After listening to Chen Jian's words, the opposite side was silent.

The armor on the battle armor helmet was lifted upwards, revealing an equally young face, staring at Chen Jian with expressionless expression.

Chen Jian smiled: "My name is Chen Jian, I don't know what you call him?"

"Zhang Zhaoran." The young man stared at Chen Jian for a while and put down his armor.

On the sidelines, everyone on the other side frowned and looked at Wang Jinyan and Lao Wan.

"He is not my clerk, so how can he make his own decisions?" Lao Wan said with a smile.

The middle-aged man led the opposite side said, "It will be bad if you hurt someone."

Lao Wan smiled and said, "I believe Mr. Zhang is responsible."

Zhang Zhaoran, who was wearing the battle armor, was the son of Mr. Zhang in front of him. He was also a cultivator who had achieved success in qi cultivation. This time he went home during the winter vacation of college and only played a guest appearance from his father. As Lao Wan had just observed, he was a very outstanding martial arts practitioner.

But in this way, it is difficult for Kai to accurately judge the quality of the battle armor by borrowing people's power.

If not, I don’t have to find Chen Jian to take action.

Of course, Lao Wan would not say this true thought in his heart.

"If you two are ready..." He held a timer and shouted loudly: "...Prepare! Start!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Zhaoran, wearing armor, moved.

Psychic battle armor not only increases defense, but also has a psychic talisman array engraved on the armor, which will also increase in other aspects.

Zhang Zhaoran's body, the hunter's battle armor, and the legs of the back of the heart, five talisman arrays lit up at the same time.

He was over two meters tall and like a human bear, and instantly rushed to Chen Jian.

The punch that walked in the middle line was domineering and swift, slashing straight to the healthy door.

Chen Jian turned sideways slightly, avoiding the opponent's sharp edge, and the seven Qi seas in his body were turbulent together. He swung his hand and punched Zhang Zhaoran's elbow joint.

Zhang Zhaoran's arm just shook slightly, and then continued to hit Chen Jian with a circle. At the same time, the other hand was also put on, and his arms were in a wrap-around position, as if he wanted to wrap Chen Jian around.

Chen Jian lowered his body, took a step under his feet, turned his body, avoided Zhang Zhaoran's arms, and went around to the side of Zhang Zhaoran's body to attack, and his palms were like a knife, slashing towards Zhang Zhaoran's neck.

However, Zhang Zhaoran was very fast and immediately turned around halfway and hit Chen Jian on the side with an elbow.

Chen Jian quickly changed his move, his figure flashed, and he let Zhang Zhaoran's elbow strike again.

The knife he cut at the other party's neck also changed direction and hit the other party's waist and ribs.

Zhang Zhaoran was hit hard and shook slightly again, but he did not lose his balance. Instead, he was as fast as lightning. He flew up and kicked his body down. Chen Jian, who was not suitable to dodge!

Fortunately, Chen Jian was still half a step faster than him. While his body was moving, he attacked with his other hand first. When Zhang Zhaoran's leg was just now, he slapped Zhang Zhaoran's leg before he could fully exert his strength.

With this move, Chen Jian retreated faster, while Zhang Zhaoran raised his legs half a beat slower.

One fast and one slow, Chen Jian successfully opened the distance and once again let Zhang Zhaoran's attack.

"It's all the basic martial arts for popularizing education in middle schools." Zhang Zhaoran observed Chen Jian's move and thought to himself: "If I wear war armor and use high-level martial arts in college, wouldn't you underestimate it?"

He wore the hunter's battle armor, his strength and speed were comprehensively strengthened, and he immediately caught up with Chen Jian again and launched an offensive.

"The speed and flexibility are very good. Remember to call it Hunter Battle Armor? The name is appropriate." Wang Jinyan on the sidelines said.

The psychic talisman array can assist in acceleration, allowing Zhang Zhaoran to strengthen both the straight line movement speed and the punching speed.

However, wearing heavy armor on the whole body will always affect the flexibility of the monk's movements and the sensitivity of the reaction.

However, according to Wang Jinyan's observation, this hunter battle armor is significantly better than many major goods on the market in terms of flexibility.

It seems that its advantages and selling points are here.

"I exchanged for stability and defense." Wang Jinyan saw it for a while and realized it: "But the person who controls the battle armor is very good."

"It is indeed a certain adjustment to the materials and structure, but the defense is enough." Mr. Zhang said lightly: "The chest armor and the two-arm guard armor are enough to withstand the full-strength attacks of the tenth-level monks in the Qi training stage. Even the joint parts are strong enough."

The battle situation in the training ground seemed to be verifying his words.

No matter how Chen Jian beats his palms and kicks his knees, Zhang Zhaoran is still motionless in the hunter's battle armor.

But in fact, martial arts practitioners who are at the seventh level of Qi training stage can open a monument and crack stones with every punch and kick, destroy a house and collapse a house.

However, with its strong materials, special structure, and the operation of the defensive talisman array, the battle armor constantly eliminates the destructive forces.

Many times, Zhang Zhaoran was attacked and even had a center of gravity, let alone injured.

Although he could never touch Chen Jian, he seemed to be invincible in this way, and the worst result was a match.

Someone next to Mr. Zhang smiled and said, "It's really rare to have the seventh level of Qi training at this age, but his true energy will slowly dry up, and the spiritual energy talisman array of the Battle Armor can last for a long time, and the situation will be reversed immediately."

"A master of reputation is no less than the sage." Mr. Zhang exclaimed: "Zhaoran is at the eighth level of Qi training stage, plus the battle armor, strength and speed. Zhaoran should have an absolute advantage.

The design of the Hunter Battle Armor also minimizes the constraints on the flexibility of the monks, but Chen Jian is still taking the initiative in the scene. This student Chen Jian really has something under his command."

Although he was admiring, Mr. Zhang's face showed a look of Zhizhu holding it.

The winner has been decided, and it’s nothing to praise the other party.

"It's really good to hold on for one minute." Lao Wan, who was standing beside him, nodded with satisfaction at the timer.

Mr. Zhang smiled and said, "Although the time is short, with such a high-intensity confrontation, the seventh-level martial artist in the Qi training stage is doing his best, and his strength should be about to decline, right?"

Wang Jinyan didn't say much, turned his body to one side, his back facing Lao Wan, Mr. Zhang and others, and his shoulders trembled.

In the training ground, Zhang Zhaoran was hit by a elbow on his shoulder.

But his figure suddenly flipped, blocking Chen Jian's moving steps!

Since the battle has occurred, he has finally kept up with Chen Jian's pace.

"You can't run away this time!" Zhang Zhaoran punched Chen Jian in the chest like lightning.

But he soon found something was wrong.

It wasn't that Chen Jian slowed down, he finally kept up with Chen Jian's pace.

But Chen Jian suddenly stopped.

Chen Jian, who was originally moving at high speed, suddenly stopped in place, waiting for Zhang Zhaoran as if he could not move.

Zhang Zhaoran punched Chen Jian, but Chen Jian didn't move his feet, raised one hand and pushed the other's fist with his palm.

The fist and the palm are in contact, and two hedging forces collide with each other.

There was a "bang" in the air, like thunder.

Chen Jian and Zhang Zhaoran both had severe shocks.

"Crack..."

The armor on Zhang Zhaoran disintegrated with a bang!

Only he was standing there blankly, stretching out a hand, and his fist fell into Shen Jian's palm.
Chapter completed!