Chief An smiled and said to the other two giants: "Haha, Senior Brother Han has always been generous, right?" As he said that, he took out a transparent jade bottle, a yellow precious pill lying quietly in it, and then looked at the host Chief Han.

Chief Han was so angry that he could not lose his share in front of the three chiefs. There was a treasure pill in his storage bag, and he could not take it out because he could not explain to the Eighth Elder. After thinking for a moment, he took out three thousand gold coins and put it on the stage: "Brother An, I have already distributed the treasure pill to my disciples, so use this instead."

In fact, An Gushan didn't care what the bet was. His purpose was to destroy the majesty of Panwumen.

At the beginning of the game, Bing Haoyang made a starting move.

An Xiang was a little annoyed: "Bing Haoyang, you actually compete with me with entry-level boxing?!"

Everyone knows that Panshi Fist is an entry-level boxing technique of Panwumen, which is a contempt for the opponent!

Bing Haoyang smiled slightly: "You are wrong. You should know that the unique skill of Panwumen's sect is Panshi Fist. When the founder of the founding school used this set of boxing techniques to fight all over the Warrior Continent, they were invincible."

This is indeed, but what is the result? The leader changed from generation to generation, and no one could make this Rock Fist, and finally fell to the point where no one paid attention to it.

An Xiang raised his eyebrows: "You will pay the price for it."

As soon as he said that, his fist arrived. His fist, fused with true energy, had exceeded 1,400 kilograms!

The Eighth Elder was a little nervous. He stared at Bing Haoyang intently. If there was an accident, he would be the first to rush forward to save the person.

Bing Haoyang was neither anxious nor impatient nor fought with his opponent. He leaned back and avoided the fatal punch, and kicked his feet towards the sky. He kicked his toes towards An Xiang's jaw. An Xiang was shocked and his body retreated quickly. Bing Haoyang easily resolved An Xiang's thousand-pound punch.

Bing Haoyang's IQ attacking the sky was weak, and his upward legs suddenly slashed down, slamming An Xiang's chest hard.

Bang! An Xiang fell into dust, and the audience was in an uproar: Bing Haoyang, it's so awesome!

The Eighth Elder showed surprise on his face: This is indeed the upward tread in the Rock Fist, but everyone knows the moves, and no one knows that this strange move can be used like this!

Bing Haoyang succeeded with one move, but did not attack immediately, but showed his starting move and waited for An Xiang in a cool way.

An Xiang jumped and stood up: "Yes, it turns out that you are the best disciple of Panwu Sect!"

This sentence made Yan Kundong in the stands feel extremely uncomfortable: How could he defeat An Xiang with a regressive cultivation? This is unreasonable!

An Xiang started to counterattack, and it came up with a chain of fists and a chain of legs. Because he had just tried it out that Bing Haoyang's strength was not enough, he dared not fight with him head-on.

Bing Haoyang's body swayed and avoided the chain fists and chain legs. He accidentally cut the mountain palm with one move, and the speed was so fast that An Xiang had no chance to hide, and he slashed An Xiang's head steadily.

Bing Haoyang's cultivation level was already level five, and that palm weighed a thousand pounds, hit An Xiang's head. Even if he was a strong man, he couldn't stand it!

An Xiang was stunned by the blow. Bing Haoyang succeeded with one move, and another flashlight shot towards him, and the collapsed fist! Bang bang bang bang, the three-in-one blow of the collapse fist hit An Xiang's chest like a heavy hammer.

An Xiang also wanted to block the opponent's fist, but he was slower after all, only blocking one punch, and a severe pain came from his chest. His body retreated uncontrollably, retreated five steps in a row, and sat on the ground with a fart.

It was so surprising! The disciples of Panwu Sect were shocked. When they reacted, they burst into deafening applause.

"Bing Haoyang, good!" This was the voice of the Eighth Elder. Only now did he truly let go of his heart.

Seeing his apprentice's ease, he understood the saying: Comparing martial arts skills is not just about strength! Yes, it also requires skills and tactics. Bing Haoyang, my good apprentice!

Yan Kundong had already woken up, and his eyes were full of jealousy: I can do this trick, but why didn't I use it?

In the stands, the head of the An Zhen Sect frowned: It's a bit bad, this incompetent boy, hey, isn't he the waste from the Panwu Sect? Why is it so powerful suddenly, it seems that he hasn't used all his strength yet...

Master An yelled at An Xiang: "An Xiang, don't hold back, show your true skills."

This sentence has two meanings. One is to make excuses for An Xiang who is at a disadvantage, and the second meaning is to destroy him!

Of course, An Xiang understood the meaning of this sentence. He had already explained his playing style when he came, but did he hold back? No, now An Xiang was thinking about how his fist could hit Bing Haoyang and how could he get back to his disadvantages.

Chief Han smiled at this moment: It turns out that our Rock Fist is so threatening. It seems that the disciples should practice diligently in the future. Bing Haoyang... Yes! Not bad.

The second elder beside him looked cold: Could it be that... the rock inheritance accepted by Bing Haoyang played a role?

When An Xiang and Bing Haoyang stood facing each other again, Bing Haoyang smiled slightly: "I just let you see our Rock Fist, let you see the Fire Dragon Fist below." Fire Dragon Fist is also the introductory boxing technique of Panwu Gate, and anyone can practice it.

An Xiang lowered his center of gravity. He did not dare to underestimate the thirteen-year-old boy in front of him. But the Fire Dragon Fist? He could almost memorize the entire set of boxing techniques, so let's see how the boy used it. At this moment, he had a solemn expression and took a defensive move.

Bing Haoyang stretched his arms, like a big roc spreading his wings, waving his arms alone, then his whole body was slanted, his fists were up and down, and he shouted, "Two dragons came out of the hole!" The speed was not too fast and the power was not too great.

An Xiang estimated that his heavy punch would be enough to easily resolve it. He tried his best to hit Bing Haoyang hard.

However, those fists gave An Xiang a sense of danger. He used his fists to fight. As soon as he came into contact, he felt like his fists were burned. With a whistle, he quickly retreated.

Where can Bing Haoyang miss this opportunity? Take advantage of the victory and pursue! He quickly stomped in the footsteps, and the three-combo of the Panshi Fist's Bengquan made another contribution. After three sounds, An Xiang was knocked out and fell to the ground with a pounce.

An Xiang's eyes shot out a blazing flame: He was the most outstanding disciple of the Anzhen Sect, but he was defeated by this thirteen-year-old boy from the Panwu Sect. This was a great humiliation.

He endured the faint pain in his internal organs, looked at Bing Haoyang with blood red eyes, and slowly stood up.

Shui Mei'er, who was originally nervous, breathed a sigh of relief at this moment and changed into a bright smile.

At this moment, the future star of Panwu Sect, Yan Kundong, gritted his teeth, and the waste Bing Haoyang actually beat An Xiang up all over the ground, which made his face dull. He looked at Bing Haoyang with unconcealed jealousy.

An Xiang moved again. He wanted to find the place. After making up his mind, he walked towards Bing Haoyang step by step and adopted violent attacks again. He knew that his advantage was strength. He wanted to use absolute strength to knock Bing Haoyang down and not give Bing Haoyang a chance to breathe.

Bing Haoyang smiled slightly: What? Do you think I am weak? I will give you a chance to fight violence with violence in a while!

He retreated step by step and retreated around the venue, which made all the disciples feel hearts again, Bing Haoyang, don’t lose!

Bing Haoyang looked calm, and finally, An Xiang's crazy attack ended. While he was breathing, Bing Haoyang launched a counterattack.
Chapter completed!