"I really don't know what that fool said. You don't need to use all your strength in the first move, just test each other. The battle between warriors is a battle for victory on the first line. How can there be any spare strength?"

Sure enough, as Zhang Qingyun expected, Wang Zi failed in the first move. His blood was already surging and his chest felt tight. Yang Qi was so full of energy that his body suddenly transformed into a three-dimensional figure and he raised his fist to strike.

Wang Zi was stunned for a moment.

"boom..."

Before he could react, he was hit in the back with a punch.

With a stagger, Wang Zi almost fell to the ground and was eaten by a dog.

Then, a big foot appeared in front of me.

"boom..."

His vision went dark, and Wang Zi felt like he was flying up. He landed heavily on the ground, and his head felt dizzy.

"boom..."

My chest felt tight and I was kicked in the chest again.

Wang Zi felt aggrieved and wanted to shout: I give up.

But where else can I shout?

At this time, use your inner energy to protect your internal organs.

"boom..."

My chest felt tight again, and I was kicked hard.

"Hit?"

Although the onlookers around him couldn't clearly see Yang Qi's moves, Wang Zi was like a sandbag, being hit and hammered over, completely becoming a living target.

"This stupid little Taoist priest is so powerful!"

"Could it be that...the monks who sweep the floor are all hidden masters?"

In front of the screen, people watching the live broadcast also held their breath one by one: "I challenged the little prince, but he was beaten!"

From the beginning, he was as cool as a fairy, beating up Zhang Daoyi... Now, the situation has reversed so quickly that it is impossible to imagine: "There was a sweeping monk in the past, and now there are floor sweeping monks, and the sweepers are really good!"
Chapter completed!