My space becomes the world

"Is his endurance so strong? How did he cultivate it? Doesn't he have any weaknesses?" A young man on the viewing platform said sourly.

The friend next to him laughed loudly after hearing this: "You want to improve your endurance, so you can show off your talents in Chun Nuan Pavilion."

"Rolling, rolling, rolling!" The young man who was told what he was thinking by his friend made him blush.

Chu Xinghe shook his head slightly: "No, I don't consume much, so I don't need to rest."

This made Yan Qingqing so angry that she shouted loudly from behind, "Big Ben, give it to your aunt and I'll beat him hard."

Chu Xinghe looked at Yan Qingqing without knowing why. He didn't know where he had offended her, "Maybe he was unwilling to lose."

After receiving the order from his third sister, Pan Zhong patted his chest and promised, "Leave it to my second brother."

After saying that, he stopped talking nonsense, raised his fist as big as a casserole, and smashed the head of his pocket. Panzhong is 2.5 meters tall and looks like a falling iron tower when attacking.

Chu Xinghe did not attack as he wished, but relied on his dexterous movement to easily avoid it. He will not stick to a routine, using his own shortcomings to attack the other's strengths. This is no different from a fool.

Tossing and turning, he kept launching counterattacks. Specializing in attacking Pan Zhong's ribs, Chu Xinghe's inner thighs received special care.

Pan Zhong's speed was obviously not enough in front of Chu Xinghe, so in the end he simply gave up punching frequently and focused on defensive counterattacks.

Yan Qingqing cursed secretly, cunning. He rolled his eyes and used the aggressive method: "What are Wan He hiding from? Where is the bravery in the battle with my brother just now? Are you afraid?"

Chu Xinghe ignored her provocation. How could he not see this little trick?

Pan Zhong was also depressed: "Wan He, you are hiding here and there, it's so uncomfortable. It only feels good to punch to the flesh." He didn't have any bad intentions, he didn't like this kind of fighting at all.

Someone on the viewing platform couldn't help but laugh: "Haha, Wan He is so fast, can't he use it? Why don't we let Di Feng throw the spell-breaking knife and try to compete with the Wu family?"

Di Feng was calm and unaffected, but Yan Qingqing's face turned red and she was speechless for a moment.

Just when everyone thought that Chu Xinghe would slowly grind down in this way. However, Chu Xinghe stopped his attack and said to Pan Zhong: "You four brothers and sisters have not besieged me, so I will agree to your request and fight you head-on."

"Idiot, you are really an idiot. You can't figure it out. Wouldn't it be better to slowly grind Pan Zhong to death?"

"I think you are the fool. Pan Zhong's defense is invincible, and "Arhat Crashes the Bell" has not been used. Instead of consuming your own strength, it is better to have a head-on showdown."

Zhou Li commented: "Everything Wan He did was in vain. He couldn't break the "Arhat Chong Tian Zhong". The final champion must be Pan Zhong." He was very confident in Pan Zhong.

The dragon appeared behind Chu Xinghe, and its roar echoed throughout the arena.

Panzhong laughed loudly: "That's right, let me test whether your Dharma image is strong enough."

As they spoke, the two of them rushed together, raised their fists at the same time, and struck each other. Between the collision of the two fists, an invisible wave of air surged out, causing the hair of Di Feng and the others to fly in the distance.

Neither of them stepped back.

Pan Zhong grinned and asked, "I used five points of force, what about you?"

Chu Xinghe smiled slightly: "It's also five points."

"Okay, come again." After saying that, they both jumped back and charged again, still touching each other with their fists.

"Bang..." The two of them flew backwards in the direction they came from, and fell to the ground at the same time.

"Happy, happy, come again!" Pan Zhong shouted as he stood up and rushed towards Chu Xinghe, who did not waste any time. Soon the two were fighting hand to hand.

You punch me, I kick you, without trying to dodge at all. This kind of battle has no entertainment value, but it can arouse the passion in people's hearts. There were constant shouts on the viewing platform, and the sound was so loud that it seemed to break through the world.

The two fighting men turned a deaf ear to this, only looking at the opponent in front of them, and kept pumping their fists.

The two fought for two hundred rounds, and both were bruised and bruised, but there was no winner.

Di Feng, Thirteen, and Yan Qingqing were completely shocked. They knew Pan Zhong very well. The technique Pan Zhong practiced was to increase defense. He practiced very hard and experienced hardships that ordinary people could not imagine. Although the "Arhat's Sky Clock" is not used, this clock can also passively increase defense power.

"What kind of monster is Wan He? How did he cultivate? He must have the most protective treasure given by Wanbao Pavilion." Yan Qingqing said with certainty.

How could she know that Chu Xinghe was practicing the "Secret Technique of Locking Qi and Body Refining" that body refiners dream of, and that spiritual energy nourished his body all the time. The longer you practice it, the more you will be able to realize the benefits of this technique.

"Let's decide the winner." Chu Xinghe wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stretched his right arm. The shadow of the dragon behind him slowly shrank and solidified. Slowly wrapped around his arm.

Pan Zhong found that Chu Xinghe's momentum on the opposite side had changed. It no longer spread outwards, but instead gathered inwardly. Pan Zhong looked solemn and patted his chest, and the melodious bell sounded. The ancient bell shadow enveloped him.

"Arhat Crashes the Sky Bell" appeared, and Zhou Li was a little excited.

"Wan He, come on, let me see if you can break my Sky-Breaking Bell." Pan Zhong braced himself, his eyes full of excitement.

"As you wish," Chu Xinghe roared and rushed towards Pan Zhong.

Chu Xinghe flew out like a cannonball, and his right arm wrapped around the dragon hit the bell shadow of the "Arhat Chongtian Bell".

The "tiger climbing the mountain hard" is exactly this move that broke the ice wall of Thirteen's defense.

The two people flew out at extremely fast speeds and hit the protective cover of the arena, causing the protective cover to shake violently.

"Boom!"

At this time, the thundering bell rang. The people in the stands felt fine, but Di Feng and the other two were unlucky. The huge sound made the three of them feel like they had been hit on the head with a stick, and they quickly covered their ears.

Qin Jian played magic tricks repeatedly to stabilize the protective shield.

Looking at the two people fighting again, they all vomited blood and fell to the ground.

There was a look of disbelief in Zhou Li's eyes, because all the powerful bosses present had captured the battle scene.

Both Fa Xiang and Zhong Ying exploded in the collision, and the outcome has been difficult to determine. The entire arena was eerily quiet. Hong Lin even held his breath, waiting for the next scene to appear.

Moved, both of them moved. Chu Xinghe and Pan Zhong stood up slowly, wiped the blood from their mouths, and looked at each other. Walking towards the field in tacit understanding.

Chu Xinghe's steps were firm, and the dragon figures behind him slowly gathered together. Although they were already very illusory, they still held up their heads proudly.

Pan Zhong also wanted to reunite with Zhong Ying, but failed. He sat down on the ground, rubbed his aching chest, and said regretfully to Di Feng and the others: "I lost."