Chen Yang is not afraid of him in his fist and foot skills.

He practices the word "Shan" every day, and the Hundred Fist has already entered the classroom.

He really doesn't believe that he can't beat this man.

"It's probably because I want to delay time." said a disciple of the Immortal Sect.

Others nodded in agreement.

They can't think of any other reason other than delaying time.

Do you not use Taoist talismans and talismans, but only rely on boxing and kicking skills to compete with the disciples of the Bashan Sect?

In the audience, no one dared to say that he could surpass the other party in fist and foot skills except those who were a casual cultivator and a few disciples of the Immortal Sect.

If you have a specialized career, you are taking the path of hard-core kung fu. How can you compare?

It's not comparable at all.

But no one noticed that Nanya looked not very good-looking.

Others don’t know Chen Yang, but Nanya has fought with Chen Yang.

That time in the Tianshi Mansion, the two had a brief physical contact.

He still remembers Chen Yang's strong fist power vividly.

Even if you ignore the Tao and don’t talk about it, Chen Yang is extremely strong based on his fists and feet alone.

He thought to himself that he was just strong and his kung fu might be average.

"The sword has no eyes. If you lose, you can give in to me."

The middle-aged man said.

Chen Yang did not talk nonsense, and casually recalled the string of divine generals who were still chasing the middle-aged junior brother and put them in his sleeve.
Chapter completed!