"This, this..."

On the boxing ring, Zhang Fengjiu saw Ji Haotian surrounded by dozens of security guards and disciples. Not only did he seriously injured and attacked many people, but he was unscathed, and his heart was shocked immediately.

As the number one martial arts person in Yunzhou, he thought he did not have such powerful skills, but how did this young man and the young woman around him do it?

Ji Haotian did not leave time for Zhang Fengjiu to think, and walked calmly to the ring and walked up the steps.

Elegant movement.

But before every move, it creates a strong pressure on people.

Ji Haotian smiled: "Owner Zhang, I have never liked to owe others in my life, and I also don't like others owing me."

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

A personal guard beside Zhang Fengjiu saw Ji Haotian so arrogant. After shouting, he rushed towards Ji Haotian immediately.

Zhang Fengjiu is already a master-level figure in the Yunzhou martial arts world, and the bodyguards around him are naturally not ordinary people. When they set off, they tightened their muscles, jumped high, and then punched Ji Haotian.

"Bang!"

Zhang Fengjiu's guard had just stood up, and Wen Keren behind Ji Haotian also jumped up and went straight to meet him. Before he could land, the sleeve knife in his hand kept going back and forth. In a moment, the sharp sleeve knife was like cutting tofu, and had stabbed countless knifes in the guard's chest.

Seeing Wen Keren's movements, Zhang Fengjiu's eyes suddenly thrust.

He practiced martial arts throughout his life, and had contact with all kinds of weapons, and was a little successful, but in the face of Wen Keren's actions, he couldn't see how many stabs the other party had stabbed.

One second later.

"Gudong!"

The guard's body fell heavily on the boxing ring, and Wen Keren immediately flashed and retreated to Ji Haotian.

Zhang Fengjiu looked at the bodyguard's bodyguard's body and her pupils shrank inexplicably.

In just under three seconds, the entire chest of the guard had been stabbed into a hornet's nest by Wen Keren, and at least a dozen fatal blades were flowing with gurgling blood.

"Are you guys in martial arts?!"

When Zhang Fengjiu saw the bodyguard's bodyguard's body, he finally took Ji Haotian seriously: "Since you have such cultivation, I'm afraid you are not coming today, right? I wonder if you are from which sect you come from, and why did you smash the signboard of my Sifanglou today?"

"Shop sign?"

Ji Haotian seemed to hear some joke: "The little Sifanglou has insignificant martial arts attainments. The underground black boxing that he fights with his life all day long has attracted attention, and it is also equipped with a signature?"

"Just! As the number one martial arts master in Yunzhou, I have never met any rival in my life. How dare you say that I am insignificant?!"

Although Zhang Fengjiu loves money, she has been practicing martial arts for life and has a hot temper. When she heard Ji Haotian belittle him so much, she immediately said furiously: "Boy! Where are you masters? How dare you insult me ​​like this?"

"By you, you are not worthy of asking about my teacher."

Ji Haotian glanced at Zhang Fengjiu coldly: "I came today, not by listening to you brag, nor by listening to your ridiculous names that are self-proclaimed. I am looking for you to collect debts!"

“Collection of debt?!”

Zhang Fengjiu's eyes sterned: "Zhang's family has a great career and has never owed others money for many years. Since he has no debts, where does he get his debt?"

"I am an impatient person and I like to take revenge not overnight."

Ji Haotian smiled, which was a reminder.

"What happened today?"

Zhang Fengjiu's eyes twitched, thinking.

"At noon today, Kong Haoji held a meeting to donate hard, and the limelight was on the verge of attention. So, you should know who I am, right?" Ji Haotian gradually stepped forward: "You set up a plan today and worked with outsiders to blackmail our Zhennan Fund for 2 billion yuan. Now, you must hand over the 35 billion yuan, a little less, and it is not enough."

"I don't know what you're talking nonsense!"

Zhang Fengjiu clenched her fists, and her breathing became a little rapid without realizing it: "You are here tonight to find trouble for no reason, and you are killing my disciples! You are seeking death!!"

Since Ji Haotian mentioned today's incident, Zhang Fengjiu has already known that he cannot escape the disaster.

Since there is no way out, we can only fight with our lives.

With a loud shout, Zhang Fengjiu hit the boxing ring with his right foot, and his body was already roaring towards Ji Haotian.

The speed is so fast that there are already slight afterimages. Zhang Fengjiu has been studying martial arts throughout her life and is naturally a skilled person to be praised as the number one.

"Overbial ability."

Ji Haotian saw Zhang Fengjiu hitting with a punch, his face was expressionless, his expression still remained, and he did not even act like dodging.

"Boy! Are you scared silly?"

Zhang Fengjiu roared again, gathering the true energy in her body and instilling all into her right fist.

As Zhang Fengjiu's true energy circulated, his entire fist was wrapped in a misty air stream visible to the naked eye. In the circle, there was a faint flash of fire.

Zhang Fengjiu was getting closer and closer to Ji Haotian, and his right arm was completely covered with flames, and his fists were like magma poured.

Immediately, Zhang Fengjiu punched out and directly hit Ji Haotian's chest.

The flame covered with the outside of Zhang Fengjiu's palm is entirely caused by the transformation of the pure true qi. With the refinement and blessing of internal forces, its destructive power is far beyond ordinary wildfire. This flame seems dull, but it is easy to melt metal in an instant.

This Glazed Fire Fist is Zhang Fengjiu's most proud killer move. Over the years, countless opponents have died under this punch.

The next moment.

Ji Haotian actually raised his arm very calmly and grabbed Zhang Fengjiu's fist directly.

"Bang!"

A loud collision.

Zhang Fengjiu threw away a sharp punch and hit Ji Haotian's palm.

"Huhh!"

After the fist and palms contacted, the flames surrounding Zhang Fengjiu's fist, like countless fire snakes, drilled out along Ji Haotian's fingers, and instantly swallowed his palms.

Around him, Zhang Fengjiu's personal bodyguards and several seriously injured disciples from the audience were relieved when they saw this scene.

They have seen Zhang Fengjiu use this move more than once. With Zhang Fengjiu's powerful internal strength and invincible glazed fire, even the steel guardrail of the armored vehicle could not withstand his attack.

Back then, the number one foreign master of Yunzhou, Helian Laiqing and the qigong master Huangfu Yunhu, came to challenge Zhang Fengjiu. In the end, the two did not follow the rules of the world and attacked Zhang Fengjiu together, but both died tragically under his Glazed Fire Fist. Zhang Fengjiu also became famous in one fell swoop and became the number one master of martial arts.

It can be seen from this that neither external skills nor internal skills can resist the power of Zhang Fengjiu's glass fire.

At this moment, not only Zhang Fengjiu's disciples were full of confidence, but even he himself showed a sneer when he touched Ji Haotian with his fist.

According to his experience, the next moment, Ji Haotian's palm would be burned into charcoal, and then the tricky and vicious glass fire would burn along Ji Haotian's bone marrow and blood. In the end, the scorching flames would radiate from the inside out, and Ji Haotian would surely turn into a ball of ashes.

However.

Just when Zhang Fengjiu was extremely confident that she would win a lot.

But his pupils suddenly shrank, and then his face changed.

Because, his fist, which was wrapped in raging flames, actually felt the stinging pain in his heart.

After a moment, a domineering force surged out of Ji Haotian's palm and spread out wantonly.

"boom!"

As a burst of air bursts, the glass fire wrapped around Zhang Fengjiu's hand was shattered, and countless flames were peeled off and splashed around. Zhang Fengjiu's bodyguards who could not dodge immediately wailed, and the flames were not extinguished at all.

"Click!"

The next moment, Ji Haotian exerted a little force on his hand.

Zhang Fengjiu's fist, which was held in his palm, gradually became soft and soft, like a deformed steamed bun.
Chapter completed!