Chapter 18
At this moment, the oncoming fist wind made Zhuang Bufan's lips pursed tightly.
Is there any way he can solve it?
The Routian Fist was deployed. This time, Zhuang Bufan did not rush to cater to the Bili Fist, but turned his head to attack his arm.
Yes, this time he is going to take action first.
But Zhuang Youwei is strong, and the fist wind of the Beili Fist is too fast, so he was hit in the chest without any time to react.
However, Zhuang Bufan hit Zhuang Youwei's elbow, causing Zhuang Youwei's arm to make a creaking and breaking sound.
This pain immediately made Zhuang Youwei's forehead feel cold sweat.
The other Zhuang Bufan was not feeling uncomfortable, and a piece of his chest was deeply sunken, which was the result of Zhuang Youwei's Bili Fist.
The two of them set apart, and Zhuang Bufan squatted down and raised his head to look at Zhuang Youwei. At this time, Zhuang Youwei's arm was broken, which was extremely painful for him.
Both of them suffered losses, which was impossible before.
In the past, Zhuang Bufan's strength crushed Zhuang Youwei, making Zhuang Youwei a realm, but he could not exert it.
Now, the gap is slowly narrowing, maybe... One day in the future, when Zhuang Youwei breaks through the Martial Arts Realm and comes to the Martial Arts Realm, when he looks back at his behavior, he will definitely sneer and say, "I am really stupid. I will compete with a useless person who has been wandering in the Third Heaven of Martial Arts Realm for so many years. Now I am full of strength. When dealing with Zhuang Bufan, it is like playing with an ant."
At this time, the strong wind came, making everyone squint their eyes involuntarily and avoid the attack of the strong wind.
Zhuang Bufan on the martial arts competition stage moved, and this is the best time for him to win. With the existence of the wind, he can use that kind of martial art.
"Tornado Legs." Zhuang Bufan shouted.
I saw his whole body floating in the air, and with the speed of the wind, he kept lifting his legs, getting faster and faster...
It was almost dazzled and kicked towards Zhuang Youwei.
Unexpectedly, Zhuang Bufan would use such a trick, which Zhuang Youwei had never thought about.
For a moment, Zhuang Youwei, who was stunned, was kicked off the competition stage. After a strong gust of wind, only the lonely figure of Zhuang Bufan was left on the stage.
Zhuang Youwei was kicked to the ground like that last time, which made Zhuang Youwei unable to accept it for a while.
Everyone saw this scene in the strong wind and couldn't help but sigh that Zhuang Bufan's strength was still quite strong.
Zhuang Youwei failed again. The young man who had fought with Zhuang Bufan for five or six years did not disappoint everyone's disappointment with him again.
He became a loser as he wished.
Everyone looked at him with sympathy.
Zhuang Youwei, who was on the ground, looked at the handsome young man on the stage. He looked at him in disbelief, as if he had just experienced a dream.
Originally, he had a great advantage and thought that the idea of defeating Zhuang Bufan was very strong.
However, fate seemed to have played a joke on him, making him dejected.
This was not enough. Zhuang Bufan got off the stage. Looking at Zhuang Youwei, he said coldly, "You should give me the spirit stone."
Faced with this, Zhuang Youwei bit his lip, as if someone was strangling his neck with his hands, making him unable to spit out anything.
At this time, someone came, more than one person came, and there were a lot of people.
It was all the elders and patriarchs who came.
As Zhuang Bufan's father Zhuang Bi saw this scene and felt relieved. He secretly praised his son, "It's really powerful to defeat Zhuang Youwei, who is only at the third level of the martial arts master, who is at the tenth level of the martial arts master," said Zhuang Youwei, who is at the tenth level of the martial arts master.
However, when I think of this son still killing a warrior-level monster in the endless forest, I feel relieved.
All of this was seen by everyone, and I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. It turns out that the tiger father has no dog son.
On the other side, the second elder Zhuangliu saw Zhuang Youwei lying on the ground, and his heart trembled.
His dear grandson, who had clearly broken through the Ninth Heaven of the Martial Master and had the strength of the Tenth Heaven of the Martial Master, was still beaten by Zhuang Bufan and stepped off the stage and fell on a stone slab filled with soil, and was depressed.
He rushed to his dear grandson Zhuang Youwei, helped him up, and cared for him, "Sunny, how are you doing? Are you injured?"
"Yes, I was seriously injured."
Zhuang Youwei was sobbing and covered his elbow, saying to his grandfather, the second elder.
The second elder with sharp eyes saw Zhuang Youwei's elbow folding out, obviously there was something wrong.
To him, this was angering, as if he was taken by a strange thought. His eyes looked at Zhuang Bufan, full of resentment.
"What do you mean?"
The second elder questioned Zhuang Bufan, as if he was worried about this.
"What does it mean?" Zhuang Bufan turned his head to look at him and said to him, "I have no intention. What I want to say is that fighting will hurt on the martial arts stage. This is inevitable, and I have suffered a little injury."
As he said that, Zhuang Bufan covered his slightly collapsed chest and endured the pain and said it.
The second elder saw this and did not agree. To him, his grandson's body could not be damaged at all.
And will he care about Zhuang Bufan's body?
"But you made my grandson suffer."
The second elder stared at Zhuang Bufan and said, wishing he could bite his flesh clean.
"Pain? It is indeed a painful thing. But isn't my son suffering?"
At this time, Zhuang Bi, who was standing beside him, stood up. 0. He tore off Zhuang Bufan's clothes and exposed Zhuang Bufan's chest. He saw signs of sunkenness on him and bruises appeared, which looked very terrifying.
The two of them were stunned when they looked at these things and did not speak.
However, at this time, Zhuang Youwei stood up and said to the second elder next to him, "Grandpa, untie my top and let everyone see my arms."
As he said that, the second elder pulled his shirt open without hesitation, allowing Zhuang Youwei to reveal his strong chest and thick arms.
There were already large bruises on the elbows, and the bones were cruelly pulled, which looked very terrifying.
Seeing these, everyone took a breath. Thinking of this comparison, Zhuang Youwei was even more injured.
The two of them were in a miserable state on the martial arts competition stage, and at this time, Zhuang Bufan stood up, brushed off his father's hand, and put on his top.
He also stared at Zhuang Bi with complaint, as if he was blaming him for tearing his shirt without his consent.
He slowly spoke, "These wounds are not worth revealing. For me, the battle will naturally be injured. Since we promised each other to distinguish between the high and low, don't care how serious the injury is. Should we just talk verbally and not take action during the battle? This is too funny and an unrealistic delusion."
After saying that, without waiting for everyone to respond, Zhuang Bufan hurriedly stepped down and left the competition venue. He had more important things to do.
We must practice in seclusion for tomorrow's Dragon Pool to reach the peak of our body.
However, his words surprised everyone and shouted, "Yes, why pay attention to this? It's not a big deal to break your elbow. Just rely on external application of medicine and it will be cured in a few days."
"That's right, what's wrong with fussing? It doesn't matter if a man endures some pain. He doesn't force you to take poison, why are you sad?"
"Although Zhuang Bufan has a stinky face on weekdays, he still listens to what he says at critical moments. I like such a straightforward boy."
Faced with these, the second elder no longer asked about the wound, but shook his arm and left the place with Zhuang Youwei.
Seeing that the parties involved left one by one, everyone had no idea of watching the show and left here one by one.
Soon, no one appeared here again, and many of them were suddenly empty.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!