Take the game to the city

Chapter 144 One Finger

Yang Fan looked at Zhong Ding with great interest.

Although the aura exuded by the opponent was much weaker than that exuded by Zhu Lao that day, it was still quite strong for ordinary warriors.

Is this the master?

It seems that even Zhu Ling's father is also a master!
It sounded the powerful aura of Zhu Hong when he went to Zhu's house for the first time before.

But I don't know what skills the masters have?
The so-called quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

Grandmaster, should be the qualitative change completed by the top martial artist!

Thinking of the first-class fighters I met before, they could actually release their internal strength to the outside, although it was only a flash in the pan, but that kind of strength still made Yang Fan look sideways.

His heart skipped a beat.

It seems that the level of a master is to be able to release internal energy freely and externally!
In an instant, the scenes of internal force fighting in various TV movies I had watched before came to mind.

This scene is so handsome!
Yang Fan's side is comfortable and natural, but Zhong Ding's mood is not so good!
From the very beginning, he pressed his aura towards this young man, but seeing the way the other party moved his head from time to time, he knew that he was not affected by his aura!

And at this time, he has raised his aura to the peak!

But the other party is as if nothing happened!
He didn't believe that a mere first-rate martial artist could resist the aura of his master!
It seems that he has some treasures!
Zhong Ding thought secretly.

Seeing that he couldn't use his aura to oppress the opponent, he decided to do it directly!

I saw him slowly clenching his right fist.

A trace of cyan light gradually wrapped the fist.

A more powerful and domineering aura instantly hit everyone around!

The bald head and the others couldn't resist, they had already retreated a hundred meters away, and the same was true for Xue Long and the others, all looking at Zhong Ding with awe.

This is awe of the strong!

And the bald people got excited!

"It's such a terrifying aura, this kid is miserable!"

"Haha, it goes without saying that the internal strength is released! This senior is really a legendary master-level superpower. That young man is only a first-class warrior. The senior abuses him will not be easier than torturing a mouse!"

"..."

The impression Yang Fan gave them before was too shocking, and now he has the opportunity to reverse it, so he sarcastically mercilessly!
At this time, Zhong Ding's eyes were very dull, as if he was looking at Yang Fan, but also as if Yang Fan was not in his eyes, not even everyone present!

All under the Grandmaster are ants, no matter what kind of first-class martial artist he would not look down upon!

Seeing the green glow from Zhong Ding's fist, Yang Fan raised his eyebrows. Is this to use skills?

"Tiantong Fist is my own self-created technique, and no one can stop it under the guru! It's a good fate for you to die under my fist!"

Zhong Ding made a faint sound.

"Tiantong Fist?" This name is really vulgar!
Yang Fan twitched the corner of his mouth, not flattering the name.

After Zhong Ding finished speaking, he stepped lightly, and instantly appeared in front of Yang Fan, and punched out!
The fist is restrained, and the majestic momentum is fully released!

Yang Fan could even feel that the air around him seemed to be compressed, sealing all his backs!
Grandmaster shot, so terrifying!
Is this the fighting power of a master?

interesting!
A black light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes!

The domineering and terrifying fist hit Yang Fan, and even the people a hundred meters away on both sides heard a huge whistling sound!

This punch actually produced a sonic boom!
The bald head and the others grinned ferociously. In their eyes, Yang Fan was already a dead person!

Xue Long and others were intimidated by Zhong Ding's domineering aura, even if they had confidence in Yang Fan, they couldn't help but feel a little bit uncertain!
Covered by the light of the fist, Yang Fan's face was calm. Before the extremely domineering fist was about to approach him, his index and middle fingers were drawn together like a sword, seemingly casually and slowly, but in fact he pointed at Zhong Ding's fist very quickly!

The sword finger swallowed a sharp light and made contact with the fist.

"boom!"

A substantial ripple erupted centered on Yang Fan and Zhong Ding!
Flying sand and rocks, the wind is raging!
People on both sides squinted their eyes because of blowing, trying to look at the center, wanting to see the final result.

After the collision, powerful energy came, causing Yang Fan to back up continuously, but he forcibly stopped after taking five steps back, but his feet were trampled deeper and deeper.

Flicking his numb fingers, he secretly sighed that his physical strength was not enough to face the master-level skills, even with the weakened "drawing the sword" skill.

Zhong Ding only stepped back two steps, but there was surprise in his eyes!

Although his fist only used less than five levels of strength, it was enough to suppress most first-rate warriors!

The young man in front of him not only blocked it, but even made himself back!

His eyes became gloomy!
"Young man, you are not bad! Being able to take a move with the ability of a first-class warrior is enough to make you proud! If you are given time, it is not difficult to reach the master! It's just that you shouldn't take this muddy water, so today you You must die! If you want to blame it, blame yourself!"

Yang Fan smiled, but did not speak.

If someone could see Yang Fan's eyes, they would find that his eyeballs were already black like an abyss, and the mysterious aura emanated faintly, making him mysterious and unpredictable.

(End of this chapter)