With a bang, the werewolf's head was overturned and thrown into the sky. There was still blood on his neck, like a fountain, constantly gushing.

The old man clapped his palms to signify victory!

In the arena, the referee is a world powerhouse on the Dark Moon plane.

Just now, the old man and the werewolf were still fighting inextricably, why this moment.

Was the werewolf beaten to death by the man of the earth?

Some doubts surfaced in his eyes.

"Don't announce the victory of the old man?"

Fang Yue reminded the referee under the ring.

The referee was in full view, and it was not easy to cheat, and was forced to announce the victory of the father, and offered a bunch of spirit stones as a reward for the victory of the father!

The old man smiled slightly and put away those spirit stones!

Under the ring, the cheers of the people on earth have already come.

"Zhao Jing!"

"Zhao Jing!"

"Zhao Jing!" In the voice of the call, Fang Yue learned that this old man was named Zhao Jing, and he was the long-established Tai Chi master of China! When he was thirty years old, he had already understood Tai Chi to the level of the realm of transformation, even without the rejuvenation of heaven and earth, his hands

With a flick of the palm, there are three to five hundred kilograms of force, which can easily break through the cement wall!

The spirit of heaven and earth recovered, and Father Zhao Jing soon grew up.

The Chinese government once issued him a large number of spirit stones, so that he could practice with peace of mind and break through as soon as possible!

But Father Zhao Jing gave all these resources to his children and grandchildren, hoping that they would have a future!

Now, this time, Mr. Zhao Jing came to participate in the ring competition, also hoping to get more resources for his children, so that they can go further on the road of spiritual practice!

Poor parents in the world, even at the age of Father Zhao Jing, they still worry about their own children!

"In the next game, the resources will be doubled! Father Zhao Jing is still an opponent at the fourth level of the Innate Realm. Would you like to give it a try!"

The referee smiled and looked at Father Zhao Jing!

As early as after Zhao Jing entered the war, they had already investigated the details of Mr. Zhao Jing!

This cultivation resource is the weakness of the old man Zhao Jing!

This old man Zhao Jing, everything is good, but he cares too much about his grandchildren and children!

"Double the resources! Another battle!"

Zhao Jing hesitated a bit, he was thinking quickly in his mind, weighing the pros and cons!

He had just fought a battle. Although his energy and blood were not consumed much, the battle of life and death was always tense, and his mental loss was not small.

If it were to fight another game, he could only display ninety percent of his strength in his heyday.

If the challenger sent by the Dark Moon plane is stronger than the werewolf just now, he is not sure to retreat!

Father Zhao Jing wanted to refuse.

However, he hadn't spoken yet.

The referee said again: "I am waiting to admire the Tai Chi method of old man Zhao Jing, and want to observe it again! Therefore, the reward for the next match can be increased to three times the resources!"

"Triple resources!"

This seemed to be an invisible heavy hammer, which fell fiercely on Father Zhao Jing's chest!

His breathing became slightly quicker.

Three times the resource reward is equivalent to that if he wins this battle, he will be able to train three disciples of the fourth level of the Innate Realm!

The faces of his children, grandson, and granddaughter appeared in front of him one by one.

He has a large number of children and grandchildren, and the resources he received in the past are evenly distributed to his children and grandchildren, not much!

If he gets three times the resources this time, then all his children and grandchildren may be able to step into the level of innate realm safely!

The wages of avarice is death!

"Okay! This time, I will fight!"

Father Zhao Jing jumped up and jumped onto the ring.

And in the depths of the referee's eyes, there was a smile of conspiracy.

Their purpose is to kill all the people on the earth who have the potential to grow into the threat of the Dark Moon plane!

This old man Zhao Jing is ferocious, but can he survive one round of the ring, and can he survive the second round of the ring?

You must know that what they dispatched this time was in the hands of the innate masters of the entire Dark Moon plane, and the ranks had reached the top 1,000 talents! His grasp of fighting skills is far from the previous clumsy werewolf can match!

"I come!"

On the Dark Moon plane, another werewolf came onto the stage.

But the temperament of this werewolf was completely different from the one before!

The last werewolf was pure savage, crude, and violent. Although fierce, he always gave people a simple mind and simple limbs!

And this werewolf has well-proportioned muscles and is full of inexplicable explosive power. His pair of brown eyes seemed to contain some inexplicable mystery.

"Werewolf, Besca, welcome advice!"

Besca speaks, polite, and if not because he has a wolf head, it really makes people feel that he is a handsome gentleman.

"Earthman, Zhao Jing!"

Zhao Jing stood in a variety of postures, it seemed that there were flaws everywhere, but it seemed to be one with the world, without the slightest flaw!

Fang Yue watched Zhao Jing's figure carefully.

In an instant, Fang Yue understood that he still underestimated Zhao Jing's accomplishments in Tai Chi.

At a pure realm level, I am afraid he has already reached the level of harmony between man and nature!

If the resources for cultivation are sufficient, he can quickly reach the level of heaven and earth realm!

All martial arts on the earth are summarized from nature.

This Zhao Jing had long understood was not Yin-Yang Tai Chi, but the Way of Heaven, the way of all things in nature, all arising and passing away!

"Make a move!"

Besca, who holds his own identity, did not act first.

Zhao Jing didn't decline either, but as if he was facing an enemy, a soft fist slammed into Besca's chest!

This punch seemed soft and weak, but it pulled the wind at the moment it was punched!

The surrounding gusts of wind roared like an invisible shackle, blocking all the retreats on Besca's four sides!

Besca's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he was actually locked by Feng Jin, like an insect in amber, he couldn't move anymore!

"This style, the cage of heaven and earth!"

Zhao Jing's voice was not loud, but it fell into Besca's ears as if it was thunderous! "This Zhao Jing is worthy of being a human genius that our Dark Moon plane cares about! At the level of the innate realm in a small area, he has understood the level of "power"! Above the move, it is to use the power of the world, and then, it is An introduction to the law! Ordinary practitioners usually reach the level of the heaven and earth realm. Only when their mind, mind, and body begin to become one with the heavens and the earth, can they gradually understand the level of momentum, and this Zhao Jing is only in the innate realm, and he has not experienced the sense of harmony with the earth and heaven. Is at the level of "potential", not

That is not rare! "

By Fang Yue's side, a man in a splendid robe appeared silently, his appearance was no different from that of a human being on earth.

However, Fang Yue was uncomfortable with a cold breath exuding from all over his body!

This man has reached the third level of the rotation realm! I don't know whether he came to the earth through the self-slashing cultivation base and then recovered, or the Dark Moon plane used other means to teleport him over.

He arbitrarily evaluated Zhao Jing, both in his eyes and in his tone of voice, there was a faint taste of watching a play.

"who are you?"

Fang Yue stared at the man and asked unceremoniously.

"Dark Moon Royal Family, Eighteenth Prince, Zhang Yin!"

The man smiled gently, but Fang Yue always felt a hint of coldness in his smile.

The moment the two talked, the situation on the ring has changed.

On Besca's body surface, a layer of silver flame hunts and burns, forming a protective film, directly swaying the surrounding wind!

Although Zhao Jing was a master of boxing, after all, he had entered the Innate Realm in too short a time.

Even if you have understood some of Feng Jin's mysteries, it is only a fur, and there is still a long way to go before the real mastery.

His move, if it were replaced by other opponents of the same level, perhaps he would really win.

But Besca, after all, is the genius of the younger generation in the Dark Moon plane, how could he not have any means to save his life.

This silver flame is his talent!

Can protect the body, can attack, there are few opponents in the same rank!

"This trick is very good, but if it's only like this, then our battle can be over!"

Besca broke through Feng Jin's shackles and easily avoided Zhao Jing's punch.

To be honest, Zhao Jing's ability to pull Fengjin to trap him really surprised him, but that's all!

Master clashes, the winner can be decided only by breathing!

Before Besca's words fell, he had already taken the initiative to attack, his body was like a dragon, his steps were like electricity.

Fist out, the silver flame rushes!

The flame turned into a long dragon, and the dragon scales were clear and lifelike!

The dragon head lifted up and his mouth opened, as if he was about to swallow Zhao Jing into his stomach!

"Tai Chi, grab the tail of the bird!"

Zhao Jing didn't rush, and with a four or two strokes, he directly knocked the long silver dragon away. The dragon's head shattered and turned into a silver flame, bit by bit in the air, constantly shattering!

"Tai Chi, single whip!"

Zhao Jing single-handedly launched, the wind is healthy!

Due to the shadow of the boxing, it hits Besca's chest!

Chong.

The breastplate in Besca's clothes blocked Zhao Jing's single whip!

Zhao Jing was slightly startled, and his mind was broken.

Besca showed a ferocious face: "It turns out that you, an old fellow, still have a hand! Take the move, and start a prairie fire!"

Besca placed one palm toward Zhao Jing's skull.

The flames poured down like a waterfall, engulfing Zhao Jing in an instant.

All the white clothes on Zhao Jing's body became ashes and burned out in an instant!

"It's a pity! This Zhao Jing is over! Besca's flame may be nothing in the eyes of the real strong, but it is still a bit powerful at the level below the world realm!"

People are sighing softly.

Zhao Jing, when it comes to his understanding of Taijiquan, he has definitely reached the level of a master of boxing.

Among the peers, if you ignore the talent gap, Zhao Jing is definitely a rare opponent.

Unfortunately, he met Besca!

At this moment, in the silver flame, a thin palm came out suddenly.

Suddenly he grabbed Besca's shoulder!

Besca was slightly surprised and wanted to resist, but the great power in that palm came suddenly!

"Yin and Yang are born and die!"

Zhao Jing's palm tugged.

Flesh and blood on Besca's shoulders!

The blood spurted up to several feet high!

"No!"

Besca looked up to the sky and roared, but unfortunately, it was too late!

Zhao Jing came out with another boxing shadow, taking Besca's heart position!

The black tiger digs his heart!

This is the simplest move, and even the small gangsters on the street can master it, but this mediocre move is displayed in the hands of a boxing master like Zhao Jing, but it is very powerful!

Zhao Jing took out a beating heart! The heart is still beating.