Mo Tianyun practiced Ruoshui Rou Fist and Tianshe Body Technique. Although he was not very strong, he was best at undressing his strength. Zhou Bufan thought that this time could make Meng Bai consume more, but he didn't expect that he would defeat him faster than Chu Feng.

After this, Zhou Bufan had no choice but to look at Gao Qianjun at that time.

Gao Qianjun naturally understood what was going on, and also thought Meng Bai was in a difficult situation. After a move, he looked at Zhong Yang and said, "We both have people going up. It's your turn to No. 1! What, you know that you are not strong enough and want to hide behind and take advantage! This may not be good for your own people!"

"How do we do it, you still have to worry about it? If you have the ability, challenge me, No. 1 Middle School master. If you don't have the ability, give in early. Don't just think about making conspiracies!" Mengke's Cifeng was very sharp, stopping Zhong Yang's impulse and counterattacked immediately.

"I want to apply to fight according to the serial number!" Gao Qianjun spoke again, holding his hand high towards the referee.

Gao Qianjun did not know the sequence number, but he was at the end of the seventh Middle School. He thought that this would always allow Zhong Yang and Monk to go on the battlefield early so that they would not let them get the advantage in the end. However, before the referee could speak, Zhou Bufan directly opposed it, "I don't agree!"

As soon as he heard this, he knew that Zhou Bufan’s serial number was ahead.

To defeat Meng Bai, the two families still need to work together, so he has no way to confront each other. Faced with this, he can only send another person helplessly.

"In the next step, Zhang Hengyu saw that Meng was good at hard skills, but he wanted to compete!"

Zhang Hengyu is not tall, similar to Meng Bai, but he is particularly strong, with high muscles all over his body, especially his temples, which are slightly bulging. You can tell at a glance that he has achieved success in practicing hard skills from outsiders.

In fact, this is true. He practiced the Taoist Golden Armor Technique, which was as high as the third level. At this time, he had a small level of success, and he had really copper and iron bones all over his body, and ordinary swords could not be damaged. Among the four people in the seventh period, his combat power was second only to Gao Qianjun, and his eight extraordinary meridians had six of them.

"Since you have the intention, how can I not fulfill it? Come on!"

"Ba"

Zhang Hengyu wanted to inspire Meng Bai to fight hard with him. Seeing that he agreed, he was naturally very happy. He moved with all his might and blasted out with one move.

The air burst, the air waves rolled, and the momentum was amazing.

Meng Bai did not retreat but advanced instead. He used a style of bull demon to shake his tail and cooperated with the "pray" technique of the big stele-hitting hand. The true energy was stirred up and the secret energy was thriving.

"Bang--"

With a fierce sound, Meng Baili was silent on the spot, and Zhang Hengyu took three steps back to stabilize his body. His skin was dark and gold, and it looked like a metal that had been forged many times, but at this moment, his face suddenly turned red, as if he was holding his breath.

It turned out that Meng Bai had just punched the big stele and the force penetrated his body, which hurt his lungs.

This is because Zhang Hengyu has practiced hard skills for many years, with thick skin and extremely solid skin. If it were the two before, they would have vomited blood and lost their combat power.

"not good!"

Seeing this scene, Gao Qianjun was instantly nervous, "Persist, you must persevere!"

Meng Bai naturally would not miss this opportunity, take advantage of the situation and punched him out, opening and closing, and the central palace went straight in.

"I am also a child of aristocratic families, how could I be defeated just like that?"

At this moment, Zhang Hengyu's arrogance emerged and suddenly closed his eyes. Seeing this, Gao Qianjun felt a little relieved. However, he knew that his junior had a unique trick. In other words, he could suppress Zhang Hengyu in a steadily way. He was really fighting for life and death. It was not certain who would win or lose!

The moment Zhang Hengyu closed his eyes, his years of hard work in sacrifice to the gods made a golden armored general appear in his mind instantly.

The Zhang Hengyu family belongs to a family of gods and beats, inheriting the secret methods of Liu Ding and Liu Jia. The golden armor ritual is actually a foundational martial art, in order to have a better body and bear the power of gods and beats.

It is said that some people from the ancestors of the Zhang family could summon the six Ding and six Jia twelve gods, and their strength was even better than the king. But now, the children of the Zhang family have chosen one of the gods of Ding and six Jia as their natal gods and practice gods. Zhang Hengyu chose the first one of the six Ding and six Jias, Wang Wenqing, the god general of Jiazi!

"Jiazi protects me, and the sky thunder subdues the evil demons!"

Zhang Hengyu murmured, and just as Meng Bai's fist hit, he opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes are these!

Clear and cold, the cold light is clear and majestic! It vaguely, Meng Bai seemed to see golden light shining on Zhang Hengyu's body, just like a god coming to the mortal world.

Zhang Hengyu's arm flicked, and the true energy flowed naturally, and it was in less than half a foot of the land, making a shocking roar, like a thunder dynasty.

"Bang--"

The two fists were fighting, but this time Zhang Hengyu did not move his feet, but Meng Bai was shaken back several steps. Moreover, his palms were numb, as if they were shocked by electric shock.

Faced with this, Meng Bai was not afraid or cautious, but became more and more excited. After his accomplishment of the Hercules will, he had never used his full strength!

At this moment, Meng Bai forgot that this was a middle school martial arts competition. He had no desire for gains and losses. He only tried his best to play a hearty and enjoyed it!

"Great power!"

Meng Bai exclaimed, used his body technique in the wind, twisted his feet and rushed forward with a more powerful and urgent speed.

"Bang--"

Another explosion, both of them took a step back.

Meng Bai's arms became even numb and trembled unconsciously. He also had similar sensations all over his body, which was quite ineffective. This is the Heavenly Thunder Fist of the Jiazi God General Wang Wenqing. His hands were like lightning and his strength was like thunder!

Zhang Hengyu was not having a good time. The big stele-hitting hand made the word "pat" to penetrate the internal organs, causing his qi and blood to stimulate, his face turned red, and his original sacred meaning was greatly reduced.

"Come again!" Meng Bai seemed to have completely forgotten to preserve his physical strength at this moment. He just passed by one punch, and then he started to hit the flesh, fighting hard.

Under the ring, Gao Qianjun and others cheered because this was in line with their plan. Zhong Yang was also very happy and felt that revenge was hopeful. Except for Jiang Yan, the audience outside the field were also cheered. There was no way, the battles on other rings are now very conservative and dull, and finally there was a fierce one, so naturally they had to encourage them.

With five punches in a row, both of them were evenly matched. However, Meng Bai became more and more excited as he fought, while the cold light of the god in Zhang Hengyu's eyes faded rapidly.

When Meng Bai's sixth punch was shot out, the true form of the Jiazi God General in Zhang Hengyu's mind was already blurred. He was determined to lift his strength and fought again, but he found that it was difficult to lift his arms, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The power of divine attack stimulates one's own potential. When it explodes, it means it is complete weakness.

"This man is too fierce, even the power of the gods' attack?"

"puff--"

With a dull sound, Meng Bai's punch did not face Zhang Hengyu, but hit the palm of the referee's ghost hand Han Qing. Meng Bai only felt a soft and soft force wrapping his fist, and in an instant he dissolved all his power.

"He is powerless, you won this time!"

Han Qing had to come out. Zhang Hengyu's internal organs were shocked and his injuries were not light, but it was not revealed because of the special force of the divine blow. Now the divine blow has gone, and if he gets this punch again, he will definitely die. Even now, Zhang Hengyu has not been able to get out of bed without ten days and half a month of cultivation. Then the second chance is completely useless.
Chapter completed!