hole card.

Different from other people, he has a famous teacher to teach him, and he has the background of the sect. The only thing he can rely on is himself, and he has to explore everything slowly, so he must keep some cards in his hole.

"Boom!"

The fists of the two collided together, and the sky and the earth shook instantly, and a ripple shot towards the surroundings, and all the air that was touched was dissolved into nothingness.

The audience in the audience has already escaped ten meters away. Of course, these are the ancient warriors who were before the martial arts masters. The strong man of the door family.

Yang Yunfan took a few steps back and staggered. Zeng Moyi also took two steps back. Every step made the ring tremble.

However, Yang Yunfan's footsteps were not too heavy, and even looked a little messy, but everyone could see that wherever he stepped, there would be clear footprints of Brother Yi.

Zeng Moyi seemed to be insane. He had just stopped, and rushed up again without standing still. He had no intention of stabilizing his blood. He probably wanted to tell Yang Yunfan that only one person in today's arena could survive.

Yang Yunfan can understand his thoughts, just to wash away the humiliation he brought to him yesterday, but he shouldn't be so desperate, isn't it just a kick?

He was aggrieved in his heart, but he didn't dare to be distracted. His whole body was like a phantom. When Zeng Moyi just rushed over, he was already a few meters away, just dodging his attack.

Yang Yunfan relaxed a lot, he should have survived his first round of attack, and he was a little thankful in his heart, the damage he had tacitly suffered had not been fully recovered, and because of the speed, his strength was not fully exerted just now, so that he could I survived by myself.

Otherwise, I really need to improve my strength to the later stage of martial arts master. In this case, although I can still save a little strength, it is not much.

Facing the endless stream of other people, and up to now there is no way to show it, what he hides is simply not enough to see.

Sure enough, as Yang Yunfan thought, after this wave of attacks, Zeng Moyi was still crazy, but weaker than before, and the pressure was still great, but at least if he wanted to dodge, he could still dodge the normal left and right attacks.