Behind Yang Jingshan, internal force is released, condensed into the shapes of twelve animals, namely dragon-shaped, tiger-shaped, bear-shaped, snake-shaped, tramp-shaped, monkey-shaped, horse-shaped, chicken-shaped, swallow-shaped, and turtle-shaped,

Harrier shape, eagle shape.

These twelve shapes are all illusory, with their teeth and claws behind him, and their mighty power is imposing.

The fist comes out like a dragon!

The moment Yang Jingshan's fist burst out, the twelve forms instantly condensed into one and rushed into his body.

A layer of white internal force was suddenly covered in his fist, and a dragon head could be vaguely seen appearing and looming on his fist.

"roar!"

The sound of tiger roars and dragon roars came from the air, and the warriors in the Guantai Pavilion instantly changed their faces.

"With the dragon shape as the core, condensing the twelve shapes into one, I am worthy of being the chief disciple of the Xingyi School, and my strength is indeed strong!"

"We warriors can only become a foil in front of such geniuses. Xingyi Sect is expected to win the championship this time!"

"I think it's hard for the Baihemen to stop this move!"

"Yang Jingshan is less than thirty years old and already has such strength. In his lifetime, we may see Xingyi sending out a new Gangqi master!"

Everyone's eyes flashed, looking at Yang Jingshan's moves and admiring and analyzing.

In front of such a talented warrior, no one can feel jealous in his heart.

The gap between them and Yang Jingshan is too big... so big that it is hard to match.

Everyone looked at Zhou Wen and sighed in their hearts.

In the eyes of everyone, Senior Brother Sun from Baihe Sect is not very strong and doesn't look old, but he is still not enough in front of Yang Jingshan.

"If you are not as skilled as a human, you can only wait to die." A warrior said slowly.

At this moment, Yang Jingshan's punch suddenly fell on Zhou Wen's chest!

"boom!"

A loud bang suddenly rang out.

Zhou Wen's body took a few steps back.

However, his body still did not fall down and he still stepped on the floor steadily.

And a few footprints had already appeared on the ground, and gravel splashed everywhere.

"Even my punch can block it. It seems that there is indeed a secret technique on your body!" Yang Jingshan's eyes showed a look of greed.

If he gets such a secret technique, his strength will be taken to the next level!

He suddenly punched, and the punch suddenly slashed, collapsed, and horizontal fists into one. The changes were performed in an instant, and finally turned into a drilling fist and rushed towards Zhou Wen.

The disciples of Xingyi Sect around him had their eyes lit up and they thought secretly in their hearts.

Yang Jingshan's strength can even be their master.

"Let me down!" Yang Jingshan roared.

However, Zhou Wen's expression was as normal as usual and he slowly raised his head.

He raised his arm and stretched forward as if a child was about to grab candy.

"Do you dare to stop me even with this ability?" A hint of joking flashed across Yang Jingshan's face.

Just the next second, his face instantly stagnated.

"Bang!"

"How is that possible?" Yang Jingshan said in surprise.

Zhou Wen grabbed his drill fist and did not move at all.

He hurriedly tried to break free, but his fist seemed to be clamped by iron pliers, not even a trace of shaking.

"You dare to greed for my secret technique?" Zhou Wen said coldly.

He punched it out suddenly.

"Bang!"

Yang Jingshan's body instantly flew backwards and hit the wall of the teahouse.

A large gap was made in the wooden wall, and Yang Jingshan's appearance became embarrassed.

"Senior Brother Yang!" The disciples of Xingyi Sect said anxiously.

Everyone posed in a three-body posture and rushed towards Zhou Wen!

"Get out!" Zhou Wen snorted coldly.

His body suddenly moved.

In his sight, the movements of these disciples of the Xingyi Sect became extremely slow.

These actions were all flaws in his eyes!

Zhou Wen was like he was traveling through the time corridor, and his body moved to a disciple.

Kick out!

The next moment, he came to a disciple again and punched him out!

Before this disciple could react, he had already arrived in front of the next disciple and slapped it out casually.

...

In an instant, Zhou Wen had completed all the attacks and returned to his original position.

"Boom boom boom!"

The sound of roars started to ring at this time.

The disciples of the Xingyi Sect flew backwards, some of which hit the wall, and their bodies were limp.

Some of them fell directly from the upstairs and smashed the tea table on the second floor, smashing the table to pieces.

Some were directly hit by a punch to the ceiling, making a hole in the roof of the teahouse.

The moonlight shines in from the hole.

However, in a short time, all the disciples of Xingyi Sect fell down!

In the teahouse, everyone's warriors took a breath.

"Is this still a human? Is he a god?"

"The martial arts in the world are only fast and can't be broken. I didn't see his movements clearly!"

"So many disciples of the Xingyi Sect are not the same as this kid!"

Everyone was extremely shocked.

Zhou Wenfeng's appearance was completely imprinted in their hearts.

"Boy! I steal the secret technique of my Xingyi Sect and injure my Xingyi Sect disciples. Today, even if the Heavenly King comes, I can't save you!" Yang Jingshan's body suddenly rushed out of it.

His body was like a barbarian bear, with violent momentum, and his internal strength was swept around him, and the wooden boards around him were shattered layer by layer, unable to stop the pressure on him.

"roll!"

Zhou Wen said coldly again.

He had no intention of avoiding, and also punched Yang Jingshan.

"boom!"

When he got closer, Zhou Wen punched him, and his palm suddenly changed, and he grabbed Yang Jingshan's collar.

"Go down!"

Zhou Wen pinched Yang Jingshan, as if he was carrying a chicken, and threw Yang Jingshan directly from the upper floor to the downstairs.

"boom!"

Yang Jingshan's body hit the floor on the second floor, and a hole was instantly smashed into the wooden floor.

His body's downward momentum did not weaken at all, and he continued to fall to the first floor.

"boom!"

A roar came.

The group of warriors on the second floor surrounded the hole, looking down, frightened.

Zhou Wen actually threw Yang Jingshan from the third floor to the first floor.

"Who is this disciple of Baihe Sect?"

Everyone's minds were the same at this moment.

This is a great disciple of the Xingyi Sect, not a cat or a dog.

If Zhou Wen loses him, he is like throwing garbage. This is not too bad to treat warriors as human beings, right?
To be continued...