Zhang Heng snorted lightly, clasped his fists and said, "You are so happy! Don't worry, I don't need to do it myself when I deal with this brat!" As he said that, he glared at Zhan Jiuyue with his copper bell-like eyes.

Zhan Jiuyue chuckled, and followed everyone out of the room and came to an empty flat ground in the backyard.

In order to watch the fun, everyone gathered around here, and probably most of them also came to see Zhan Jiuyue make a fool of themselves.

Zhang Heng took off his shirt, revealing his strong muscles, and there were crisscrossing scars on it. He pointed at Zhan Jiuyue boldly and shouted: "Boy! Come here quickly, I will educate you today!"

Everyone quickly applauded and encouraged Zhan Jiuyue to go over quickly, fearing that he would run away at this time.

Zhan Jiuyue stood in front of Zhang Heng calmly, and Feng Qingyun said calmly: "How do you want to compare?"

When Zhang Heng heard this, he showed a row of white teeth and smiled at the sky: "Hahaha, how to compare? You are quite brave. No matter how you compare, you lose, it is better to choose a decent way of losing."

Zhan Jiuyue always had a cold smile on his lips, and he didn't take the reckless man in front of him seriously, because whenever he encountered an enemy with good strength, Xiao Li would pass the other party's panel over. Now this person doesn't even have a panel. How strong can he be?

"What about punching?" Zhan Jiuyue twisted his shoulders. What he took out the most was the Jinhao Fist he copied from Han Guze. It was full of explosive power! It just opened his eyes and told them what strength is!

"Running the fist?" Zhang Heng stared at Zhan Jiuyue with wide eyes, and once wondering if he had heard it wrong.

"Yes, it's better than punching! We hedge three times, whoever wins more will win!" Zhan Jiuyue repeated.

"Hahaha!" Zhang Heng took a wide step and shouted to the crowd around him: "He said he was more fist-punching. Have you heard of it? It will be more than three times!"

Everyone laughed, because everyone knew that Zhang Heng had the greatest strength in this Yongtong Chamber of Commerce. He could gain a foothold in the world all by his hand. He could be said to be a person who blocked the gods and Buddhas blocked the killing of the Buddhas.

After spending a round of applause, Zhang Heng returned to Zhan Jiuyue, pointed his nostrils at him, and shouted: "Boy, don't regret it!"

Repent? Just kidding... "Don't worry, but before the competition, we have to make good terms, what are the rewards and punishments for winning or losing?"

"Are you rewarded and punished? Do you really think your body can beat me? Don't think that if you catch a few smelly fish and shrimps, you will be invincible in the world! If I lose, whatever you say is!" Zhang Heng waved his hand impatiently and said.

"If I lose, I will follow your arrangement!" Zhan Jiuyue narrowed his eyes and looked at the man in front of him. He was a little brave. Unfortunately, he was a reckless man.

"Good! Let's start!" As he said that, Zhang Heng shook his wide shoulders, stretched his muscles and bones, half-squatted in place, eager to try.

Zhan Jiuyue also lowered his body halfway and gathered all his strength on his right arm. Although he took off the arm armor of the Dragon Destroyer when he came back just now, it was still more than enough to deal with a shrimp soldier and crab general!

Seeing Zhan Jiuyue ready, Zhang Heng started first, running like a tiger rushing to eat. His blood was boiling, his blood vessels became clearly visible, and there were gradually a circle of red lines around him.

Seeing this, Zhan Jiuyue exerted force under his feet and rushed forward without any scruples. A golden light flashed suddenly on his right arm.

With a "bang", the golden light collided with the red, and in an instant, it seemed as if the earth was shaking, and everyone around staggered.

Before everyone could stand firmly, it was obvious that cracks were cracked on the ground where the two of them fists.

Damn! Why is there such a great force? It shouldn't be that? Zhan Jiuyue obviously felt that he was at a disadvantage. Zhang Heng stared at his eyes like a huge bell. With a "Ah--" sound, Zhang Heng added another force.

In an instant, Zhan Jiuyue was knocked away and hit a big tree, causing a mouthful of strong blood to be stuck.

"Okay! Zhang Heng played well!"

"It's time to educate this brat!"

Accompanied by the applause, Zhang Heng rubbed his wrist, shook his neck, pointed at Zhan Jiuyue and said, "You guy is pretty good, you can make me use all your strength! But seeing that you can't punch you like this, you won't need punishment. As long as you do things properly in the future, our brothers and brothers will not make things difficult for you. We are all friends!"

Grandma’s! Did I underestimate the enemy? Xiaoli didn’t show me the panel. I didn’t even use the power of the eight gates. This is a shame. No, I want to get the place back!

He got up with difficulty, his eyes turned red, and he wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth and said with difficulty: "What's the hurry? But he still has two punches but he didn't hit him!"

Everyone and Zhang Heng were both surprised. They were all injured in the city and they still had to punch him?

"I said little brother, if you can't beat me, don't beat me anymore. We have no other intentions. If you can't, forget it..."

"Yes... they are all family, nothing happens."

Zhang Heng saw Zhan Jiuyue's attitude and nodded and said, "Good boy, I have backbone! I still won't stop the next punch!"

"Okay!" Zhan Jiuyue swallowed a mouthful of blood, opened the heart veins of the Eight Gates, allowing more power to fill his body. Suddenly, he felt his blood flow backwards, and his bones and body seemed to be about to break away, and a stream of powerful airflow was running in his body.

Before everyone could continue to persuade, Zhan Jiuyue rushed forward and rushed towards Zhang Heng. The movement of the steps seemed to be stepping on the air, without any resistance or a trace of pause.

Seeing this, Zhang Heng knew that the opponent was really coming, so he didn't dare to be careless. He increased the force just now and rushed over with his fist.

This collision was not as exciting as before. Zhan Jiuyue, who had the blessing of the eight gates, seemed to deform the air with his punch. Zhang Heng had no room for resistance. He could only hear a crisp sound from his arm and could no longer clench his fists.

When the fist arrived at Zhang Heng's door, Zhan Jiuyue suddenly stopped. But the airflow from the fist still hit Zhang Heng's body, and he let out a muffled groan and fell to the ground.

Everyone was stunned and forgot to step forward to help Zhang Heng, who was seriously injured.

Zhan Jiuyue retracted his fist, and the air flow beside him gradually stopped. After copying the White Sect, he didn't know how to use it. He only had the bonus of strength and speed. After some polishing, he could actively introduce this force into his body or close it at any time.

Zhang Heng knelt in front of Zhan Jiuyue, unable to say a word, and suffered severe internal injuries and had no strength to stand up.
Chapter completed!