The Ultimate Class: The starting combat power index is 1800

Bang!
A loud bang came.

Zhang Fei fell to the ground clutching his chest.

Zhao Yun frowned slightly: "Your reaction is too slow, your martial arts foundation is too bad, except for your brute force, you have no rules and need to improve."

"Come again!"

Zhang Fei was not reconciled, so he got up and fought fiercely with Zhao Yun again.

"Xing Tian Break!"

"what--"

Zhang Fei became more and more irritable and his breath became disordered.

He performed more than ten moves in a row, but he didn't touch the corner of Zhao Yun's clothes.

In the end, Zhao Yun took the opportunity to kick him with a whip, kicking him back a few meters, and fell on his back onto the lawn.

Zhao Yun stood up and clapped his hands: "Okay, you lost."

"I'm not convinced, I just didn't use the martial arts I'm familiar with."

Zhang Fei gritted his teeth with a displeased look on his face.

He resorted to all means just now, and was defeated by Zhao Yun lightly. This feeling is really uncomfortable.

"Fourth brother, then use your best martial arts to attack Zhao Yun."

Ye Feng stood outside the field, smiled slightly, and reminded.

Zhang Fei was stunned.

He looked at Ye Feng with suspicion on his face: "Brother, is it really possible?"

"Don't you think that you will lose if you are not familiar with Xing Tiangong? Then you use the martial arts you are most familiar with."

Ye Feng nodded and said.

"Oh……"

After listening to Ye Feng's words, Zhang Fei's eyes gradually became resolute. He clenched his fists and walked up to Zhao Yun: "Okay, I will use my most familiar moves to attack you now."

"The moves you are most familiar with?" Zhao Yun shook his head and laughed, "What if your most familiar moves can't beat me?"

"how is this possible!"

Zhang Fei roared and rushed towards Zhao Yun.

He swung his heavy fist and punched it hard, and there was a sharp wind in the air.

The image of the berserk punch was like lightning, falling from the sky and heading straight for Zhao Yun's forehead.

A golden light emanated from the fist mark, with a strong masculine breath, as if it was breathless.

Zhao Yun's eyes showed surprise, and he stepped back again and again. While avoiding the light of Zhang Fei's fist, he crossed his arms in front of his chest to prevent Zhang Fei's punch from hurting his body.

"boom!"

The fists and arms collided, and there was a loud bang, and the strong wind swept around, rustling the trees.

Immediately Zhang Fei staggered back, while Zhao Yun still stood firmly in place.

Zhang Fei widened his eyes and said in disbelief, "You... you actually blocked it?"

"Yes, it is indeed much stronger than before, come again!"

Zhao Yun sighed in admiration, and suddenly approached Zhang Fei.

He pushed horizontally with his left palm, turned his right palm sideways, and made three palm strikes in a row.

These three palms are all hard palms with wide opening and closing, and each palm carries the might of breaking the army.

Zhang Fei didn't dare to be negligent, he threw out both fists, and rushed to meet him, the fists met the palm knife.

"Pushan Fist!!"

Zhang Fei yelled, his muscles bulged and his veins were exposed, like a horned dragon entrenched, extremely fierce.

At this moment, the Pulling Mountain Fist is used, the power is astonishing, a terrifying power pouring out along the contact points between the fist and palm.

"what?"

Zhao Yun was slightly taken aback, he found that Zhang Fei's boxing strength contained extremely strong strength, which was simply beyond the level of ordinary martial artists.

But Zhao Yun didn't panic, instead his fighting spirit was high.

"Panlong Kick!!"

Zhao Yun's left leg bent and bounced, spinning like a tornado.

With this kick, a gust of hurricane suddenly formed, blowing everyone's eyes shut.

The wind blows.

Zhang Fei threw out both fists and headed forward.

"Oh!"

The fists and feet of the two collided again, producing a dull explosion, and the air wave rolled and spread, setting off a cloud of smoke and dust.

Zhang Fei retreated dozens of steps.

Zhao Yun also stepped back a few steps.

"Excellent, I didn't expect you to be so strong."

Zhang Fei rubbed his sore shoulders, his eyes were fiery: "Come on! Let's keep fighting!"

Zhao Yun nodded: "In this case, I will not be polite."

The two were entangled again.

What Zhao Yun used was the Long Xing Tai Chi moves. Although the moves are simple, they are superior in denseness, and the strength is profound, quite mysterious.

Zhang Fei used Xing Tian Po's boxing technique, his fists were as fast as thunder, and his moves were unpredictable. The two of them fought back and forth for half an hour.

"Okay, fourth brother, let your third brother go now?"

Ye Feng stood aside and watched for a long time, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and spoke.

"yes, Sir!"

When Zhang Fei heard this, he immediately stopped.

Zhao Yun: "..."

A black line appeared on his forehead.

Playing for a long time without letting yourself take a break?
"I didn't expect the fourth brother to be so strong." Xiu praised Zhang Fei who came back.

Zhang Fei scratched his head: "Hey, it's okay."

"Not bad, practice a few more times, it should be almost ready."

Ye Feng said to Zhang Fei.

"Thank you for your teaching, brother."

Zhang Fei arched his hands and ran to the other side to practice boxing alone.

He has been completely convinced by Ye Feng.

Ye Feng smiled at Zhong Wanjun: "Would you like to practice against Zhang Fei?"

"I... just forget it."

Zhong Wanjun shook his head and said, "The power of his punch is too terrifying, I'm worried that I won't be able to catch it."

The power of Zhang Fei's punch was indeed terrifying.

Even though his proficiency is still weak now, Zhong Wanjun is still not sure that he can resist it.

"Brother, am I going?"

Guan Yu also finished his rest at this time.

Ready to play against Zhao Yun at any time.

"Well, come on!"

Ye Feng gave a word of encouragement.

"Brother, don't worry, I will definitely beat him!"

Guan Yu laughed loudly and walked towards the arena.

off the field.

Ye Feng and the others watched Guan Yu and Zhao Yun.

This contest has great benefits for both Guan Yu and Zhao Yun.

"Please advise!"

Guan Yu cupped his hands and cupped his fists.

"Please advise!"

Zhao Yun also clasped his fists as a signal.

However, neither of them made a move first.

Just looking at each other quietly like this.

"What are they doing?"

Zhong Wanjun, who was outside the arena, saw that Monk Zhang Er was puzzled.

"Ha ha."

A smile appeared on the corner of Ye Feng's mouth, and he explained: "It's just a mutual test between masters."

"what?"

Zhong Wanjun was stunned upon hearing this.

"Look, the momentum of the two of them has actually locked on to each other, and they are both ready to attack at any time."

Ye Feng pointed to the field, and said slowly: "If at this time, whoever makes the first move will definitely fall into the opponent's rhythm."

"The two of them clearly admire each other."

Xiu on the side also nodded secretly.

"I think so too."

Ye Feng smiled slightly.

Afterwards, Xiu frowned again and said, "However, it depends on who makes the first move. Whoever makes the first move has a higher probability of losing."

"They keep staring like this?"

Zhong Wanjun frowned and asked.

"Let's see who can't bear it first!"

Ye Feng said leisurely.

Sure enough, he just finished speaking.

Zhao Yun couldn't wait any longer.

He jumped up suddenly, like a goshawk spreading its wings, his body turned into a shooting star in mid-air, and he rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed.

Guan Yu's face was startled, and he stomped his feet on the ground. With the help of the anti-shock force from the ground, his body was erratic like a ghost, and he dodged Zhao Yun's blow for a moment.

However, the next second.

Zhao Yun's figure suddenly appeared behind Guan Yu.

His right leg stretched straight, like a whip leg, and he lashed towards the top of Guan Yu's head.

"Humph!"

Guan Yu snorted softly, raised his elbows to block the top of his head, blocked the whip kick in front of him, and forced the opponent away.

However, this time, Zhao Yun did not retreat but advanced, his left leg suddenly kicked into the air, a kite turned over, his legs turned into phantoms, and swept towards Guan Yu's neck at an increasing speed.

"This... so fast kick!"

Guan Yu's heart trembled.

He didn't dare to be negligent, and quickly used Xing Tian Po, his punches were like a dragon and a python, and the tiger and the tiger were like wind.

The two of you come and go, fighting endlessly.

Ye Feng and Zhong Wanjun, on the other hand, observed the situation on the field with great interest.

"This set of kicks is called Panlong Kicks. It pays attention to attacking and saving the enemy, and the timing of the moves is just right, which can find out the opponent's defensive flaws."

Ye Feng said lightly: "As for Guan Yu, he is good at ingenuity and ingenuity, and strives to maximize his attack power. Therefore, as long as he does not make mistakes, he is basically at an absolute advantage."

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