Two Hundred and Ninety-Nine Hit You, No Need

He Changxiao was startled, then turned his head slowly, took a look at Zhou Xing, and sneered, "Are you the one who wants to compare? Are all the disciples that Tianyuanzong accepts so ignorant? Good! I will help you! But you just finished it!" Establishing the foundation has not yet entered the first glimpse stage, and my Jujianzong disciples are at the lowest stage of the first glimpse stage, are you willing to fight?"

"Of course! And I want to challenge him!" Zhou Xing pointed at Xu Chu.

Xu Chu froze, looked at him like a fool, and wanted to go forward.

He Changxiao crossed his arm, pointed at the last person in his team, and said with a smile, "You win him first, then we'll talk. Trust me, I'm doing it for your own good."

A disciple at the end of the line stepped forward quickly, and said to Zhou Xing with a gloomy expression: "If I, Xu Qiang, can't knock you down within a stick of incense, I will lose!"

"Coincidentally, I thought so too." Zhou Xing was furious.

Soon, the two fought against each other, and Xu Qiang pushed the skills he had practiced to the extreme. Just like the previous two, he also used ruthless tricks and showed no mercy.

Zhou Xing relied on Jingxin Fist to fight, but suffered again and again, because his whole body's breath was extremely disordered, and Jingxin Fist seemed to have no form, but nothing real.

Xu Qiang could see that the opponent was strong in the outside but in the middle, and immediately stepped up his attack, fully displaying his combat power, and the attacks containing spiritual energy bombarded Zhou Xing almost continuously.

The Tianyuan disciples couldn't bear to see them, they all lowered their heads and sighed, they were about to lose three games in a row.

Zhou Xing suffered countless blows, but he couldn't hit the opponent a few times, and his anger grew even stronger. However, for some reason, he didn't feel much physical pain, even he didn't realize it.

Xu Qiang's continuous attacks, wanting to take down the opponent in one breath, actually consume a lot of energy. Seeing that Zhou Xing always gets hit but never falls, and he doesn't see him use his body-protecting qi, it's really strange.

He Changxiao watched coldly, on the surface he was calm and indifferent, but in his heart he was quite surprised. In his opinion, that frizzy kid should have fallen to the ground and passed out before he had a cup of tea.

Zhou Xing was still resisting the attack, and hardly fought back, while Xu Qiang's attack was getting weaker and weaker, his attack speed was getting slower and slower, and the movement of aura was sluggish, making it difficult to continue.

Seeing that he had almost stopped attacking, Zhou Xing immediately took a deep breath to forcefully suppress the chaotic state of mind, and then took another deep breath.

Seeing that the opponent's expression was obviously different from before, Xu Qiang frowned and rushed forward again.

almost at the same time,

Zhou Xing also ran towards him, and the two fought together again. But this time, the situation was completely opposite to what it was just now. Zhou Xing launched a strong attack, punching to the flesh, and none of his punches missed. Xu Qiang couldn't open his eyes.

Zhou Xing's fists became faster and faster, and their strength became stronger and stronger. At the end, everyone could only see the shadow of the fist but could not see the punches clearly, and they could still hear the sound of clanging iron.

It's just that the sound stopped after a short time, because Xu Qiang had collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud.

Zhou Xing exhaled a breath of foul air and moved his whole body. He felt that the fight was quite refreshing, and the Jingxin fist was used more smoothly than before.

Ji Qingsong, who used to be expressionless, twitched his mouth slightly, and said loudly: "In the third match, Tianyuan Zhou Xing wins!"

"Good job!"

"Good fight!"

"Zhou Xing! Come on!"

...

The new disciples were all young people, and there were constant cheers. The faces of Facheng and the elders on the stage also softened a lot.

He Changxiao's face was livid, and he said to Xu Chu, "Go! Didn't he just want to challenge you?"

Xu Chu led the line and jumped in front of his opponent with another leap. Things have developed to the present, no one cares about playing three games or playing a few games.

Xu Chu kicked away his defeated fellow, and said in a dark voice: "You boy, what's there to be proud of when you defeated the weakest member of my Jujian sect? Aren't you trying to deal with me? Okay, I'll just stand here and not move." , take three moves from you, if you can make me move half a step, then I will lose."

Zhou Xing said: "Okay, if you move, you will be walking on four legs!"

"Okay, I promise not to move!"

Zhou Xing approached him slowly with a sneer, Xu Chu was all smiles and spread his hands, looking indifferent.

When the two were only one step apart, Zhou Xing suddenly punched him in the chest, Xu Chu broke his promise again, turned around, turned to Zhou Xing's left side, and struck him in the rib with lightning speed.

Zhou Xing had expected a long time ago that when the punch changed, it changed from a punching punch to a swinging punch, and hit Xu Chu's left ear with such force that he bled from the punch.

Xu Chu was stunned, shook his head violently, became fierce, raised his cultivation level to the extreme in an instant, and swung his fists at Zhou Xing violently.

Zhou Xing seemed to be the one who made the promise, he didn't dodge or dodge, he smashed Xu Chu with crude punches, and the sound of hammering iron sounded again.

Xu Chu raised his head above him, and his fists were fierce, but he was completely at a disadvantage. When his two fists collided, his fist was slightly twisted.

I don't know how many times, the two fists smashed together again, and with a click, Xu Chu's five fingers were completely deformed.

"Ah!..." Xu Chu, who had been struggling all this time, suddenly grabbed his wrist and howled in pain.

Zhou Xing beat the dog in the water hard, raining his fists down, until Xu Chu screamed louder, turned around and ran away.

Losing another game in a blink of an eye, He Changxiao's eyes were tearing with hatred, and he said word by word: "Good boy, dual cultivation of spirit and body, it's really hidden! Now it's two to two, do you dare to compete in the last match?" ?”

Zhou Xing said: "Of course."

"Hahaha!" He Changxiao looked up to the sky and laughed, "Good boy, good boy, I appreciate you a little."

After two consecutive battles, Zhou Xing consumed a lot of energy. He stopped talking and began to meditate cross-legged to adjust his inner breath. When he beat Xu Qiang, he used Jingxin Fist. At that time, no little white man appeared in his mind. When he beat Xu Chu, he didn't use Pomosquito Fist at all. Even he himself didn't know how to defeat Xu Chu.

"Stinky boy, it's because you were too angry, and you turned into a dragon when you hit the right way, which affected the real dragon energy in your body!" Zhou Xing was puzzled, and Master's voice sounded in his heart.

"Dragon Fury? What is that?" Zhou Xing asked in his heart.

"The "True Dragon Qi" set of exercises is very good, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a high-level low-grade exercise. True Dragon Qi is actually divided into four stages, namely, True Dragon Qi, Angry Dragon Qi, and Wild Dragon Qi And Tyrannical Dragon Qi, if you can cultivate Tyrannical Dragon Qi, tsk tsk... your opponent has already entered the field, if you can't do it, admit defeat, don't die!"

Zhou Xing opened his eyes, and the person in front of him was indeed Ma Yuanshan, the number one new disciple of the Jujian Sect, with a middle-level cultivation in the First Sight Realm.

Zhou Xing couldn't help laughing bitterly in his heart, this giant sword sect is really cheap, it's too shameless for him to let himself, who has just built his foundation, fight against the middle level of the first glimpse!

"If you still need to adjust your internal breath, I can wait for you for a while." Ma Yuanshan said.

Zhou Xing jumped up lightly, shook his head and smiled: "Hit you, no need."