Anti-Heaven Immortal Martial Arts System

Zheng Siming flipped his hands in the air and landed directly back to the place where he had just jumped up. He laughed contemptuously and patted the non-existent dust on his clothes.

"You dare to be so arrogant in front of me with such little ability. You really don't know how to live or die." Zheng Siming said, and was about to sit back on the chair that his two followers had brought with him. The force just now was still on the top of the head.

He didn't think Fang Ye could still be alive even if his strength at the top level of the second level was enough to kill him.

Long Sheng'en looked at Fang Ye who was kneeling on one knee with a complicated expression. It was a pity that such a young man with outstanding strength died like this.

Moreover, this young man had just saved his life. If Fang Ye hadn't driven him away, judging from the power generated by Fang Ye and Zheng Siming's palm confrontation just now, he would have been absolutely certain to die if he stayed there if he was touched.

However, everything is afraid of these two words. b Time travel novel: b

When Fang Ye was about to sit back on his chair, Fang Ye, who was kneeling on one knee, stood up, using his inner strength in his hands, he slapped Zheng Siming who was about to sit on the chair with his butt sticking out.

"Eh!" Zheng Siming was greatly surprised when he saw that Fang Ye was not dead and had taken action against him, but he immediately opened his hands, and with his feet as the starting point, he fell backwards and spun around.

He stood up and dodged Fang Ye's palm.

And when Fang Ye rushed past him, he immediately turned around and slapped Fang Ye's vest with a palm. But he didn't expect that Fang Ye suddenly turned around and directly grabbed Zheng Siming's outstretched palm with his left hand. A strong force

The wind once again pushed away the people who were approaching here.

Fang Ye grabbed Zheng Siming's right hand tightly with his left hand, and at the same time he raised his right hand and kept hitting the opponent. Zheng Siming could only keep fighting Fang Ye because his right hand was captured.

Strong winds continued to rage in the small supermarket, overturning the surrounding food shelves. Not long after, Zheng Siming suddenly turned red and spurted out a mouthful of thick blood.

Because they fought Fang Ye for more than ten times, but because neither of them could step back to release the momentum, they both endured it forcefully. Because Fang Ye had the magical power of golden light and was indestructible, he was more able to withstand it, but Zheng Siming

It didn't work. After more than ten palms, he was injured immediately.

When Fang Ye saw the opponent spurting blood, his eyes lit up, and a trace of joy appeared on his face. He raised his palm with all his strength, preparing to carry forward the essence of "Killing you while you are sick".

Zheng Siming also saw Fang Ye's movements. He immediately put the index and middle fingers of his left hand together and quickly tapped several acupuncture points on his left hand that Fang Ye had grasped tightly on his right hand.

Fang Ye, who was using all his internal energy, suddenly felt his left hand go numb, and then he couldn't exert any strength on his left hand. Zheng Siming directly let Zheng Siming shake his left hand away, jumped back a few steps and left Fang Ye's body.

Zheng Siming put his left hand with two red fingers that was constantly trembling behind his back. He looked at Fang Ye with a surprised look on his face: "Which knot did this guy come from? Why are his hands harder than iron?"

Zheng Siming clearly knew the power of his fingers. With a full thrust, he could leave a fingerprint as deep as half a decimeter on the iron block. However, this kind of finger power only touched Fang Ye's arm with all his strength.

After a few strokes, his fingers almost felt like they were broken.

Fang Ye shook his left forearm, and the numbness was slowly disappearing. He looked at Zheng Siming with a strange look on his face: "This guy really has some skills." If Fang Ye had not been sure about the ancient meaning in Long Shengen's mouth before,

If martial arts are those martial arts, then after having a fight with Zheng Siming, he has determined that the ancient martial arts the other party learned is similar to those martial arts in the mysterious system.

It's just that there is a mysterious system. Fang Ye can master that martial arts as long as he draws a prize. And this Zheng Siming's grandfather is an ancient martial arts master, so his martial arts should be passed down from his family, and he has learned it bit by bit since he was a child.

It was something he had cultivated himself. More than ten years and nearly twenty years of cultivation were no more than Fang Ye had won three prizes. It seemed that the efficiency of this martial arts training was too slow.

"Boy, since you hurt me, I want your life." Zheng Siming took out the blood from the corner of his mouth and raised it to his eyes, then looked at Fang Ye with a ferocious face.

Zheng Siming stepped on the ground with his left foot, turned his body 180 degrees to the left with his heel as the starting point, and slapped Fang Ye's right arm with his palm.

When Zheng Siming made a move, Fang Ye retreated hastily. Not counting moves, Fang Ye was about the same strength as the opponent, but the guy opposite him had very subtle moves, which made Fang Ye, who only knew a little fighting moves,

I feel a little overwhelmed.

He clearly saw that the opponent was hitting him to the left. When he blocked it, the palm came towards him again, causing him to be hit before he could catch it.

Fang Ye and Zheng Siming exchanged dozens of moves in the small supermarket, then slapped each other again and took a few steps back to separate.

Now Fang Ye's hair is a little messy, but his face is pretty good, and there are no injuries on his body. But Zheng Siming opposite him is a little embarrassed, and there is a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth again. This is because he was hit by Fang Ye's palm.

Give the injured one another hand.b Time travel novel:b

Fang Ye also received a palm from him, but Fang Ye, who was covered in copper skin and iron bones, was not injured at all. Although Zheng Siming had internal power to protect himself, his heart was still shocked by Fang Ye's palm.

"Master." The two middle-aged men shouted, and the one who had not broken his leg ran over and stood in front of Zheng Siming, glaring at Fang Ye in fear.

Fang Ye frowned and looked at the injured Zheng Siming. He was wondering if he should kill him? After all, the two sides had already become enemies, but what Long Shengen said about Zheng Siming's grandfather, the ancient martial arts master, made Fang Ye afraid.

This guy looks like he is only in his mid-twenties, but he has such strong martial arts, and his grandfather has a reputation as an ancient martial arts master. He must not be worse than Zheng Siming in strength. He should be level three or even

A level 4 master.

Although Fang Ye was not sure whether level three could crush him to death, level four could definitely do it. Fang Ye's eyes wandered over Zheng Siming's body for a moment, then he glanced at the people around him. Since this Zheng Siming had already become enemies, and depending on the other person's temperament

He will never take it easy. If you want to avoid trouble, you must kill him.

"I have the existence of a mysterious system. By the time his grandfather finds out about me, I will have already extracted several martial arts books again. Zheng Siming's grandfather may no longer be my opponent."

"And..." Fang Ye turned his gaze to the people around him who were looking at him and Zheng Siming with shock and fear: "As long as they keep silent, how can I find out that Zheng Siming died at my hands?

?" To be honest, at this moment, Fang Ye's eyes narrowed, and he even wanted to kill everyone present, so that no one would know that he killed Zheng Siming.

And in this apocalyptic world where zombies and beasts are rampant, it is absolutely normal for a lot of people to die, and Zheng Siming's death will definitely not be suspected on his head.

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