Xingling Jun tried hard to control his emotions and looked at Hua Shangjun: "You found me and said you wanted to teach Zhao Yu a lesson. If there is any problem, let me help you. Now I am fighting with Zhao Yu. Are you sitting there watching the show and telling me that this is the most reasonable?"

Hua Shangjun also felt that it was a little unauthentic. But what could he do? How could he calculate it? This situation is the most reasonable. What Shi Xinjun said makes sense. It is impossible for him to help him. He can't really fight with Shi Xinjun. Therefore, their battle is destined to have no result and is a waste of energy.

Therefore, according to what Duke Xinjun said, reaching an agreement and neither of them interferes is the best result.

Xingling Jun said angrily: "That should be the one who is watching the show with Death Xinjun. You can deal with Zhao Yu!"

Zhao Yu shook his head: "That's impossible, I want to beat you."

"Beat me?" Xingling Jun said angrily: "You are a little too confident, are you? Look at the trick!"

Xingling Jun didn't say nonsense. Although he knew Zhao Yu's true strength and felt the pressure, he didn't think he could not beat Zhao Yu. He just thought it was a flash kill before, but now he thought it would take some time and tactics.

Zhao Yu and Xingling Jun fought together again. In this cramped alley, the two people flew up and down, their four arms were as fast as lightning. The stone bricks on some walls in the alley were slapped or kicked by them to break out many cracks.

Shin-jun opened his eyes wide in surprise, looking at the battle in front of him, almost unable to close his mouth. What surprised him was no longer Zhao Yu's strength, but... Zhao Yu's kung fu!

As shocked as he was Hua Shangjun. Hua Shangjun looked at everything in front of him in surprise and murmured: "No... impossible, this is impossible! The kung fu he used was actually... the wrong golden palm technique!? The three unique skills of the wrong golden fu are all non-existent internal skills. How could he play this set of palm techniques?"

Shin-jun pursed his lips tightly: "Zhao Yu, who are you?"

Xingling Jun stopped in place, gasped and looked at Zhao Yu, and squeezed out a few words from his teeth: "Zhao Yu! How could you be the wrong golden palm technique of our Xing family?"

Zhao Yu smiled slightly: "You can tell with such a low-end palm technique. Alas, this palm technique looks fierce and sharp, but in fact it is very empty. With a little trick, you can easily crack it."

"What did you say!?"

"I mean, you think of it as a family heirloom, but in my eyes, it is actually worthless." Zhao Yu shrugged: "It's just a bad skill, whoever practices will be careless."

Xingling Jun gritted his teeth, his anger could no longer be suppressed.

I have worked hard for more than ten years, and the unique skills of the sects and family traditions have been insulted, just as if my efforts for more than ten years have been said to be worthless.

Xingling Jun gritted his teeth: "Zhao Yu, what do you know about a little guy like you who has never seen anything in the world? Today, I will let you see how powerful the wrong golden palm technique is! Look at the palm!"

Xinglingjun rushed forward and slashed at Zhao Yu with one palm. Zhao Yu easily avoided it and began to counterattack him. After fighting Xinglingjun for a long time, he felt that he had almost touched this set of palm techniques, and it was time to perform real skills.

While dealing with the move, Zhao Yu suddenly shouted softly: "It's this!"

As he said a change of move, Xingling Jun could not react in time and was hit by Zhao Yu with the tip of his palm. His whole body shook and he took a step back.

He looked at Zhao Yu in surprise, standing there, almost forgot to stop the move.

Zhao Yu had no intention of continuing to attack at all. Normally, he broke the opponent's moves and continued to attack at his own pace to win the final victory and cause greater damage to the enemy. But Zhao Yu did not. He stood there leisurely and began to explain to Xinglingjun.

"The trick you just made was wrong. It looked fierce, but actually had three flaws. The most serious thing was the angle I just saw, and you could touch your important acupoints. I just touched it just now. If I was angry, I could hit it. Think about it, will your arms be so painful that you can't even stretch out your arms?"

"Break... cracked?" Hua Shangjun couldn't believe it. Looking at Zhao Yu's appearance, he heard from his tone that he had just started to study this set of palm techniques, but it was cracked so quickly. It was simply... unscientific, and there was no reason to say it!

Xingling Jun gritted his teeth and met again. After a few rounds, Zhao Yu shouted softly again: "There is still here."

The scene just now reappeared, but this time, Zhao Yu walked around behind Xinglingjun and patted him gently.

"Oh, this is also a flaw, and there is also this, here, here... I'm sorry, you have really practiced this palm-breaking technique for more than ten years? Here..."

Xingling Jun's moves were frequently cracked, and he couldn't figure it out. Even if his father and master wanted to use another set of kung fu to crack the wrong golden palm technique, it would be impossible to dismantle this set of palm techniques so scattered.

In front of Zhao Yu, the wrong golden palm technique is simply a game for children to play house. It is completely vulnerable. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is full of holes.

Why!? Why did the palm technique passed down by one's family turn into a set of basically scrapped martial arts in front of Zhao Yu!? Why!?

Zhao Yu never pursued Xinglingjun because of breaking Xinglingjun's palm technique. He seemed to have no intention of doing anything to Xinglingjun, but was just enjoying the fun of breaking the move.

In his eyes, Xinglingjun is no longer an enemy, but an electronic game, that's all.

Shin-jun's expression was solemn: "According to Zhao Yu's fighting style, I'm afraid the wrong golden palm technique of the Xun family is just a third-rate style of the world."

Hua Shangjun wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and said angrily: "Zhao Yu..."

Xingling Jun's arms were hurt everywhere, but he knew that Zhao Yu had already clicked. Otherwise, with Zhao Yu's ability, he could concentrate his wrists and arms, and he would have a way to break his tendons and fracture him.

Xinglingjun looked at Zhao Yu. Is this person really the Zhao Yu he knew? Zhao Yu, Zhao Yu... Why did a mere Zhao Yu have such powerful martial arts and even have the ability to react and analyze above him?

Zhao Yu smiled slightly: "Okay, you have found the problem, I have had a lot of fun. Forget about you placing cups in front of me, forget it. Today I will spare your life, be more modest and kind in the future, don't always cause trouble for me."

humiliation!

Xingling Jun gritted his teeth and said slowly: "Zhao Yu. Do you think you are here, who do you talk to??"

As Xinglingjun said, he firmly and slowly took off one hand's white gloves.

Shin-jun opened his eyes wide: "Happy Lord!"
Chapter completed!