Cao Qitian was stunned at first, then laughed: "Okay, don't you want my arm? I'll bet with you!"

"But what if you lose?"

A fanatical light appeared in his eyes: "I want you two arms! Do you dare to gamble?"

Everyone looked at the two people with great interest.

They didn't expect that just a small test that was bored in their spare time would cause such a big bet between two people.

"Lu Fan..."

Yang Zipei wanted to dissuade her. Although she was also very disliked by Cao Qitian, she knew very well that the strength of these people around her was that no one could meet the requirements Lu Fan said.

This is the level that only the young masters of a big family can do.

How could they do it?

Lu Fan waved his hand and signaled her not to speak.

Then he looked at Zhang Zihao: "You go."

"good!"

Zhang Zihao just said one word, rolled up his sleeves and walked up, took a deep breath, and then he accumulated all his strength on his right fist!

His expression was very calm, without a hideous face or a roar of rage.

Just accumulate strength and then punch.

In all directions, other ancient martial arts families and the Cao family brought by Cao Qitian were ridiculed.

What kind of person are they, you can see Zhang Zihao's strength and background at a glance.

A newcomer who has just broken through to the Grand Master and has not even fully tempered his true energy.

Such a person still wants to challenge the young master and the Nangong family?

The man who shot out the Thirteen Cauldrons in the Nangong family breathed a deep breath, with contempt in his eyes.

No one knows better than him how strong it takes to win the Thirteen Cauldrons.

As one of the geniuses of the Nangong family, he is just like that.

In his eyes, an ordinary master is indeed a joke, and he is almost the same as an ant, and he can be killed in one go!

finally!

Zhang Zihao punched it out with one punch.

boom!

This punch actually made a terrifying sound of thunder furious.

The thunder exploded, and the shrill sound of the hungry wolf howled the moon through the air!

There were even many people who could vaguely see that a wolf head formed by air flow appeared where Zhang Zihao's boxing wind broke!

Ferocious and terrifying!

Exudes a hellish aura!

For a moment, all the ridicule and insults came to an abrupt end!

The giant tripod made of bronze shook slightly, making a sound of Honglu.

And the disappearing stream of light started to run again.

In almost the blink of an eye, it directly covered more than a dozen bronze tripods.

Thirteen bronze tripods were lit up.

There are not many ones, nor many ones.

In other words, the power of Zhang Zihao's punch reached 13 cauldrons! This is the power of 130,000 kilograms!

Dumbfounded!

In addition to Lu Fan himself, even Jiang He Mu Kang, who had been with Zhang Zihao day and night all day, seemed to have been struck by lightning, standing there like wooden stakes, motionless.

How is that possible?

A new master can actually exert 130,000 kilograms of power!

"It's over."

The person involved, Zhang Zihao, was as if nothing had happened, breathed a sigh of relief, put his fists and stood back towards Lu Fan, and then stood quietly beside him, like a loyal horseman.

Lu Fan has not yet studied Zhang Zihao's physique clearly.

But he had already taught him all his body refining martial arts and cultivation experiences.
Chapter completed!