While speaking, Fu Lingtian's fists soared to the sky, and his essence, energy, and spirit reached their peak at this moment.
This punch was so powerful that the competition field was shaken under the power of this punch, as if a natural disaster had come.
Seeing this, everyone in the audience fell silent. This farce is about to end.
No matter how strong Ren Ye Qingtang was, she couldn't avoid Fu Lingtian's all-out attack this time!
There was a hint of worry in Elder Qin's eyes. He was afraid that Ye Qingtang would not be safe under Fu Lingtian's punch...
At the same time, Ye Qingtang suddenly moved.
Everyone saw that Ye Qingtang did not retreat but advanced, and took the initiative to meet her, raising her arms slightly.
"Boom!"
The thunderous explosion made eardrums hurt, and the invisible air wave spread in all directions centered on Ye Qingtang and Fu Lingtian.
"This is impossible!"
Fu Lingtian looked surprised, and looked at Ye Qingtang who was close at hand.
quiet.
It was deathly silence.
Everyone in the audience, stay in place!
Elder Mo's eyes flashed, he got up from his seat in an instant, and stared closely at his registered disciple on the field.
Under the eyes of everyone, Ye Qingtang cut the fist with his palm lightly, and easily dispelled Fu Lingtian's full-strength blow.
At this moment, Ye Qingtang held Fu Lingtian's fist in his palm.
Just now, Fu Lingtian repeatedly asked Ye Qingtang to take him a move.
But at this moment, Ye Qingtang did as he wished, and did not dodge.
"Twenty strokes." Ye Qingtang's eyes were unmoved, and her voice was indifferent, as if it came from the depths of Nine Tours.
Now, there was no sound in the audience, and everyone froze in place, looking at Ye Qingtang on the stage.
The elders of the Qing Linzong seemed a little dull, their eyes were full of disbelief.
Before the twenty strokes, everyone thought that Ye Qingtang only focused on self-cultivation, avoiding confrontation with Fu Lingtian, and could only dodge.
However, in the twentieth move, Ye Qingtang blocked Fu Lingtian head-on with his fist!
Elder Qin looked surprised, and he hadn't recovered for a while, but Elder Mo beside him stood up instantly with surprise in his eyes.
"The Xuanling Sect girl..."
The elders of Fengyue Sect frowned deeply.
At this time, on the competition field, Ye Qingtang stood still, with one hand behind her back, and the other holding Fu Lingtian's right fist.
"This is the twentieth move." Ye Qingtang's voice was indifferent, expressionless.
"Impossible..." There was a trace of cold sweat on Fu Lingtian's forehead.
His right fist was restrained by Ye Qingtang, and Ye Qingtang's palm was like a mysterious mountain above nine heavens. No matter how Fu Lingtian struggled, he couldn't escape from Ye Qingtang's restraint.
"Fu Lingtian, I have fulfilled my promise and never fought back. I gave you twenty moves... It's a pity that you didn't live up to it. These twenty moves were neither painful nor itchy. I am really disappointed." Ye Qingtang sighed softly.
Hearing Ye Qingtang's words, the audience was in an uproar again.
Ye Qingtang actually mocked Fu Lingtian for being too weak! !
"What... what did you say..." Fu Lingtian's face was gloomy.
This woman in front of him, who is only a martial arts master, dares to be so presumptuous with him!
The smile on the corner of Ye Qingtang's mouth disappeared, her eyes suddenly turned cold, "Next, it's my turn."
As soon as Ye Qingtang finished speaking, she firmly grasped Fu Lingtian's palm and exerted force instantly.
In an instant, the true energy in Ye Qingtang's body circulated around the sky, erupting like an uncontrollable monster, or pouring out like a torrent breaking a dike.
"ah… !"
A miserable howl and the sound of broken hand bones sounded at the same time.
At this moment, the whole audience was completely sluggish, as if they had forgotten to think.