Chapter 222 (1/2)

The elder stood up angrily and shouted, ”what are you doing, aryuan? Get out of here. ”

Ye yuan, unmoved, stared directly at Tang Zheng and said, ”we all say that the emissary's magic power is beyond the world, so we want to ask him for advice.”

”Nonsense, can you challenge your emissary?” Said the elder.

Ye yuan turns a deaf ear and still stares at Tang Zheng. Tang Zheng sighed secretly. Although he is now nominally an emissary of the sorcerer family, I'm afraid there are not a few people like Ye Yuan who are not convinced. Since he is determined to accept this force, he must show his strength.

Tang Zheng stood up and said, ”I accept your challenge!”

The elder said, ”emissary, yuan is too young to understand...”

Tang Zheng waved his hand, motioned for him to stop, and said, ”since he wants to challenge me, of course I will fight, but you have just experienced a war, don't you take a rest first?”

”No, this battle is nothing at all.” Ye yuan vowed.

Tang Zheng smiled and walked to the center of the square, facing Ye yuan.

”As long as you defeat me, I will willingly submit to you, be your warrior and fight for you from generation to generation.” Ye Yuan said firmly.

”Well, remember what you said. Let's do it.”

Ye yuan's movement was very fast. Almost in a blink of an eye, the huge fist came to Tang Zheng's face, and the air was suddenly compressed by the strength of hundreds of Jin and made a dull sound.

Tang Zheng is motionless and punches. His movement is not fast, but he protects his face before ye yuan's fist hits his face.

Bang!

Two fists attack each other, two people fall back a few steps coincidentally, then listen to Ye yuan roar, swish, come to Tang Zheng again.

His boxing is very simple. It's all straight boxing. He attacks his opponent with the shortest path and never wastes a little more energy. That's the essence of boxing.

Those fancy boxing looks good, but its power can't be compared with the most direct boxing.

Ye yuan's fist technique was tempered in the fight with beasts again and again, full of murderous spirit.

Tang Zheng also gets inspiration from his opponent's boxing, abandons redundant movements and is the most direct collision.

So, in the center of the square, two people fight one fist after another, from fist to flesh, the air spreads around, and the sound of muffled sound is like a war drum, which makes everyone hot.

Tang Zheng is hearty and incisive. He has never tried this kind of pure power confrontation. Every fist has a hundred jin of strength. He also truly realized the power of the Wu people's innate divine power, which is comparable to his nine refined Qi powers.

If they can practice, their strength will certainly be more impressive.

A yuan's face is red and his ears are red. This time, the impact made his blood boil. He didn't expect that the strength of the other side would not lose himself, but he was not afraid. Instead, he was full of blood and high morale.

He knew that there was no way to win. When another blow came out, he saw Tang Zheng's fist coming up. However, he suddenly changed his moves, and his short body hugged Tang Zheng's waist.

Bang!

Tang Zheng's fist fell directly on his back, his body trembled, but he resisted hard, holding Tang Zheng's waist.

Whoosh!

Tang Zheng is like an arrow flying out of the string. Tang Zheng's people are in the air, and there is no place to borrow any force, and there is no way to stop. They can only hear the wind roaring in their ears, and their bodies quickly retreat back.

Whoosh!

Another human figure rushed out at a very fast speed. With a bit of tiptoe, he rose up in the air, and his fists came out one after another, attacking Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng people in the air, can only subconsciously punch, but there is no place to borrow, the strength is obviously not as big as before.

So just listen to two muffled sounds, Tang Zheng flies back faster and smashes hard on the stone statue on the side of the square.

Tang Zheng felt that his back was almost falling apart. This time, it was really hard to bear the impact. This leaf shaft is really not simple. Seeing that he was going to fall, he grasped the protrusion of the statue and stood in the palm of its hand as soon as he turned over.

This stone statue was raised in one hand, and Tang Zheng happened to fall in his palm and looked down at Ye yuan.

Putong!

Listen to the sound of kneeling. The people of the witch clan kneel down to Tang Zheng one after another. The stone statue is their guardian God. They have been taught not to disrespect the guardian God since they were young. As a result, no one has ever dared to climb onto the body of the patron saint.

But Tang Zheng happened to stand in the hands of the guardian God. His condescending appearance added a sense of mystery to his body, which made him involuntarily awed as if he were their patron saint.

Tang Zheng seems to understand their mentality, jump down and dive to Ye yuan.

Ye yuan, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head abruptly and rose up in the air. Bang, this time Tang Zheng didn't fly out, but punched Ye yuan in the chest. Ye yuan's face was red, and he could hardly breathe at one breath, and he also punched quickly.

However, the fist was seized by Tang Zheng's big hand, and the strength of hundreds of Jin was transmitted to Tang Zheng's arm. The bones all made crackling sound, just like they were about to break.Tang Zheng endured the pain, the potential of the dive is not reduced, with the leaf yuan smashed together on the hard ground of the square.

Bang Bang Bang

Tang Zheng's fist fell on Ye yuan like a storm. Ye yuan wanted to resist, but Tang Zheng was faster than him in every fist, which made him unable to resist. At last, he was left to be beaten.

But he's a strong man, and though he's got so many punches, it's not fatal.