"Don't worry, I know what I know!" Xie Xin said without looking back. He was eager to try.

Zhong Jing, who was on the opposite side, also whispered a few words to Fang La. Because his voice was very low, others could not hear him. All he saw was Fang La nodding his head.

Xie Xin took a few steps forward, then put on his posture, stretched one fist to his chest, and lowered the other to his waist.

"bring it on!"

Although Fang La is young, he has been working hard in the Mingjiao branch for several years, so he has rich fighting experience. Recently, he was accepted as a disciple by Zhong Jing and taught several secrets. Although he is not as powerful as a tiger, his strength is indeed

Much enhanced.

"Hey, ha!" Fang La took two steps forward and hit Xie Xin with his palm.

Zhong Jing nodded with satisfaction when he saw his apprentice's mastery of palm skills. This was a set of palm skills he taught Fang La. It was a simplified version of his "Big Nine Heavens Palm" and could be called "Little Nine Heavens Palm".

Xie Xin appeared very calm when facing Fang Ladi's attack. He remembered what Xie Ying said in his ears when he started practicing internal skills, "If he is strong, let him be strong, and the breeze will blow on the hills; if he is horizontal, he will be horizontal, and the bright moon will blow."

Shine on the great river".

No matter how Fang La changed his moves, he could only hit him back with the Seven-Injury Fist.

With a soft "pop" sound, Xie Xin's fist hit Fang La's elbow. Since he was far stronger than the opponent, he directly disrupted the opponent's moves.

Fang La's expression changed at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he refused to admit defeat. Although his right hand was restrained and his left hand blocked Xie Xin's right fist, he still raised his left leg and kicked Xie Xin's waist.

"It's over, you can take the ice silkworm away." Zhong Jing said directly.

"Why are your internal organs injured?" Zhong Jing asked with a frown, "Could it be that his boxing technique can injure the opponent's internal organs?"

"Let's go, I won't send you off." Zhong Jing waved his hands angrily and said.

Fang La also walked back to Zhong Jing dejectedly. He had always been the best among his peers in Mingjiao, but now he lost to a farm boy of the same age. Fang La was now full of frustration.

So he quickly moved away to avoid Xie Xin's fists. Faced with Xie Xin's next few punches, he nimbly dodged them.

At this moment, Xie Ying was watching from the side. "That's it!"

When Xie Xin heard Xie Ying's words, he let go of Fang La's wrist and walked back to Xie Ying slowly, with an unfinished expression on his face.

Instead, Xie Ying asked: "Master Zhong, is this competition over?"

Xie Ying saluted and then led everyone down the mountain.

Fang La once again felt a strange force pass through his left leg and into his internal organs, which was exactly the same as the feeling just now.

Xie Ying walked to the ice silkworms, pinched the two ice silkworms, and put them back into the stone box.

Fang La also reacted very quickly. As soon as his moves were messed up, he immediately took two steps back, readjusted his posture, and struck again.

Fang La also shook his head and replied: "I don't know either. After being hit by his fist, I just felt like my body was shaking and I couldn't fight back at all."

Xie Xinke didn't know how the other party felt. He still grabbed the other party's right hand firmly to prevent him from escaping. Then he shot one after another, trying to hit Fang La's chest and lower abdomen respectively.

"Then let's say goodbye!" Xie Ying said to Zhong Jing.

Xie Xin couldn't even make a few moves, and finally seized the opportunity when Fang La retreated.

On the other hand, Fang La, even if he was indifferent to Xie Xin's words, could not change his embarrassment. Xie Xin's moves were simple, but his fists were powerful and heavy. With one hand to attack, there must be another hand to defend. Even if he could avoid the attack all the time, he would still find it.

No chance to fight back.

He walked a few steps quickly with both feet, and struck out decisively with his right hand, punching Fang La across the cheek. Fang La made a mistake in his steps, tilted his head back, and dodged.

After all, it was inappropriate to inquire about his opponent's martial arts. Zhong Jing still did not ask the question, "What martial arts did your apprentice use just now?"

Of course, his words were a bit urgent, but his actions were still steady. Xie Ying looked at them and nodded secretly.

Zhong Jing felt a little strange, so he put his hand on his apprentice's wrist and checked his pulse.

However, Xie Xin's punch was different from before. He secretly used the key to the Seven Injury Fist and struck Fang La's palm firmly.

"It's not interesting, it's too unchallenging."

Just from a simple fight, Fang La knew that the opponent's arm strength was amazing, and it would be disadvantageous for him to confront him head-on, so he wanted to fight in a roundabout way.

He already felt a little blushing. He had lost to the other party in the competition. Now even his own apprentice could not compare with the other party's apprentice. As the leader of the Ming Cult, he had lost a lot of face.

Although this punch also failed to hit, he seized the opportunity to fight. Xie Xin used his arms hard, turned his palm and grabbed Fang La's wrist, then raised his right hand and made a fist to hit Fang La.

Xie Xin took back his right hand and punched Fang La's left leg again.

Because Zhong Jing was looking at Fang La's back just now, he naturally did not see the state of his apprentice after he was hit, so he asked: "What happened just now? Why didn't you defend yourself when you knew the opponent's punches were fierce?"

Xie Xin's fist reached Fang La's chest and stopped firmly. Fang La had no time to resist because of the weird pain he felt before.

Zhong Jing on the other side also noticed something was wrong. Xie Xin's move just now was not abrupt, but Fang La had not established an effective defense. If Xie Ying hadn't stopped him, he would have been punched again.

Xie Xin was much stronger than Fang La, so Fang La was suddenly grabbed by the wrist and couldn't break free for a while. So he had to raise his uncaught left hand to block the attack.

Then he hit Fang La in the stomach with his left hand. Fang La closed his palms and slammed down, stopping Xie Xin's attack just before his fist hit him.

"What are you doing, fighting with me! Why are you sliding around like a loach?" Xie Xin, after all, has a young mind, and he sneered after failing to hit his opponent with several consecutive moves.

Although he grew up in Shaoshi Mountain, which is home to the Shaolin Temple, he has never had a real fight with anyone after practicing martial arts for many years. Now he finally has a peer to compete with, but he only stopped after a dozen moves.

This is the leader Zhong Jing. If it were a leader with a more grumpy temper, Xie Ying and others would have fallen into the face of the Ming Cult so hard, and now it would probably be a life-and-death situation.

But Xie Xin was different. He fought steadily, and although he had the advantage, he didn't make any rash moves. He just took a step forward, and punched out again from his waist.

"Master, just let them go like this?" After Xie Ying and others walked far away, Feng Wei walked up to Zhong Jing and asked.

"Otherwise? Is there still a chance of a fight?" Zhong Jing asked rhetorically, "And as far as I know, this Hui Yin just now seems to have some tricks up his sleeve. I'm afraid we won't be able to stop him. And there's no guarantee that there won't be any of those hundreds of people.

Master, it's better not to take risks."

"How can this little monk have such strength?" Feng Wei was surprised. He was only a few years younger than Zhong Jing, so it was reasonable to call Xie Ying a little monk.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that Shaolin Temple would produce such a young peerless master." Zhong Jing sighed, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.
Chapter completed!