Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Jiang Wuwu's movements became extremely flexible due to his body and martial arts. Zhang Yifeng had no time to resist and could only retreat in embarrassment.

Jiang Wuwu was not a good person. When Zhang Yifeng retreated, he pressed forward step by step without giving in at all.

Zhang Yifeng frowned slightly, retreating while resisting Jiang Wuyue's attack without warning.

Boom boom boom!

The weak fist met the huge scorpion hand, and a shocking explosion erupted.

The spiritual energy burst out, like exploding fireworks, dazzling.

Terrifying fluctuations swept around, like wind dragons.

"Zhang Yifeng was suppressed and beaten, and had no power to fight back!"

"Oh my God, Jiang Wuwen's speed is so fast that I can't even catch it with my naked eyes!"

The spectators were stunned. Ever since Zhang Yifeng fought with Wen Cuishan, they had always thought that Jiang Wuqi was no match for Zhang Yifeng. But when the two of them fought, they discovered that it was Zhang Yifeng who was being beaten.

Zhang Yifeng retreated step by step, and became embarrassed when he lost the opportunity.

"Haha, Zhang Yifeng, your reaction is getting slower and slower! What? Are you going to be unable to resist, but I haven't speeded up yet!"

"How is it? Have you never seen such fast movements and martial arts? Hahaha."

On the ring, Jiang Wuwu laughed wildly. His figure became more and more dreamlike, and his speed became faster and faster. In the end, two phantoms appeared around Zhang Yifeng, which seemed virtual and real, and it was difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

This is the advantage of body martial arts. When fighting, it is absolutely flexible. Jiang Wuwu's movement and martial arts skills are definitely not low-level.

"roll!"

I don't know if he was out of temper, but Zhang Yifeng suddenly let out a low drink. With a wave of his right fist, he shot out a huge golden dragon.

Nine Dragons Phantom Fist!

There was a muffled sound and the entire arena shook. Zhang Yifeng's dragon fist was empty. What he just hit was just Jiang Wuwen's phantom.

At this moment, Jiang Wuwu's body appeared behind Zhang Yifeng, and his scorpion hand hit Zhang Yifeng's back.

boom!

With a muffled sound, Zhang Yifeng's body was directly knocked away, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Wow, in an instant, the whole place was in an uproar. The scene fell into a brief silence.

Zhang Yifeng is really no match for Jiang Wuwu! After persisting for so long, he was finally knocked away by Jiang Wuwu.

After the silence, there was crazy yelling.

"Jiang Wuwen, I told you that you would definitely get first place! That's true."

"Jiang Wuwu, I love you, you are the only one I love in this life! I knew that Zhang Yifeng was just a clown."

Men and women shouted loudly for Jiang Wuwu.

"Bah, a bunch of people without a position, Zhang Yifeng, come on, you haven't failed yet!"

"Zhang Yifeng, stand up, we believe you."

Of course, Zhang Yifeng still has loyal supporters, but his voice is obviously much smaller than at the beginning. This world is so realistic.

"This Jiang Wuwen is actually so strong. Young Master will not be defeated by Jiang Wuwu, right?"

In the audience, Fang Ling sweated for Zhang Yifeng. Judging from the current situation, Zhang Yifeng occupies an absolute disadvantage.

"Read on carefully. Don't you know the strength of the young master? He just doesn't want to win too easily."

Sima Han spoke calmly, he was very detailed about Zhang Yifeng's strength.

"But Jiang Wuwen is so fast. He has learned martial arts and physical skills..."

Sima Han smiled and said: "Silly girl, do you think the young master doesn't have it?"

"Right."

…

On the ring, Jiang Wuwu looked at Zhang Yifeng who was just on the ground, with a confident smile on his lips. He looked at Zhang Yifeng condescendingly and said arrogantly: "Boy, what? Aren't you very arrogant? Aren't you very arrogant? Why are you falling now? Hahaha."

Jiang Wuyuan has been waiting for so long just to slap Zhang Yifeng in the face today. He just wanted to trample Zhang Yifeng under his feet when Zhang Yifeng was the proudest and most confident! Only in this way will he feel happy.

He wanted everyone to know that he, Jiang Wuyang, was the well-deserved pride of heaven. First, it will only be him, Jiang Endless.

Zhang Yifeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly stood up from the ground. His eyes did not fluctuate much and remained very calm.

"I'll say it again, my name is Zhang Yifeng, not a boy. I admit that you are a little trickier than I thought, but it's just a little bit."

After Zhang Yifeng's words came out, the spectators who supported Zhang Yifeng immediately became excited.

"Domineering! Zhang Yifeng, I just like your domineering. You are the strongest."

"Beat him to death, beat Jiang Wuwu to death!"

On the ring, the smile on Jiang Wuyue's lips became more and more bloodthirsty: "It's interesting that at this time, you are still so stubborn. It seems that I can't change your habit of bragging until I tear your mouth to pieces!"

Zhang Yifeng shrugged indifferently and said calmly: "If you can beat me away this time, I will lose!"

With a low roar, Zhang Yifeng's speed suddenly increased, and the golden light all over his body became more intense.

Zhang Yifeng was like a golden meteor, appearing next to Jiang Wuwu in an instant. There were no gorgeous martial arts skills, just a fist punch towards Jiang Wuwu.

"it's useless."

Jiang Wuwu sneered and stepped out with the Phantom Step, intending to dodge Zhang Yifeng's attack, but the next moment, he was shocked to find that Zhang Yifeng was like a tarsal maggot, still following him no matter how he dodged.

"How is it possible? Why did your speed suddenly increase... Could it be... that you also know body and martial arts!"

Jiang Wuwu's pupils kept shrinking, Zhang Yifeng's speed instantly increased several times, and he couldn't dodge.

"Congratulations, you guessed it correctly."

Zhang Yifeng smiled faintly. His footwork was very subtle, sometimes like a dragonfly touching the water, sometimes like a wild goose passing without a trace. It is the kamikaze footwork.

Although the level of Kamikaze Footwork is not very high, it is still of great help to Zhang Yifeng when his cultivation level is still relatively weak.

"Slow, too slow! Why do you always slow me down? Didn't you say you wanted to speed up?"

Zhang Yifeng kept attacking Jiang Wuwu from left to right, but Jiang Wuwu could only let go passively, in embarrassment, because he didn't know from which direction Zhang Yifeng would attack at the next moment.

The spectators were stunned.

"What's going on? Why did Zhang Yifeng's speed increase so much? Jiang Wuyuan was pressed down and beaten by him instead."

"I'll go, are you stupid? Can't you see that Zhang Yifeng also used body and martial arts?"

"Zhang Yifeng also has body martial arts! When did body martial arts become so common?"

"Humph, I just said Zhang Yifeng is the most powerful. I like Zhang Yifeng, a sunny and handsome type."

…

"Too slow, Jiang Wuwen, have you not eaten? Why is the speed getting slower and slower?"

"Too slow, still too slow!"

On the ring, Zhang Yifeng's sarcastic voice kept coming.

But it's not that Jiang Wuyue is getting slower and slower, but that he is getting faster and faster. His proficiency in body and martial arts definitely surpassed Jiang Wuwu's. How could he lose in a speed competition?