The Era of National Martial Arts

All thanks to this guy.

Earlier, he ordered that Wancheng Wuda University and Huake Wuda University be put together for a comparison.

As the name suggests, look at the peak strength of the two schools.

In the mainland, who doesn't know that they are protecting An Wuke.

They are well aware of this.

However, it will not say.

After all, they had been discussing yesterday to support An Wuke.

Therefore, there is nothing wrong with opening the door of convenience.

And they're happy to see it happen.

"Game start!"

Without further ado, Fan Jingwen stepped aside and retreated to the edge of the ring.

Swish swish!

All of a sudden!

A sound of breaking through the air sounded.

"and many more!"

When Li Yang was about to go up, Xu Zhen grabbed Li Yang, shook his head and said, "Don't go, I'll go. They are all third-rank, even if they are consumed, they won't consume much. It's meaningless, I'll go."

After saying that, without waiting for Li Yang to agree, he rushed to the ring.

All in the blink of an eye!

"This...principal..."

Li Yang stared, smiled wryly and said, "When did Xu Zhen get so fast? I didn't even realize it. Could it be that he was hiding his clumsiness before?"

Ma Chongshan rubbed his chin and said: "Second-rank bone forging, he should temper his limbs first, and his explosive power is far better than before, so you can't keep up."

It's just that it seems to have become stronger again.

Really evil!

As everyone knows, taking advantage of the rest time these two days, Xu Zhen started to practice using the attribute list again.

Among them, the energy is obtained from Yi Qixu.

Now, Xu Zhen's limbs and torso have been tempered in Wancheng, leaving only his skull.

Because it was too dangerous, Xu Zhen really didn't dare to temper it.

If it weren't for a few games to squeeze Xu Zhen's potential, Xu Zhen wouldn't be able to temper his limbs and torso so quickly.

This Wuhan University exchange match has helped Xu Zhen a lot.

Let him go all the way from the early stage of the first rank to the present.

Now, his strength has gone one step further, not far from the third grade.

Xu Zhen stood on the ring, holding a prairie gun, with a solemn expression on his face.

Opposite is a third-rank martial artist from Zhucheng Wuda.

"An Wuke, Xu Zhen!"

"Pearl City Wuhan University, tension!"

After introducing each other, Zhang Li stomped his foot and rushed over.

At the same time, Zhang Li pulled out the saber from his waist with a bang.

"clang!"

Xu Zhen's face changed slightly, his palms went numb, and he took a step back.

"Good power!"

With a compliment, Xu Zhen bumped into him without fear.

"Clang clang clang..."

Relying on the perfect-level basic marksmanship, Xu Zhen and Zhang Li dealt with each other.

Gradually, bursts of instability came into play.

"boom!"

Xu Zhen shot down suddenly, even the barrel of the gun was bent.

"puff!"

Zhang Li spurted out a mouthful of blood, looked at Xu Zhen in disbelief, and said in shock: "You are not a second grade at all!"

Xu Zhen smiled without explaining.

I didn't expect a shot to be so powerful.

On the one hand, the unstable explosion doubles the bonus, and on the other hand, the marksmanship power increases by 200%, that is to say, it explodes with four times the power, who can bear it.

Just when Xu Zhen was about to continue to attack, Zhang Li suddenly fell down with a knife in his hand, spitting blood from his mouth, looking seriously injured.

Xu Zhen frowned, the injury is so serious?

Nor did he want to.

It's a pity that the attribute list doesn't listen to him, which is also helpless.

Fan Jingwen immediately rushed to Zhang Li's side, checked him, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, the third-rank martial artist has a strong physique, and his life is not in danger, but the injury is serious enough."

Immediately, Fan Jingwen looked up at Xu Zhen, and then at the Liaoyuan Gun.

This child is really terrifying.

He could see that Xu Zhen didn't mean it, but he still beat Zhang Li to a serious injury.

After a while, the tension was sent down.