He also passed on the boxing skills he learned to Zheng Yang, which means that at this time, the latter's boxing skills, body skills, leg skills, and spear skills are all perfect, without any flaws.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult for these three people to defeat Zheng Yang..."

Wang Ying raised the corners of her mouth.

They have practiced it themselves and know very well how powerful the martial arts taught by their teachers are.

Others learn one move and they can walk around the world and become undefeated at the same level. Zheng Yang now has all the skills in one body and has studied martial arts to the core.

The three people on the stage, even if they were all higher in level than him and some were even half-saints, it would definitely not be that easy to win.

The two people below lamented that Zheng Yang on the stage, with his gun whistling, his punches fierce, and his body movements more like a ghost, making it difficult for people to see clearly.

The three warriors who fought with them were sweating more and more on their heads, and the pressure was also increasing.

"No, if we continue like this, we will definitely lose..." One of the warriors couldn't help shouting.

They are all highly cultivated and have lowered their strength, vision and knowledge. They are more powerful than normal half-saints. At this time, all the methods are used, and the three of them can't take any advantage when they join forces. Even if they are not careful, they will be pierced by a gun.

The feeling of oppression was so strong that I almost collapsed.

The young man in front of him was not very old, but his physical body, vitality, eyesight, and understanding of martial arts were better than theirs, without any flaws.

"Use your special move!" With a roar, another warrior roared out the weapon in his hand, and the thick zhenqi formed a huge curtain in the air, like a huge wave, covering Zheng Yang

Inside.

The other one saw him using all his strength and was not far behind. The weapon in his palm shot out quickly. In an instant, the sky and the earth seemed to change color. The light of the weapon shone with a dazzling blue light, as if it had stabbed a hole in the sky.

It flew towards Zheng Yang.

"And me!" The third warrior knocked down the giant hammer in his hand, and a huge pot lid seemed to appear above the high platform, covering the surrounding areas, making it impossible to hear or see.

The three of them joined forces to attack, defend and imprison, and Zheng Yang immediately fell into an unprecedented crisis.

"Oops, they have exerted their maximum power at each level. I'm afraid Zheng Yang can't hold on anymore..."

Elder Mi and others turned pale.

They might not be able to hold on to even one move. It's already very difficult for this boy, who is only sixteen or seventeen years old, to be able to hold on until now...

But, can this current crisis continue?

Everyone raised their hearts to their throats.
Chapter completed!