429: C429 19 Lost!

C429 19 Lost!

The three young men of the Ji Family had arrogant expressions on their faces. They didn't even spare Leng Feng a glance.

Their disdain was obvious.

Ji Dong frowned and thought to himself, "That's true.

Then he said to Ji Nineteen, who was the youngest among the three, "Little Nineteen, go up and deal with him as if he's challenging our arena."

"How unlucky." Ji Nineteen walked into the arena unwillingly. She lazily hooked her finger at Leng Feng and said, "Uncle, come on.

Let's finish the fight earlier. I'm going to go and admire Chief Instructor's martial arts."

Soon, the entire ring was left to Leng Feng and Ji Nineteen.

"Ancient Martial Arts Challenge. ... the prelude. ... officially begins!"

The judge was Lee Dafa.

As for Ji Baxiao, he was watching Lee Dafa closely, afraid that he would do something that would affect the Ji family.

Lee Dafa had gotten a gong out of nowhere.

As he struck the gong, the crowd who were watching the show started shouting.

"Good luck!"

"Beat his balls!"

[Bite him!]

They were already in the mood to watch a show, and they were shouting at the top of their lungs.

Ji Nineteen was irritated by so many people looking at her. She said to Leng Feng, even more impatiently, "Stop dilly-dallying. Hurry up and attack!

I don't have time to waste with you!

If you don't attack now, don't blame me for not giving you the chance to wait for mortals!"

Just as Ji Nineteen crossed her arms over her chest and puffed out her chest with disdain, Leng Feng made a mysterious stance.

"This is...!"

Ji Dong, who was observing Ye Hong, was suddenly stunned when he saw Leng Feng's actions.

His pupils contracted as he exclaimed, "Little Nineteen, be careful..."

As soon as he said "Little," Leng Feng suddenly moved!

"The first style of the Eight Trigram Palm, the Flowing Dragon Path!"

At this moment, Leng Feng focused all of his knowledge and understanding of these days on what seemed like a simple palm.

The palm wind whistled like a dragon flying in the air and a tiger coming out of its hole. It arrived in front of Ji Nineteen at lightning speed.

"You!"

As soon as Ji Nineteen heard Ji Dong's words, Leng Feng had already closed in on her.

By the time he regained his senses, all that was left in front of him was Leng Feng's cold eyes and his terrifying palm.

Bang!1

Ji Nineteen held her chest and kept retreating.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

After a few steps, Ji Nineteen's body unconsciously left the arena.

According to the rules, Leng Feng was the winner of this match.

Ji Nineteen clutched her aching chest and stood there in a daze, her face full of disbelief.

He did not realize that he had been killed in one move.

The guy who had been mocked by him just now had defeated him with a single palm?!

Leng Feng kept his fist and palm and twisted his neck a few times. He thought it was a pity.

In the end, he lacked the Ancient Martial Arts battle experience. Otherwise, he would have been able to knock Ji Nineteen down with a surprise attack.

"Hua -"

The surrounding people quieted down at first, then burst into cheers.

Because they suddenly realized that the battle in front of them wasn't as boring as they had imagined.

From Leng Feng's attack to Ji Nineteen's defeat, although it only took the blink of an eye, it was a wonderful match for everyone!

Especially Leng Feng's Eight Trigram Palm, it made people gasp in admiration.

"Continue! Continue! Continue!"

The enthusiasm of the audience was suddenly stirred up by Leng Feng's palm strike. They kept shouting from the side.

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