Xingling Jun hit him with a palm, and Zhao Yu easily pushed him away.

Xinglingjun was a little surprised at first. Today, Zhao Yu's movements, speed and reactions were completely different from that day.

This time, his movements were very accurate, and his reaction was surprisingly agile, and his speed was comparable to that of himself.

He hit more than a dozen palms in a row, but his palms were hit in the air, and none of them hit him. Zhao Yu almost kicked him with one kick. If he hadn't been avoiding quickly, he would have been kicked.

After more than ten moves from Xinglingjun and Zhao Yu, the two of them jumped back at the same time, stood there, and never moved again.

This is a contest between experts. Many times, the two sides of the fight are the ones who know each other the most and are the ones with the most tacit understanding.

Xinglingjun looked at Zhao Yu and his mind was running rapidly. He couldn't believe the solid foundation and rich fighting skills shown by Zhao Yu's more than a dozen moves just now. What he couldn't believe was that his eyes were downward and he saw a faint shoe print on his snow-white robe.

"Hmph." Xingling Jun snorted coldly: "Little kid, it seems that you have been practicing hard recently. I'll give you a compliment."

Zhao Yu looked at him lightly: "Baby, it seems that you have also improved after eating my old man's poop. How does it taste?"

Xingling Jun frowned: "Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!"

Xingling Jun rushed up again, Zhao Yu smiled slightly, and fought with him again.

Xingling Jun was tough, but in fact he didn't dare to underestimate the enemy. He really treated Zhao Yu as an opponent. Through more than a dozen moves just now, he had seen Zhao Yu's real strength. Although he was confident that he could defeat Zhao Yu, he was no longer as strong as he imagined.

He must cheer up in order to truly defeat Zhao Yu in front of him.

The two men met again, and the four arms quickly intertwined, with the collision between palms and palms, arms and arms densely and violently!

Hua Shangjun turned his head and looked at it, and his surprise movements were a little confused. He saw that Zhao Yu and Xingling Jun were actually entangled in a very powerful and intense way to play the palm technique.

He also fought with Zhao Yu. He thought that Zhao Yu's main skill was to escape, but his light skills and hard work were excellent. He thought that this was a crushing battle. Even if he was dragged by Death Xinjun, or if he was dragged by Death Xinjun, Xinglingjun could solve Zhao Yu in a very short time!

And what he believed more was that if Xingling Jun took action, Zhao Yu's fate would only be even worse.

But what he saw was a battle of equal strength!

Not only that, Zhao Yu's movements almost shocked him, because Zhao Yu stood there, although he was wearing a little casually, his movements would not lie. The movements, the posture of a generation of masters, were more beautiful, more elegant, more precise, and more determined than Xingling Jun's!

The Death Xinjun was obviously surprised, and he never knew that Zhao Yu's true strength could actually fight with people of the Three Gentlemen level.

Only then did Death Xinjun realize why Zhao Yu spoke so just now, he did have two tricks.

Shi Xinjun was proud: "Hua Shang, what's wrong? He was messy. Do you look down on me?"

Hua Shangjun looked at the dead Xinjun: "Hey, how long will you be entangled with me?"

Death Xinjun took the move, and Hua Shangjun stopped in mid-air with an eagle claw, and stopped in confusion: "What are you doing?"

"Oh, why are we fighting?" Shi Xinjun shrugged: "We are both similar in skills, and we don't really want to fight. I'll hold you back. You said, are you leaving?"

Hua Shangjun had to admit that he could not really fight against Shi Xinjun and fight desperately. But being entangled by people like Shi Xinjun will definitely not be able to separate himself to help Xinglingjun for a while.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Death letter said, "Let's watch the show!"

"What?"

"So." Shi Xinjun shamelessly hugged Hua Shangjun's shoulder, as if the two of them had never fought just now: "Look, I'm fighting here with you, it's just that I'm entangled you, you can't go anywhere, right? Can you decide the winner?"

"No." Hua Shangjun said dissatisfied.

"Can there be a result?"

"No, either." Hua Shangjun said a little discouraged.

"Can you fight me if you want to fight me? Fight me with the determination to hurt me? Can you?"

Hua Shangjun sighed heavily: "Nonsense."

"So!" said Shi Xinjun: "The result is the same for us, if we fight or not. In short, it depends on the other side, is it Zhao Yu wins, or is Xingling the kid, right?"

Hua Shangjun found that what his grandson said makes some sense!

Death Xinjun continued, "Anyway, there is no result here, so I will establish a gentleman agreement. I won't help Zhao Yu, and you won't help Xinglingjun. We are watching the show. Instead of wasting physical energy here and destroying our feelings, it's better to just watch quietly here."

Hua Shangjun looked at Shi Xinjun and felt that the proposal was very strange and difficult to understand, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong. Instead, the more he thought about it, the more he made the more sense, so he had to say dejectedly: "Zhao Yu will definitely not be Xinglingjun's opponent."

"Oh, let's go and see, do you want to bet?" said Death Xinjun.

"No gambling, Zhao Yu is definitely not Xinglingjun's opponent anyway."

After more than thirty photos, Xinglingjun and Zhao Yu separated again. The two of them stood face to face at about three or five meters apart. Zhao Yu looked at Xinglingjun calmly, and Xinglingjun was a little gasping.

Zhao Yu shook his head regretfully: "Oh, this endurance is not very good. I pulled a little less last time. If I pulled a little more, you wouldn't be panting now."

"Shut up!" Xingling Jun roared: "You bastard, have been hiding your strength before!"

Zhao Yu looked at him: "Who is like you? You're so hard that you pretend to be invincible."

Xingling Jun thought to himself: It’s not appropriate, it’s too embarrassing to continue like this. He and Zhao Yu are evenly matched, and his endurance seems to be better than I thought. Damn it, isn’t his meridian necrosis? Where did he get so much energy?

I could only count on Hua Shangjun. Xingling Jun turned his head and saw Hua Shangjun and Shi Xinjun beside him, leaning on his shoulders, sitting leisurely looking at this place, not like the initiator and initiator of the incident.

Xingling Jun opened his eyes wide: "Hua Shang, what are you doing?"

The Chinese merchant looked at the dead Xinjun helplessly: "I'm watching the show."

"Watch the show!" Xingling Jun suspected that his ear was wrong: "I'm fighting Zhao Yu here, are you sitting there watching the show? Or are you with Death Xinjun?"

Hua Shangjun said depressedly: "Don't ask, in short, I discussed with Shi Xinjun. The current situation is the most reasonable."

"You let it go..." Xingling Jun was going crazy.
Chapter completed!