The three young people from the Ji family looked arrogant and did not even look at Leng Feng.
The disdain is palpable.
Ji Dong frowned and thought about it, thinking the same thing.
Then he said to Ji Jiu, the youngest of the three: "Xiao Jiu, go up and deal with him casually, just treat it as a challenge for us to warm up the arena."
"What bad luck." Ji Jiu walked into the ring reluctantly, and lazily raised his fingers at Leng Feng: "Uncle, come on.
Let's finish the fight early, and I'm going to go off and appreciate the martial arts of the head coach. "
Soon, the entire arena was left to Leng Feng and Ji Shijiu.
"The prelude to the ancient martial arts challenge. Officially begins!"
The temporary referee was Li Dafa.
As for Ji Baxiao, he watched Li Dafa's movements closely, fearing that he would come up with some tricks that would affect the Ji family.
Li Dafa didn't know where he got a gong.
As he struck the gong hard, the crowd watching suddenly started shouting.
"come on!"
"Hit his balls!"
"Bite him!"
They were in the mood of watching a show, and they were shouting incoherently.
Ji Jiujiu felt irritated when being watched by so many people, and said even more impatiently to Leng Feng opposite him: "You're taking your time, hurry up and take action!
Master, I don’t have time to waste with you!
If you don't take action, don't blame me for not giving you mortals a chance! "
Just when Ji Jiujiu crossed his arms, held his head high, and looked disdainful, Leng Feng made a mysterious starting gesture.
"This is.!"
Ji Dong, who was observing Ye Hong, suddenly saw Leng Feng's movements and was stunned.
Then his pupils shrank and he exclaimed: "Xiaojiu, be careful."
As soon as the word "small" came out of his mouth, Leng Feng suddenly moved!
"The first form of Baguazhang: Wandering Dragon Pando!"
At this moment, Leng Feng condensed everything he had learned over the past few days into a seemingly simple palm.
The wind roared in the palm, like a giant dragon flying in the sky or a tiger coming out of its cave, and it arrived in front of Ji Jiujiu like lightning.
"you!"
As soon as Ji Jiu heard Ji Dong's words, he was already approached by Leng Feng.
When he reacted, all that was left in front of him was Leng Feng's cold eyes and the palm that exuded terrifying power!
"boom!"
Ji Jiu covered his chest and stepped back repeatedly.
"Swish, swish, swish—"
After several consecutive stamping sounds, Ji Jiu's body unknowingly left the arena.
According to the rules, Leng Feng wins this round.
Ji Jiu held her aching chest and stood there dumbly, with a face full of disbelief.
He didn't react. Was he knocked out by a single move
The guy who was ridiculed by me just now defeated him with one palm? !
Leng Feng put away his fists and twisted his neck a few times, thinking it was a pity in his heart.
After all, he lacked experience in ancient martial arts, otherwise the unexpected blow just now should have knocked Ji Jiu down directly.
"Wow-"
The people around him were silent at first, and then burst into cheers.
Because they suddenly realized that the battle in front of them was not as boring as they imagined.
From Leng Feng's move to Ji Jiu's defeat, although the time only lasted in the blink of an eye, it staged a wonderful competition for everyone!
Especially Leng Feng's exquisite Baguazhang is even more amazing.
"Go on! Go on! Go on!"
The enthusiasm of the audience was suddenly aroused by Leng Feng's palm, and they kept shouting beside them.
(End of chapter)