"Can you do it?" Bon Xiaoji asked worriedly that he was afraid that Zhang Zhifeng would show off his ability to fight. After all, Zhang Zhifeng had just made a breakthrough, perhaps he didn't know much about his strength.

Zhang Zhifeng smiled slightly: "There is nothing, I just promised him that I will defeat him. After they Wangjiang Tower must withdraw from Jiran City, but they did not agree to what would happen if I failed. Besides, even if I can't beat him, I will not have any problems. Don't worry, we won't suffer any loss anyway."

Ben Xiaoji nodded thoughtfully and retreated to Yinyun and others.

Zhang Zhifeng had a touch of excitement with Tian Shenggao in a refreshing match with him, and he had been looking forward to it for a long time!

As soon as he appeared, he used his unique skills to attack the bald Tiansheng. He even used all his combat power to attack with the finger spirit. Zhang Zhifeng has already established his authority!

His high profile has made all cultivators highly appreciate him.

But Zhang Zhifeng himself knew that his hope of victory against a master like Bald Tiansheng was very slim, but he retreated and took the second step, like the cultivator of Wangjiang Tower in front of him, he could fight.

Zhang Zhifeng needs a life-threatening battle to quickly master the strength of the Heavenly Saint Realm!

After entering the Tiansheng, Zhang Zhifeng was no longer confused in his heart. On the contrary, he thought everything thoroughly and seemed casually, actually thought about it in his heart.

The Tiansheng in Wangjiang Tower held a long sword in his hand and hung his sword in a diagonally, slowly walked towards Zhang Zhifeng step by step. The powerful aura was dissipated. The cultivator seemed like an undefeated god of war, and he seemed extremely powerful and mighty.

Zhang Zhifeng's heart is so arrogant that he can almost understand the realm of the Heavenly Saint. He found that this cultivator is no less weak than the Bald Tiansheng.

He clenched his fists nervously and Zhang Zhifeng stared at the other party without blinking.

Wow!~~~ The cultivator's long sword swept through the surging river was deafening.

For a moment, Zhang Zhifeng even felt that he had arrived on the banks of the Evil Dragon River. The waves rolled in the most turbulent place. The water curtain was like a tumbling dragon full of momentum and power.

"clang!"

Zhang Zhifeng closed his eyes and thought nothing about it. He let the sound of waves enter his ears and remained indifferent. Suddenly, he suddenly smashed his fists and heard a roar in the air. At the same time, the sound of waves stopped abruptly.

In Zhang Zhifeng's mind, he imagined that he had violently punched out his two fists and directly knocked a big river so that the river could not be connected.

In the eyes of the crowd, he saw the Tiansheng master in Wangjiang Tower swaying his sword lightly and hit Zhang Zhifeng, but suddenly he was trembling all over, sweating all over, his face turned red and roared, and he roared and punched out his fists and smashed the sword blade.

"It's the Hate Heaven Sword! Those hands are ruined." A cultivator beside the bald Tiansheng sighed in a low voice.

The bald Tiansheng sneered: "So what about the Hen Tian Jian, that kid is not that simple to watch!"

Zhang Zhifeng's two fists were extremely powerful, and his fists were bombarded at the same time, which led to the huge amount of skills and energy venting, which shocked the cultivator of Wangjiang Tower to retreat from a distance.

Zhang Zhifeng also retreated at the same time. He opened his eyes and saw a neat wound lined up on his fists. He almost cut eight fingers off!

"It's not an ordinary Tiansheng attack!" Zhang Zhifeng was extremely confident in his body. The attack was not hurt by the ordinary. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the sword in the hands of Tiansheng in Wangjiang Lou. "It's that sword."

With a simple move, the other party directly thought of the thoughts in his mind, and the other party's sword could easily hurt him, which seemed even more dangerous. Zhang Zhifeng couldn't help but be more careful.

"Flowing water is like a dragon passing through the mountains and the stones!"

Before Zhang Zhifeng could recover, Wangjiang Lou Tiansheng pushed his sword out again and stabbed it out. This time, three spiraling lights were emitting from the tip of the sword, dragging out a long light tail.

Zhang Zhifeng couldn't understand this sword skill, but he seemed to smell a great feeling of endless rage and turbulent waves. The power seemed to destroy everything blocking the way, no matter whether it was a mountain or a forest in front of him.

Zhang Zhifeng kept moving his body and moving his position, but the sword light hit him directly, and felt like he had nowhere to hide.

The realm of Heavenly Saint has endless mystery, and every cultivator can understand different things. Zhang Zhifeng just entered the realm of Heavenly Saint, only amazes the unique skills of those Heavenly Saint masters.

"No." Zhang Zhifeng suddenly stopped his figure and his muscles around his body tightened the bones of his body, making a sound of slapping.

"If you can't hide, just shake it!" Zhang Zhifeng gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "Breaking the Sun Fist!"

boom!

Zhang Zhifeng's arm suddenly expanded and a large amount of skill flowed into it. Then a ball of fiery red light flew out and then hit the sword light first.

The dazzling light shone through the entire Jirancheng Breaking Rifle's fist. The sword light suddenly increased and the power did not weaken. A roar hit Zhang Zhifeng's mouth.

"So fast!"

When Zhang Zhifeng came without rushing to dodge, he felt the huge pain a while ago, and his whole body was shocked by a huge force.

Ben Xiaoji quickly flew up and tried his best to catch Zhang Zhifeng.

But Zhang Zhifeng suddenly turned his body and turned like a gyro.

"I will come back when I am fine and can't stop it. Don't step forward. (Mobile ^ Reading   )" Zhang Zhifeng's voice came into Ben Xiaoji's ears.

Then, there were strange colors flowing from Zhang Zhifeng's body. In front of everyone, the wounds on his mouth and the scars on his fingers disappeared.

"What?"

Although Zhang Zhifeng's combat power is surprising, it is not enough to truly make these masters take it to heart. When Zhang Zhifeng showed his miraculous holy medical skills, the cultivators of the eighteen sects were shocked from the bottom of their hearts.

Originally, in everyone's eyes, Zhang Zhifeng suffered such a fatal blow after being injured in his finger. He would have to be seriously injured even if he was injured. This battle was already a crushing defeat. However, he did not expect that after using the Holy Medical Art, Zhang Zhifeng was intact and could lift up ten percent of his skills and rushed up again.

No one dared to look at Zhang Zhifeng again. Although his Breaking Sun Fist was not very powerful to many Tiansheng masters, what was strange was that the cultivators of the Eighteen Sects looked at Zhang Zhifeng with a little nervousness and couldn't help but feel a little worried about the Wangjiang Tower Tiansheng.

"Furious wind finger!"

Zhang Zhifengqing shouted, this time he used the skills that had just appeared in his mind, and he knew that this was a "martial arts".

Zhang Zhifeng once chose to practice this relatively simple martial art that he could practice at that time because of his weak attack ability.

Zhang Zhifeng no longer has that memory, but it does not prevent his body from remembering that this skill, "Wu" is closely related to the body.

It’s like I still remember walking after losing my memory. The “martial arts” emerged, which made Zhang Zhifeng feel so familiar and very easy to use.

The Tiansheng master was able to develop magical powers from himself and didn’t know if there was anything similar to martial arts, but undoubtedly the “Breathing Finger” brought only shock and surprise to the cultivators.

A series of finger lights flew out lightly, which did not seem to have powerful energy, of course there was no such momentum or momentum.

But when Wangjiang Lou Tiansheng gently blocked the sword, the finger force ignored the sword's block and blasted into his body strangely and caused it to spew a large mouthful of blood containing internal organs. Everyone knew that Wangjiang Lou Tiansheng was defeated.

He does not have the self-healing ability of Zhang Zhifeng. Such injuries are enough to reduce his strength a lot in a short period of time. Of course, he is no longer able to fight with Zhang Zhifeng anymore.

The Qifeng pointed out and won the victory immediately. Even Zhang Zhifeng himself felt suddenly, but in his heart, there was even more joy. It was not because of this victory, but because he felt closer to finding his former self!

In the process of achieving Tiansheng and recalling the Feng Feng finger, Zhang Zhifeng had a huge feeling. He urgently needed to practice quietly and start to develop his great powers.

However, the current situation is beyond the reach of Zhang Zhifeng.

While thinking about the various ideas in his heart, Zhang Zhifeng asked at the Wangjiang Lou Tiansheng Yangmei: "I wonder if the agreement you made is true?"

Wangjiang Lou Tiansheng had a gloomy face and he floated in the air and did not rush to answer Zhang Zhifeng, but was thinking about something. Suddenly he looked up and asked, "I want to know why your fingering technique could hurt me through my sword?"

Zhang Zhifeng was stunned and could not understand the true meaning of the Qifeng point now. But now, it is related to whether there will be one powerful sect missing from the cultivators of Jiran City. Zhang Zhifeng dared not be careless.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Zhifeng fooled: "What I am trying is not the skill, but the thought is the human mind. If I want to hit you in my mind, how could it be blocked by your sword?"

Zhang Zhifeng's words are not a complete lie, at least according to his understanding of Perfect Yan Fengzi's unique skills, there is a similar statement.

But when Wangjiang Lou Tiansheng frowned, the white beard and white eyebrows on his face trembled from time to time.

"Did he be angry?"

Zhang Zhifeng couldn't help but hold his head tightly, scolding himself in his heart, and actually wanted to deceive a Tiansheng master who had lived for many years, practiced for many years, and was well-informed. It seemed that he was still too reckless and hasty.

"Okay! Our Wangjiang Tower officially retreated back to the competition for Jiran City!" A loud voice came. Zhang Zhifeng looked up and saw that it was the Heavenly Saint. And his eyes were actually grateful when he looked at him now. What's going on?

Zhang Zhifeng was puzzled for a moment and suddenly felt shocked. Could it be that a few words were told to make the Tiansheng feel something?

He looked at the Tiansheng, but saw that the other party was looking at him, showing a meaningful smile.

"The cultivators in Wangjiang Tower listened to me and left Jiran City immediately and no one was allowed to interfere in Jiran City anymore. If anyone breaks the rules privately, he will be expelled from the sect immediately, and the entire sect will chase and kill him!"

The Blind Sword Tiansheng of Wangjiang Tower led his disciples away. The Bald Tiansheng was so gloomy that his face was not said anything. Zhang Zhifeng noticed this and thought that Wangjiang Tower would not be that simple! At least the strength of the entire sect is not weaker than that of the Minglun Temple where the Bald Tiansheng is located.
Chapter completed!