God-level funeral: creating a mysterious past

Chapter 51 Tong Bei Fist

"If you want me to sign the withdrawal form, it depends on whether you have the ability!"

Hou Jin shot suddenly, his fist turned into a whip, cut through the air, and swung towards Zhang Chuan with a "whoosh" sound.

This is Tong Bei Fist, and Hou Jin's skill is not low, he is a martial artist of the fifth realm.

With a sound of "咻", Zhang Chuan took two steps back, and the air flow across his face was also sharp.

"The response was good, but you won't be so lucky next time."

Suddenly, Houjin stood still, and kept swinging his arms. The way he swayed from side to side looked light, but it contained powerful strength.

Genuine Qi slowly condensed in the arm, every time it would slightly expand the muscles above.

"Oh? Aren't you going to shoot? I'm defenseless now."

Hou Jin said to Zhang Chuan with a mocking face, with disdain on his face.

"Could it be that the person who came to kick the gym is just a coward!"

This sentence was yelled out by him, and he tried to use psychological suppression to further dispel the opponent's momentum.

The old man on the side also nodded. It was the right choice for Zhang Chuan not to make a move. If he attacked Houjin, Zhang Chuan must be defeated first.

Because, in this kind of fist that is as fast as a whip, as long as the opponent swings a fist, there will be a slight flaw, and Houhoujin's fist will only be faster and stronger than before. of.

It only takes one blow to defeat Zhang Chuan.

"No need, because I brought it up, so you guys should make the first move."

This is Zhang Chuan's real thought, no matter how you say it, it is necessary to make the opponent lose better.

"Huh! You are a clever boy, you can just say, I think you are no different from that mouse!"

Hou Jin, who was speaking provocatively, found the right opportunity to take action, waving his arms and hitting Zhang Chuan.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise, but it wasn't over yet. After the right arm was swung out, it was the left arm as the final finishing touch.

The smoke and dust filled the air, and it was hard to see what happened to Zhang Chuan inside.

"Hahaha, it looks like I didn't even make a scream, so I solved it."

Hou Jin, who moved his neck, said to the old man triumphantly.

"Master, what do you think of my recent boxing skills?"

"That's right, you've made a lot of progress, but you're too inconsiderate in what you're doing."

Both strength and speed are excellent, but the control of strength is not in place. This kind of strength can only deal with the funeral when hitting the opponent.

"This is the fate of coming to the gym!"

As the curator of the current martial arts school, no matter what, he must find face for his disciples, otherwise there will be no prestige in the future.

"Let's go, master, your tea is getting cold, you can drink it for a while now."

The old man also nodded, turned around, and walked towards the yard.

But before he took a few steps, he suddenly felt something was wrong, the veins in his brain bulged, as if something was about to happen.

The black vest was drenched with cold sweat, as if being stared at by some kind of wild animal.

Something is wrong, what does it feel like, scared?
"Master, why didn't you leave?"

Looking at the old man who had stopped, Hou Jin asked him suspiciously.

"Wait, that kid is still alive!"

He turned around, his eyes fixed on the slightly scattered smoke.

"Impossible, even a tiger can't hold me back."

But seeing the serious expression of the old man, he also turned his head and looked over.

The dissipated smoke revealed a figure, it was Zhang Chuan, and he was standing there.

I saw two big cracks on the stone brick floor where he was, which were caused by Houjin's punching force, but Zhang Chuan didn't have any scars.

How is this possible, how did the other party manage to remain unscathed?
No, it still caused a little damage to Zhang Chuan, and his hairstyle was a little messed up.

"Since your turn is over, it's my turn to make a move now."

Zhang Chuan, who was walking slowly, put tremendous pressure on Houjin, and the surrounding air seemed to have become much thicker.

Although he didn't seem to put on any posture, his instinct always reminded him to leave quickly, and this feeling also appeared in the old man.

"Houjin, be careful, that kid is weird."

The old man reminded him in a low voice that even he himself could not tell where the other party came from.

Without replying, Hou Jin just swallowed a mouthful of saliva, even if the old man didn't say anything, he himself felt the danger.

"Then I punch."

Zhang Chuan stretched out his hand slowly, connecting his index finger with his thumb, aiming at Houjin.

To actually tell him when to punch, is he looking down on himself!
The opponent's slow movements, even ordinary people can see the trajectory, just take a few steps to avoid it, which makes Hou Jin very angry.

Both arms waved towards Zhang Chuan.

However, he slammed into the air again, obviously he had seen what hit Zhang Chuan, how did he pass through.

"Be careful."

Just when Hou Jin was stunned, the old man shouted loudly, but it was too late.

The index finger had already touched the center of the eyebrow, and his brain was like a small ball that was constantly bouncing. Houjin's tall figure fell to the ground.

The old man was slightly stunned, because Zhang Chuan's blow didn't use any moves at all, it was just a playful movement between children, flicking his forehead.

That simple move made Monkey Gold fall down.

"It's interesting, boy, report your name."

The old man moved his arms and fixed his eyes on Zhang Chuan.

"If you are willing to sign this form, I will tell you."

"Speak wild words, be careful to bite your tongue!"

It's just that while speaking, the old man made a sudden move. There was no need to brew strength in his two arms, and every move was a killer move.

It seemed that countless whips were waving in front of Zhang Chuan, but he narrowly avoided every blow.

"Then so what!"

I saw that the arm that had already been swung in the past suddenly made a 180-degree turn, and hit Zhang Chuan again.

This is the control of power in place, and the flowing moves blocked Zhang Chuan's surroundings, making him unable to dodge any longer. This blow is a must!
Boy, how can you hide like this?
Faced with such an attack, Zhang Chuan also made a move, throwing his palms to both sides.

"Good come!"

Seeing that Zhang Chuan actually chose to take his own attack hard, the old man's face showed joy. Does this kid know the power contained in Tong Bei Fist?That is potential!

The aura behind him seemed to be transformed into a huge ape, pouring into his arms.

This kid is over, with this kind of power, the other party is ready to bid farewell to his hands.

The four palms joined each other, and a circle of air flow spread towards the surroundings.

The expression on the old man's face, who was originally happy, gradually froze.

Only then did he feel how terrifying Zhang Chuan's power was.

(End of this chapter)