Unconsciously, he quickly reached the place where the two parties agreed to compete. At this time, there were already a lot of people surrounded by the three and outside three floors. A duel between the nobles is extremely rare in the Wufeng Principality, and it may not be seen once in three to five years. The villagers in the capital of the Wufeng Principality are looking forward to this kind of thing.
As soon as Wu Ling appeared, the crowd started to blast the pot.
"Look, I hope brother is here. I really don't know how a good person like Master Wu Yu could have such a waste son. He has been training for ten years and still stays in the realm of leather refining."
"Realm? Can leather refining be worthy of the word "realm"? Almost all the martial arts practitioners in our Wufeng Principality took less than eight years to break through from leather refining to meat refining. A talent like Brother Hope is really a great choice. One, he is really the hope of the martial artist."
"Hey, that's right. Although I am in his 40s and still in the stage of refining meat, it took me less than five years to break through from leather refining to meat refining! My talent is comparable to hope. Brother is much worse!"
"Do you know that Master Fengying Lin had already tried a game with Brother Hope the other day, one move! Only one move! Master Feng severely injured Brother Hope."
Numerous cynicism and sarcasm all around seemed to pierce Wu Ling's heart like sharp spears. Wu Ling stood there blankly and raised her head silently. His dark eyes shot out two incredibly sharp eyes with piercing eyes. I swept through the people who mocked him, and there was a little excitement in my heart: Are these people so mean? Sure enough, when he came to another world, the dark side of the human body still existed. Haha, this makes me feel a little familiar. What's the fear of cynicism? Five years later, at most five years, I will let all these people shut their mouths!
Wu Ling's eyes were like two icy moonlights. His two dark eyes swept over everyone, and the noisy crowd miraculously quieted down.
Wu Ling's gaze was finally fixed on a man. The man's three-dimensional facial features were as handsome as a sword. The whole person exuded a kind of majestic kingly atmosphere. At this time, there was a touch of contempt on the evil and handsome face: "Wu Ling, you are here, how was your injury the other day? Ours did not need to be delayed for a few days than the trial?"
Wu Ling was stunned for a moment, and after confirming that this was his opponent Feng Yinglin, he replied categorically: "No need! Even though I know that I am not your opponent, Wu Ling still wants to fight, this time I shouldn't fight. Wouldn't you say that my martial arts family has no one?"
coax. The crowd suddenly exploded again.
"Hope, what is this brother doing? I heard that he was injured a few days ago. Why is he still fighting today? Hey, he is still young and vigorous!"
"Stupid hat, pure stupid hat! Who is Young Master Feng? That is the first martial arts genius of our Wufeng Principality. I heard that Young Master Feng's martial arts has improved again in the past few days, and he has reached the third level of Yi Bone. Master Wu Yu is unable to contend with the existence, I hope that this time, I am afraid that the bad luck will be less fortunate."
Wu Ling ignored him, took a deep breath, locked Fengyinglin tightly with his eyes, and placed his fists under his elbows to protect his chest. This is the starting hand of Wudang School's Taihe Fist. Style, advance can attack, retreat can defend: "I'm ready, let's start!"
Feng Yinglin was stunned for a moment: "What kind of posture is this, why have I never seen it before?" But he immediately came back to his senses, "What clever tricks will a waste material in the refining stage use?"
Feng Yinglin hit as soon as he said to fight, without replying, flew forward, two fists like thunder, Taishan slammed down on Wu Ling's chest.
This was the one and only one that defeated Wu Ling the other day. Feng Yinglin has considerable confidence in this move. This move concentrates his whole body strength on his fists and then bursts out. Its destructive power is really extraordinary. It should be understood that once martial arts have reached the realm of easy bones, their bones will be different from that of ordinary people, and they can often be used to open tablets and gravel with their palms.
Wu Ling in his heyday did not catch this palm. What's more, in Feng Yinglin's eyes, Wu Ling had just been seriously injured and his physical flexibility was already much lower than before.
Physical flexibility is the crux of the problem. If Wu Ling can't escape the attack of this palm, his physical condition will undoubtedly be defeated.
Seeing the power of this palm, Wu Ling's fluke mentality was immediately shocked. This level of attack is no more than that of his previous heyday.
Wu Ling held his breath right now, and his eyes swept across Fengyinglin's shoulders very quickly, and the trend of the punch against Fengyinglin was already clear to his chest. In a straight attack like Fengyinglin, all the movements of the whole body must be reflected on the shoulders. This kind of oppressive style of play is surprisingly powerful once hit, but the only weakness is that it is too easy for the opponent to see its attack direction.
Wu Ling didn't rush, his shoulders fell sharply, both elbows slid down, his teeth covered his chest, and his short body flicked a fist, but his body went to the side, just to avoid Fengyinglin's blow.
Feng Yinglin's "Huh" sound, but also changed quickly. He didn't feel sorry for the miss of the blow, but his figure became faster. "It's interesting, Wu Ling, it seems that I still underestimate the enemy."
The voice has fallen, and the body skills have not stopped, Feng Yinglin can see Wu Ling's flanking attack as a false move at a glance, and actually ignores it. The figure drew a wonderful arc, and then swam to the front of Wu Ling, with his feet on the middle palace, his fists still hit Wu Ling's chest, but this punch went around from the side.
Regardless of Fengyinglin's character, Wu Ling had to admire his martial arts brilliance. In his consciousness, people in this world are just physically stronger than people in the previous life. Refining skin, refining meat, changing bones, changing tendons, and changing marrow. Looking at these terms, they are all ways to exercise physical strength. The martial arts of this world are equally brilliant.
Wu Ling knew that this battle might be fierce, but he didn't back down. He turned his fists into his palms, and cheated his body to greet him.
"puff."
Without the sound of bone breaking as imagined, Fengyinglin's fist seemed to hit the cotton completely without any effort.
"How come?" Feng Yinglin was shocked, and immediately swiped both fists, another heavy punch.
Fists hunted and hunted, countless fist shadows flew in front of Wu Ling, Feng Yinglin punched faster than a punch, a punch was stronger than a punch, but there was no sense of force.
Wu Ling was also uncomfortable. In desperation, Wu Ling turned his fist into his palm, and used the Wudang Mian's palm of Wudang School to overcome the strength with softness.