Feng Lang smiled, twisted his body a few times, and suddenly there was a crackling sound all over his body. Then his face showed a very comfortable look, he nodded towards Hu Zunshi, and said with a smile, "Your fists are pretty good." It's hard, but not very powerful. It's fine for hitting the back or something else, but the rest is just..." Feng Lang didn't say any more and shook his head slightly, with contempt written all over his face.
"I seem to have made a mistake." Hu Zunshi looked Feng Lang up and down, and his expression suddenly became serious. With this inspection, he could not see through Feng Lang's depth. This undoubtedly showed that Feng Lang's cultivation level was at least not weaker than his.
Feng Lang raised his eyebrows, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and said coldly, "I didn't miss it. I know how much you weigh."
"Just now... did you receive that punch from me on purpose?" Hu Zunzhi's expression changed, and he couldn't believe it. [
Feng Lang turned around and glanced at the other two sides. Both Nan Huairen and the sisters Yin Yue and Yin Xing were locked in a hard fight and had no time to distract themselves. Feng Lang grinned and said hehely, "I can accompany you now." It’s time to have some fun.”
"Stop being pretentious here, I'm not a fool!" Hu Zunshi snorted angrily and punched Feng Lang again.
This time Feng Lang still did not retreat and dodge, but his expression at this time was completely different from before.
The expression on Feng Lang's face the previous time was as if he had been driven to the edge of a cliff by a hungry wolf, with no way out, and he suddenly burst out with great courage. At the same time as this courage, despair and tragedy arose. But this time it was different. There was no trace of heaviness in Feng Lang's eyes, only a playful sneer and sympathy for the weak.
Feng Lang's superior expression put extraordinary pressure on Hu Zunshi, making him very uncomfortable and had to grit his teeth to stop releasing his strength.
"Go to hell!" Hu Zunshi's roar shook the sky, but it sounded like he was cheering for himself.
Feng Lang stretched out his palm, spread his fingers, and clasped them slightly inward, like an open baggage, aiming directly at Hu Zunshi's fist.
If Yin Yue Yin Xing and Liao Qixun had the time to look back, they would be so surprised that they couldn't open their mouths from ear to ear. At this time, Feng Lang had one palm behind his back and the other palm stretched out flat against his chest. He looked as stable as a mountain. The demeanor and demeanor of a master could not match Feng Lang's attire at this time.
Hu Zunshi originally thought that Feng Lang was being mysterious, but now he doesn't think so anymore. The power that burst out from Feng Lang was far beyond his imagination. He could even faintly feel a subtle energy guiding his fist to hit Feng Lang's palm.
It sounds like guidance, but in fact, Hu Zunshi is unable to change this kind of guidance, and he can only passively accept it. This made Hu Zunshi feel deep fear from the inside out.
"Roar!!!" Since he can't get rid of this guidance, he will break it with all his strength. As a master of the fifth level, Hu Zunshi still has the necessary decisiveness. At the last moment, with the help of a sharp roar, he poured all the spiritual power in his body into his fist, until he fought Feng Lang to the death.