"What did you say?"
Bei Mingchen was stunned, he obviously didn't expect Zhang Heng to dare to say this.
"I'll tell you the truth, I've known about this person's existence for a long time, and I'm a little interested in him." Zhang Heng said truthfully.
A martial artist with artistic conception did give him a lot of surprises.
It even gave him a feeling of being impressed by martial arts, although there was still a huge gap between martial artists and cultivators, but advanced martial artists could already threaten lowly cultivators.
"Just you?" Bei Yingchen sneered.
"Am I not clear enough to you?"
"Today's protagonists are clearly me and Situ Longxiang, and all of you are just supporting roles."
"If you want to challenge him, you must first defeat me, do you want to dominate the crowd?"
For this war, Bei Yingchen prepared for three years.
He killed the master who gave birth to him and raised him, and he did not regret it, because it was an order from his master.
For three years, he lived in pain and self-blame every day, and for a while, he went crazy and almost collapsed.
But when he got through those hard years, he found that he was different.
Hatred made him stronger, and he finally touched a higher level of martial arts... It's a pity that the price is too great!
After paying so much and going through so much, in order to fight today, he ended up killing a kid who didn't know the height of the sky and wanted to dominate the city, how could he not be angry?
"I'm a little sorry, but I have to say that you're no match for him."
"Why don't you let me do it."
The first sentence had already made Bei Mingchen mad, but after listening to the second sentence, he felt that he didn't need to be angry
He shook his head and said.
"You don't understand anything at all."
With that, he walked out of the contestant's seat. looked coldly at Situ Longxiang who came over.
"I gave you three years, but it seems that your growth is not great." The corners of Situ Longxiang's mouth outlined a mocking arc.
"It's not big to grow, it's not said with your mouth, when I kill you, I hope you can still talk nonsense." North Shenchen-for-tat.
As soon as the words fell, he also jumped, also stepping on the audience's heads, and swept towards the octagonal cage.
When he was about to arrive, he no longer borrowed strength, and his body actually moved two or three meters away in the void!
Volley!
Wuzun!
The knowledgeable people all stood up, and their faces were shocked.
"Twenty-eight-year-old Wu Zun, what is this concept?"
"I didn't expect you to be a martial artist." Situ Longxiang's pupils shrank suddenly: "It's absolutely impossible for me to watch you continue to grow...
"Your heart is no longer calm, this is not good, before the battle of life and death, if you can't guarantee that your heart is like water, it is easy to cause errors in judgment."
Suddenly, a voice rang out.
Zhang Heng shook his head.
He looked up, his brow furrowed.
Zhang Heng pointed to Bei Yingchen on the platform and said lightly.
"Your next opponent."
When Situ Longxiang heard this, he felt that it was ridiculous.
Even you, a vain, seemingly foundationless kid, want to challenge me?
He glanced at him disdainfully and walked away with his hands behind his back.
Zhang Heng touched his nose and walked towards the octagonal cage.
"The opponent is Bei Mingchen, can he do it, boss?" Bai Shuangxi had broken away from the joy of making a fortune at this moment, his brows were tightly locked, and he was very worried.
"Not necessarily." Liu Ruyu didn't know why, but she had an inexplicable premonition.
Today, maybe there really is going to be big news.
"Bei Yingchen is full of hatred, if he doesn't do it, he will kill people." The Chu madman crossed his legs and put his hands behind his head.
"When the time comes, I'm going to take his body and feed it to the dogs!" Zhang Yuan smiled gloomily, thinking in his heart, this time, you don't have a chance to turn over, right?
Zhang Heng received a lot of applause.
On the one hand, it is mercy, he faces Bei Yingchen, he can't live long, and everyone doesn't hesitate to praise him.
On the other hand, it is admiration, a young man like him is about to fight against the young head of the Northern Fist Sect, not only is he not afraid, but he is comfortable.
This kind of heart has made many people admire.
"Master, he's still very young, can you save him?"
A young girl asked.
"He has already gone to war, the rules of the rivers and lakes, as long as he fights, he can't regret it..." The old man with white hair touched the girl's head and said, "I hope he can live." "
He sighed, feeling a little helpless in his heart.
There are many people who come here today, but ordinary spectators and rich people don't know that a considerable number of people are martial artists.
For example, the two masters and apprentices received the news three months ago and came to watch the battle.
The struggle between the north and the south, whether it was martial arts or culture, lasted for thousands of years.
This kind of grand scene, as long as it is a martial artist, does not want to miss it.
It's just a pity that such a provincial capital was handed over to the Chu family to organize, and before the decisive battle, there was an octagonal cage fight.
Not to mention the ordinary people sent by the gym, the so-called boxing king, the emperor of the ring, in front of those two, it is just a broken brick.
A person like Zhang Heng, although he is a little amazing, is just a victim.
"I'll give you one last chance, now you cut off your arm, you can leave, I don't want to be silent for three years to make the first move, but to face an unknown person." The light in Bei Yingchen's eyes was as bright as the stars.
He has been accumulating strength for a long time, and once he makes a move, it will inevitably be a thunderous blow.
In his imagination, the target of this blow must be Situ Longxiang.
"You think I don't deserve to let you do it?" Zhang Heng smiled slightly.
He suddenly took half a step forward, and with a stroke of his palm, there was an invisible energy surging through.
This scene shocked many people.
"I'm out of sight?" Situ Longxiang frowned slightly.
And Bei Mingchen also raised his eyebrows, he glanced at Zhang Heng, and for the first time felt that this nameless boy gave him an incomprehensible feeling.
"Who are you?"
Still, he didn't take him seriously.
Even if he has some skills, what can he do?
In Chinese history, a genius like him is very rare, and he doesn't think Zhang Heng also has this kind of qualification.
Even if there is, so what, at his age, even if he starts practicing martial arts from his mother's womb, what can he do?
"If I have another ten years, I will defeat Situ Longxiang!"
"Geniuses are all in a race against time, I have grown to twenty-eight years old, and you, at most, are only twenty years old."
"Eight years of time is definitely not something that talent can make up for!"
Bei Mingchen seemed to see his own shadow from Zhang Heng.
He sighed and slammed his shot.
Sure enough, as he said, this shot was a thunderous blow!
The strength of his palm was like a match, turning into silk threads, and he wanted to surround Zhang Heng's whole person.
"Qi Jin Silk, I didn't expect him to have mastered this incredible skill..." Many martial artists sighed, this is the legendary top method.
At the same time, a cold momentum burst out from him.
is also the artistic conception, but it is different from the strong and oppressive feeling of Situ Longxiang, the artistic conception of Bei Yingchen is sharp, and from the beginning, it is full of aggression.
"It's a little interesting" Zhang Heng first praised, and then shook his head: "It's a pity, this is your strongest blow." "
He jumped to his feet, and the aura in his body surged.
Now, he is at the fifth level of Qi training, and he is more than ten times stronger than before.
What he didn't expect was that the power of the martial artist he had never looked down on was infinitely close to the fifth level of Qi training.
In other words, even if he faced this blow from Bei Yingchen, he had to deal with it carefully.
The idea of underestimating the enemy in Zhang Heng's mind quietly faded a lot.
In this way, a truly powerful martial artist is not as weak as he thinks.
The martial arts, which have been inherited for thousands of years in Chinese history, also have its uniqueness.
He looked at Bei Mingchen, without the slightest murderous intent in his heart.
He is a person with clear grievances, today should have been a big drama between Bei Mingchen and Situ Longxiang, he is noisy, not kind.
However, Bei Yingchen's words were not disrespectful, and the two offset them.
Later, because of Bei Shenchen's full force, he suddenly woke up and realized that the martial artists on the earth could also threaten cultivators.
This kind of threat is not to say how close the two are, but that the martial artists who stand at the top have the strength to kill those who have cultivated to the lowest level.
Unfortunately, Zhang Heng is currently in this ranks.
However, after all, he is a dignified Immortal Venerable, even if he recultivates now, he can't be measured with common sense, and in the face of a full force blow that is enough to threaten him, Zhang Heng took a step forward, and the spiritual energy in his body poured into his fingertips.
I saw him pointing at his sword and slashing towards the void!