Compared with him, Zhao Kun was much more frivolous and seemed to have no roots under his feet.

Zhao Kun laughed arrogantly at Wang Jingang opposite and said, "Hurry up and admit defeat, otherwise I will be afraid that if you are not careful later, you will kill you."

Wang Jingang said in a deep voice: "If you want to fight, just fight. Why do you do so much nonsense?"

"This is what you asked for. Look, I will take you in three moves!" Zhao Kun sneered and swung his fists, with a huge momentum. A cyclone rushed towards Wang Jingang.

Wang Jingang roared, bent his left foot and pressed his left hand in front of his lower abdomen. He hit his right fist hard and went up to meet him.

The cyclone collided with his right fist, and Wang Jingang leaned back heavily, and a red cloud flashed across his face, but then disappeared, and it was obvious that he was at a disadvantage. But what was strange was that his feet were stuck on the life and death platform like a tree root, without moving for a moment.

The two clearly had a gap between three orifices, but Zhao Kun's punch failed to make Wang Jingang take a step back.

Zhao Kun was angry and felt embarrassed and lost face. He sneered and punched him again. Wang Jingang shook it heavily and spit out a mouthful of blood, but he still did not retreat, and the two huge stone slabs under his feet were broken into powder.

Everyone saw some clues at this moment. It turned out that Wang Jingang was standing on the ground, as if he was integrated with the ground. Zhao Kun's entire body was transmitted to the ground by him, rather than relying on his body to force it.

The onlooker stroked his beard and praised, "No, this young man is really good. He looks like a silly man, but he is actually very smart when fighting."

Zhao Kun said that he would take Wang Jingang within three moves. Now that two moves have passed, he feels even more embarrassed. He is suddenly anxious and jumps up, and his fists come out in succession and attacks Wang Jingang like a storm.

Wang Jingang was calm, his palms were like two doors, which were not airtight, blocking Zhao Kun's attack. Zhao Kun's attack was so urgent that it was not as powerful as the two moves just now. This storm-like attack seemed to be powerful, but the damage to Wang Jingang was not as powerful as the two moves just now.

Zhao Kun could not capture him for a long time, his face turned pale and extremely ugly. Yang Jingtian, who was watching from the audience, snorted coldly and turned away dissatisfiedly. He was very disappointed with Zhao Kun. He took out part of the resources given to him by the family and allocated them to Zhao Kun, and forced him to become a master of the Six-Articles. However, he did not expect that Zhao Kun was so incompetent that he could not even beat a person with Three-Articles.

More importantly, the person he could not beat was from Chen Feng, which made him feel very embarrassed. He even felt a little suspicious. He chose Zhao Kun to take the gun against Chen Feng, was it right or wrong?

On the other side, Chen Feng smiled and said softly: "I didn't expect that Wang Jingang's combat talent was so high. His palm technique was also interesting. He could actually transfer the opponent's energy to his feet."

Hearing Yang Jingtian's cold snorkeling, he glanced at Yang Jingtian turning and leaving, Zhao Kun was extremely anxious. Everything he had given to him was given to him by Yang Jingtian. If Yang Jingtian no longer supported him, he would be beaten back to his original form. At this time, he hated Wang Jingang in his heart to the extreme, thinking that he had ruined his future.

He was anxious and even more mistaken on his feet and hands. Wang Jingang caught the opportunity and suddenly poked out his right palm. In an instant, his right palm turned golden and slapped Zhao Kun in the chest. He had been defending, but Zhao Kun didn't expect that he could fight back, so he could not resist it. He was hit directly, screamed and squirted blood and flew out from afar.

He fell heavily on the life and death platform, his chest collapsed, and he was seriously injured and had no power to fight again.

Wang Jingang had a simple and honest personality. He did not continue to chase and killed him, but walked in front of him and said lightly: "Senior Brother Zhao, I won."

At this moment, a ruthless and cunning look flashed in Zhao Kun's eyes. When he raised his right sleeve, a black light suddenly flew out of the sleeve and directly hit Wang Jingang's chest.

Wang Jingang let out a muffled groan, took several steps, and roared: "You, you actually attacked."

Zhao Kun sneered and said shamelessly: "I haven't admitted defeat yet, and you haven't killed me. Our battle is not over yet. I can do anything. Why is this called a sneak attack?"

There was an elder on the cliff, nodding slightly, and a hint of praise flashed in his eyes: "This is a kind-hearted person, and he is a material that can be made."

An elder next to him snorted coldly with disdain and refuted: "It's a pity that the path of warriors is natural and cruel. People with kind hearts will only die quickly."

The elder who spoke at the beginning was not angry, but just shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly.

Wang Jingang found that half of his body was numb and had no sense of consciousness. He looked down and saw that the wound was left with black blood. He said angrily: "Zhao Kun, are you actually using poison?"

"What's wrong with using poison? Did the sect rule say that it was not allowed to use poison?"
Chapter completed!