Chapter 220: Body Movement

"The place here is too small. For a competition, it would be more appropriate to go to the martial arts training ground."

Qin Shaochen bowed his hand politely.

"The martial arts training ground is in the backyard. Senior Zhang, please come with me."

After that, he walked out of the hall without looking back.

Zhang Shanfeng was stunned for a moment.

This matter seems to be a bit...

Being squeezed by Qin Shaochen, Zhang Shanfeng felt that it was not appropriate to go, and it seemed inappropriate not to go...

If you don’t go, it’s just talk without practice.

Went,

Could it be that he, a great martial artist, really had a fight with a young boy who was in the early stages of martial arts?

Wouldn't that make people laugh out loud?

"Master Zhang, don't be angry, don't pay attention to that stupid boy..."

Qin Baye hurriedly came out to smooth things over.

But before he finished speaking, Zhou Ziyao stood up at this moment.

"Since that kid wants to take action, let's go to the martial arts training ground together."

"I would like to see where he gets so much confidence?"

After saying that, he walked out of the hall.

Everyone couldn't help but be a little confused.

Unexpectedly, the famous Deacon Zhou of Wanbaotang would also follow suit.

Everyone looked at each other, a little helpless.

In the end, they all had to go to the training ground in the backyard.

The martial arts training ground in Ba Ye's house is spacious enough.

Qin Shaochen stood in the middle of the field, with his hands behind his back, and a smile on his face.

Zhou Ziyao, on the other hand, was standing by the side of the field. He looked like he was waiting to see the fun.

Qin Nanshan quickly walked forward.

"Senior Zhou, you are highly respected, so you should quickly think of a way to stop them from taking action. Otherwise, the trouble will get out of hand."

Zhou Ziyao rolled his strange eyes, glanced sideways at Qin Nanshan, and shook his head.

"Your eldest nephew insists on becoming a monster, who can stop him?"

Then, he laughed inexplicably, stretched out his palm and patted Qin Nanshan's shoulder.

"Don't worry! From what I know about that kid, he won't be the one who suffers, so don't worry."

Seeing that Zhou Ziyao was unwilling to stop him, Qin Nanshan complained secretly, but there was nothing he could do.

But Zhang Shanfeng's expression became increasingly gloomy.

Seeing Deacon Zhou standing aside as if nothing had happened, without saying a word, the anger in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

This is determined to embarrass him!

In this case, there is no need to be polite anymore...

Zhang Shanfeng obviously figured something out. After snorting heavily, he strode to the center of the martial arts training ground.

"Boy, have you thought about it carefully? Do you really want to fight me?"

"Of course it's true."

When Qin Shaochen spoke, there was a smile on his lips.

But the tone was impolite.

"Otherwise, how would I know whether you, a great martial artist, are real or fake?"

"good!"

"You found this!"

Zhang Shanfeng's face turned blue, obviously irritated.

"Zhang practices the Gale Fist. Once you move your hands, it will only get faster and faster. When the time comes, you may not be able to stop."

After saying that, he stopped talking and punched directly.

He has decided to take action! No need to show any mercy!

Fight for one punch and knock that arrogant boy down.

Let him have broken bones and tendons!

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated.

For a young martial artist to challenge him in public in the hall, isn't it a naked insult?

He won't accept this kind of jealousy!

But when he punched down, he didn't hit anything and failed.

It turned out that Qin Shaochen took a step back in time. Just avoid it.

"Sure enough, he has a bit of arrogant capital."

"Try this trick again."

Zhang Shanfeng laughed dryly and waved his fists continuously, one punch after another. In an instant, a fist shadow was produced.

It was densely packed with at least fifty or sixty punches.

This is his famous martial art - Gale Fist.

Once it is used, it will be like a mountain bearing down on the top, making the enemy unstoppable, unable to avoid, and directly crushed into meat patties.

"Well done!"

Qin Shaochen also roared.

Then he raised his Fire Palm and began to resist with all his strength.

There was a loud "bang bang" sound, and under Wu Xin's guidance, every punch was blocked by him.

But the punch was so powerful that he could only block it while taking small steps back.

Can't help but retreat.

The gap in skill between the two sides was too great, and even with his natural divine power, they would not be able to compete head-on.

He must use the ghost body technique and move quickly to neutralize the astonishing destructive power of the opponent's fist.

Even though he only moved a small distance backward each time, due to the extremely fast movement, most of the force in Gale Fist was consumed by that small step back.

As for the destructive power of the fists and palms intersecting, there is no way it can break through Hui Shipi's defense.

As soon as the fighting started, the fighting became fierce.

In just a few minutes, they fought dozens of times.

Qin Shaochen was obviously at a disadvantage, but he did not panic.

He kept retreating, but in an orderly manner.

Very organized.

With movement and martial arts, it really makes a big difference.

It seems that Lan Kui was right.

Once his martial arts is integrated into his body skills, his strength will be enhanced by more than just a tiny bit.

Although he is at a disadvantage now, in fact, he is not under much pressure.

Compared with last time, it is completely different.

The last time he fought against the great martial artist, he could only rely on his gray stone skin.

Although he was not injured, he was hit frequently and the scene was very ugly.

But this time, he was able to confront a great martial artist head-on with his body and martial arts.

Gray stone skin has become a hidden method.

This is a real confrontation.

But in the eyes of others, the competition between the two is another scene.

In the eyes of others, Zhang Shanfeng's waving fists have become a storm of iron fists, with a whistling sound of breaking wind, smashing towards Qin Shaochen crazily.

Qin Shaochen had no power to fight back.

He could only use a series of dense palm techniques to barely resist, while constantly retreating.

But, there was something different.

Because no one could see Qin Shaochen's figure clearly.

It felt like his whole body was shaking frequently.

The shaking speed was so fast that his figure looked blurred.

Nothing could be seen clearly.

"What's going on?"

Qin Nanshan only looked for a while and felt dizzy.

How could a person shake so fast?

He was a little confused and couldn't help asking Zhou Ziyao who was standing beside him.

"Awesome, it's really a bit awesome!"

Zhou Ziyao ignored him and talked to himself.

"When did that kid learn a magical body movement?"

"It's so perfect."

"It's like it was made for me."

"No wonder that kid dared to go crazy and run out to challenge the great martial artist...!"

Listening to Zhou Ziyao's mumbling, Qin Nanshan was relieved even though he still didn't understand.

The "kid" Zhou Ziyao mentioned was of course Qin Shaochen.

Since he was said to be "powerful", the situation couldn't be that bad.

But soon, Qin Nanshan had a bigger doubt in his mind.

When did Xiaochen become so powerful?

How could he fight with a great martial artist for so long and not lose?

The two fought for only more than ten minutes, but Zhang Shanfeng had thrown at least a thousand punches.

Qin Nanshan could vaguely feel that any of the overwhelming punches could break his bones and tendons.

Hundreds of thousands of punches came at once, and the power was so terrifying.

But Qin Shaochen didn't lose.

It felt like he was always at a disadvantage, but he still blocked it.

Could it be that the great martial artist... was intentionally giving in?

On the surface, it seemed like he was attacking like a tide, but in fact, he was secretly leaving room.

However, it didn't look like that!

Because Zhang Shanfeng at this time no longer had a gloomy face.

Instead, his face was flushed, his breathing was rapid, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

The Fierce Wind Fist was extremely powerful, but there was no doubt that it consumed a lot of energy.

Zhang Shanfeng was still attacking, and when he swung his fists, he could still bring up a whirring sound.

But the speed had obviously slowed down.

This state... was a bit unbearable!

It was obviously that his skills were insufficient and his physical strength was close to overdrawn!

This... How could this be possible?

Could the loser of this competition be that great martial artist?

"It can't be true?"

Qin Nanshan couldn't help but murmured.

Suddenly, I felt that not only was my eyes dizzy, but my mind was also a little confused!