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"Jing Zhuo, with just this little bit of strength, I think you should just go home and drink some milk."

Jing Yunxiao said to Jing Zhuo indifferently.

Jing Zhuo laughed coldly, and did not show any signs of being unconfident in himself. He took a step forward and said gloomily, "Jing Yunxiao, I did not even take out a tenth of my strength from that fist earlier, do you really think I am so weak?"

"Oh? Less than 10%? However, I didn't even use 1% of my power just now. Do you also think that it was my ability just now? If I were you, would you just admit defeat? Because no matter how you attack next, the one who will make a fool of himself will definitely be you. "

Jing Yunxiao imitated Jing Zhuo and ordered.

The surrounding people all admired Jing Yunxiao's words. It was as if he did not need saliva when sharpening his words.

Jing Zhuo obviously did not plan to waste too much time talking to him. After that, his hand seals changed, and his right hand once again formed an iron fist, just that this time, the iron fist was surrounded with Spirit Qi, giving off a heavy feeling.

It was a fist type martial art, and it looked like Jing Zhuo was going to use his real strength this time.

"Overlord Fist."

Jing Zhuo bellowed, his fist suddenly punched out, like a mountain, it once again smashed towards Jing Yunxiao.

"Whooosh."

The Overlord's Fist created gales after winds around Jing Zhuo's body. The winds blew and some of the weaker cultivators in the martial arts fell to the ground. Some other people's expression changed as they retreated.

They could clearly feel that Jing Zhuo's punch already possessed a destructive power. At the very least, compared to his previous punch, this one punch was much more ferocious.

This time, forget about the warriors of the fifth and sixth levels of Spiritual Martial Stage, even the experts of the seventh level wouldn't dare to underestimate this punch.

As a result, at this moment, almost everyone was looking at Jing Yunxiao.

They wanted to see what Jing Yunxiao's expression would be like when he saw this move.

Even if there was no fear, it should at least become very cautious and serious, right?

But when their gazes landed on Jing Yunxiao, they were greatly disappointed.

How could Jing Yunxiao be afraid?

Where did he become cautious and solemn?

He smiled like the spring breeze, as though he was too lazy to even look at Jing Zhuo, his entire person giving off a kind of casual, indifferent, lazy feeling.

"If this kid still manages to use his spirit energy, he could easily take Jing Zhuo's punch. I'll eat my own shit."

"Now, whatever Jing Yunxiao says, he should at least take out something, right?"

The crowd was in an uproar again.

Jing Yunxiao turned a blind eye to the surrounding people, and even turned a deaf ear to their discussions.

Glancing at Jing Zhuo's attack, Jing Yunxiao's face revealed an extremely boring expression, and then said: "Jing Zhuo, don't you have any new moves? Your cultivation has already reached the level of a dog. "

Mockery, ridicule.

He still did not place Jing Zhuo in his eyes at all.

The crowd did not know where Jing Yunxiao's confidence came from.

But some of them truly admired Jing Yunxiao.

He admired Jing Zhuo's calm and collected attitude as well as his confidence that came from nowhere.

"Talking nonsense like that, why don't you take this punch of mine first?"

Jing Zhuo was not moved by Jing Yunxiao's words.

To put it bluntly, he was completely confident in this punch of his.

This punch contained the profound meaning of martial arts. Although it could not be considered his strongest attack, even a warrior of the seventh level of the Spiritual Martial Stage had suffered under this one punch. As for warriors below the Spiritual Martial Stage, it was unknown how many had suffered.

"A piece of cake."

Jing Yunxiao smiled and then extended his fist towards Jing Zhuo.

His fist was mediocre, it was even softer and weaker than the fist in front of Jing Zhuo.

"Idiot."

Jing Zhuo impressively laughed, he seemed to have already seen Jing Yunxiao's heavily injured appearance.

"This Jing Yunxiao must have started to lose control after taking a punch from Jing Zhuo, right? This punch of his was actually useless against spiritual energy. How much power could such a simple punch possess? This is simply courting death. "

The surrounding people also held the same attitude as Jing Yunxiao.

Even Mu Shishi, Zuo Qingfeng and the others were sweating profusely.

But Jing Yunxiao still insisted on it.

In the end, his extremely ordinary punch fiercely collided with Jing Zhuo's fist that was as fierce as a tiger's.

"Bang bang."

A loud muffled sound resounded louder than before.

After the collision, everyone saw that Jing Yunxiao and Jing Zhuo's bodies were retreating explosively, but the distance that Jing Yunxiao retreated was obviously further than Jing Zhuo. When they saw that Jing Zhuo had stopped, he was still retreating, and everyone could not help but shake their heads at him.

However, just as they shook their heads a few times, their minds went stiff.

Because they saw that although Jing Yunxiao was retreating even further than Jing Zhuo, after he stabilized his body, his smile was still the same. He still had that relaxed expression on his face, and didn't look like he had anything to do.

In other words, he only used an ordinary fist, and easily received Jing Zhuo's Overlord's Fist?

"Hiss ?"

The crowd gasped.

It wasn't that the intensity of the battle had surprised them, but rather, this result was a bit hard to accept.

It couldn't be blamed on them.

After all, they did not know how terrifying the physical strength bestowed to Jing Yunxiao by the Emperor Fire God Body was.

It could be said that just by relying on a physical fist, Jing Yunxiao's current punch was absolutely not inferior to any martial artist of the seventh stage of the Spiritual Martial Stage.

If Jing Zhuo only wanted to fight Jing Yunxiao on the level of fist, then he would definitely cause himself to be unhappy.

"This... This... "This ?"

Jing Zhuo was starting to doubt his fist.

This was indeed out of his expectations, even if Jing Yunxiao was slightly injured, he could at least feel a bit better, but Jing Yunxiao was not injured at all, which was hard for him to accept.2

"Overlord Fist? "I think it's a bastard punch, haha."

Jing Yunxiao laughed. He was a little arrogant, a little arrogant, but in the eyes of the crowd, he no longer thought that Jing Yunxiao was just randomly spouting nonsense. Instead, he thought that Jing Yunxiao seemed to have the qualifications to be so arrogant.

Just from those two exchanges just now, other than Jing Yunxiao, who else could have done it?

"You still have one last chance to strike first? Jing Zhuo, are you still not planning to grasp the opportunity? "

Jing Yunxiao said with a smile.

Jing Zhuo's heart was filled with anger.

He never thought that he would stumble like this in front of Jing Yunxiao.

"Kid, don't forget yourself. I will make you regret this."

Suddenly raising his head, Jing Zhuo's eyes were already dyed red with anger, the malice in his entire body was also unleashed like never before.

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