Xinglingjun felt that he was sure to win.

When he first fought with Zhao Yu, he was indeed disrupted by Zhao Yu who suddenly became stronger, and he felt a little panic and anxious. However, as he showed his unique skills, the wrong golden palm technique after thirteen moves, which is the true essence of the wrong golden palm technique. Only the most exquisite wrong golden secret that only the Xun family is qualified to inherit, and he regained his confidence.

The feeling of being able to control the overall situation and beat the opponent back to his body again. He was extremely confident that he would win and Zhao Yu would die miserably.

However, when he was about to approach Zhao Yu, he suddenly discovered that Zhao Yu's arms also turned golden.

And it is a purer and more dazzling golden color than his dim yellow. One of Zhao Yu's palms turned golden and dazzling.

Everything was like slow motion, and the world was still. The king of Death Letter grew up and opened his eyes wide, unable to believe everything he saw; Hua Shangjun had already stopped thinking, and his mind was full of question marks, and he had no clue or answer at all.

Zhao Yu slowly raised his head expressionlessly, and a kind of determination and indifference flashed in his cold eyes.

Bang!

When his palms were fighting each other, Xing Lingjun's arm was almost broken, and he flew backwards and vomited blood. A large pool of blood stains broke out on the back of his head on the wall behind him.

Zhao Yu stood there, never saying a word from beginning to end. He frowned, looked at his hands, and said indifferently: It's a bit too much.

Hua Shangjun looked at Zhao Yu in surprise, as if he was looking at a devil, and felt the fear emanating from his heart, which was an experience he had never had before. Just now, the aura conveyed from Zhao Yu completely shocked him.

That's right, even if he didn't stand in front of Zhao Yu, he was not the real opponent Zhao Yu was facing, and he was still frightened. This feeling was so humiliating and fearful, just like the little white rabbit at the bottom of the food chain, in front of the jungle king who was more than a hundred times stronger than himself... the tiger, he could only tremble, and even had no confidence in escaping.

Zhao Yu exuded a kingly temperament, but he almost sat on the ground. He was obviously not his target!

He didn't understand, nor did he understand that the family's unique skills of the Xing family, and he and Shi Xinjun could not understand the key points of the thirteen tricks of the wrong golden palm technique. How many sects and families in the world are salivating about the right and wrong golden palm technique, and they are all at home challenging, accumulating experience, and studying and discussing... But no one knows how to practice the real Jin Palm technique. Only the people of the Xing family know the real method.

But Zhao Yu..., after he had avoided frequently before, and after suffering losses of more than twenty moves, he actually knew the mental method of the wrong Golden Palm. Even the first time he activated it, it was more pure and powerful than Xinglingjun who had been practicing for more than ten years.

Is this guy really a human?

Shin-jun had already gone to support Shin-ling-jun and said with concern: "Hey, Ashin! How are you feeling? Ashin!"

The corners of Xingling Jun's mouth kept bleeding, and his words were intermittent. He looked at Zhao Yu straight, his mind was filled with mud, anger, fear and confusion. These three emotions flashed alternately in his pupils.

He was angry that he actually lost to the trash Zhao Yu, whom he looked down upon the most;

He was afraid that Zhao Yu could learn his palm skills so easily, and he was stronger and more ruthless than himself;

He didn't understand that such a complex palm technique was more qualified than him, higher-level than him, and more experienced than him, no one could crack or steal the master. What exactly did he rely on!?

The Death Letter turned his head: "Hua Shang, Chinese Shang!"

Hua Shangjun woke up after a dream: "Ahhh...ah?"

Shin-jun said anxiously: "Axin's hand is broken and there are internal injuries. We have to send him back quickly."

"oh oh."

Just as Hua Shangjun was about to move, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and Zhao Yu stood in front of him with an expressionless face.

Hua Shangjun looked at this terrifying guy in shock. He didn't say a word, no ridicule, no complacent, no expression of contempt or a happy expression after winning.

Hua Shangjun instinctively pointed back: "What are you...what are you going to do?"

Zhao Yu looked at him: "Next time, don't easily deduct the cup. The world is more profound than you rich young men imagine. If there is another time, it will really be dead."

Hua Shangjun didn't say a word. He didn't know what he should say or what else he could say. He even forgot to retort. No, he didn't forget, but he didn't dare. At this moment, he had truly realized that the gap between him and Zhao Yu was absolutely terrifying.

He became timid and cowardly. Looking at Zhao Yu, a panic and dull expression appeared on his face, and he prayed in his heart that Zhao Yu would not attack him.

Zhao Yu slowly stretched out his hand, but Hua Shangjun didn't dare to make any moves or react, and let the hand slowly reach towards him.

Hua Shangjun felt that his breathing could not be controlled, so he could only inhale, but no matter what, he couldn't breathe. He had a slightly long mouth, and his eyes showed a look of almost praying, and he was about to cry.

Zhao Yu's hand slowly passed through his ears, picked up his coat from the pole behind him, draped it over his shoulders, and turned around and walked away.

The moment Zhao Yu turned around, Hua Shangjun vomited out in one breath, and his whole body felt weak and almost couldn't stand steadily.

Zhao Yu was full of contempt for Hua Shangjun. A guy with no courage only knew that he pretended to be mostly garlic with his family's might. From ancient times to the present, the example of such people suffering losses is like waves in the sea, never stopped.

Zhao Yu walked to the front of Shi Xinjun and Xinglingjun, stood up, and looked down at Xinglingjun.

Shinjun opened his arms to block Xinglingjun and said nervously: "Zhao Yu, enough, you have won!"

Zhao Yu looked at Xinglingjun: "Xinglingjun, I will spare your life today, but there are some things, rules are rules. If you want to make a cup like this, don't mess with me anymore. I may become famous in the world. I don't want anyone to talk about me and say that someone has ever put a cup in front of me. Do you understand what I mean?"

Xingling Jun wanted to move, but as soon as he moved, his whole body was in pain.

"Zhao Yu, it's really enough. Ashin, don't move around."

Xingling Jun gritted his teeth: "Zhao Yu, you... wait."

Zhao Yu smiled slightly: "It seems that you don't understand what I mean."

Shi Xinjun stood up suddenly and held Zhao Yu's wrists with both hands: "Zhao Yu! I am a friend, so I'll give me some face, because I've helped you just now."

Zhao Yu read the death letter Jun for a long time and suddenly smiled: "Okay."
Chapter completed!