I have a little bit of talent

Mu Qianqiu stood still, looking at Fang Zheng as if he were a dead person.

He did not attack again, but used his soul to mobilize the domain. The raindrops that were originally falling vertically changed their direction in the domain and went straight to Fang Zheng. Moreover, the speed was extremely fast, and thousands of raindrops were like countless sharp needles, piercing through the air and whistling.

Fang Zheng couldn't resist and could only dodge again.

But the rain seemed to have recognized Fang Zheng and changed direction, still shooting towards him.

After repeating this several times, Fang Zheng was finally injured. A drop of rain passed through Fang Zheng's left shoulder before he could dodge it completely, easily breaking through his protective qi and leaving a cut. Blood immediately flowed out.

Fang Zheng was extremely anxious. Although his family footwork could barely break the restraints of this field, it was just a temporary solution. Once he stopped, he would be suppressed by the field and unable to move at all. He would be like being pierced by thousands of arrows!

However, continuously using footwork consumes a lot of energy, and Fang Zheng cannot maintain it for long with his current level of cultivation.

This seems to be a vicious circle. If I stop, I will be killed by the rain. If I don’t stop, I will probably die of exhaustion!

Mu Qianqiu looked very good at this time. He looked at Fang Zheng's body rising and falling, with a trace of blood emitting from his body from time to time, as if he was watching a monkey show.

"Run, keep running, let's see how long you can run!"

Fang Zheng was using all his strength to perform his footwork at this moment. Although he had some injuries on his body, his heart was as calm as a peaceful lake.

His soul was concentrating on sensing the rain coming from all around him, and his steps seemed to be lighter as he kept moving.

The scene of Fang Lu practicing boxing suddenly appeared in his mind. Fang Lu was very patient when teaching him boxing, and he taught him one move at a time. In his mind, Fang Lu's simple movements gradually became clearer.

An inexplicable feeling rose in my mind, it seemed very familiar, yet very strange!

Fang Zheng couldn't help but stop and started practicing boxing, imitating Fang Lu's boxing movements in his mind.

"Zhongzheng boxing, gathers the qi and blood of the whole body into one, controls it with the primordial spirit, and treats it as a Dharma image!

"Zheng'er, why don't you wake up!"

Following Fang Lu's roar in his mind, Fang Zheng suddenly came back to his senses, and saw thousands of raindrops coming at him like sharp swords.

Facing this sharp sword that could break the inner energy, Fang Zheng smiled and performed his family's Zhongzheng Fist.

A punch was thrown out lightly, without any trace of fireworks.

Mu Qianqiu, who had been watching Fang Zheng swinging his fist with a smile on his face, suddenly became extremely ugly.

As Fang Zheng threw a punch, a hazy light green figure emerged from his body. It was about ten feet tall and seemed to be dressed as a scholar. His face was blurry and he also threw a punch along with Fang Zheng's movement.

The countless raindrops were scattered all over the ground by this blow, and the force that could have broken the internal energy seemed so insignificant.

Fang Zhengzhi felt that he was in high spirits and full of energy at this moment, his soul was extremely clear, and he could feel the fluctuations of all the energy, blood and strength in his body and be in harmony with them.

"Spiritual form! What a Fang Zheng, what a Fang Lu!"

Mu Qianqiu's mood went up and down several times, and the look he gave Fang Zheng was no longer joking as before, but he regarded him as a real opponent.

"The headmaster has devoted all his energy and efforts for many years, and even used human alchemy to achieve the Dharma image.

"It doesn't seem that difficult. The students learned it after just one look!"

Fang Zheng's words were truly heartbreaking.

Mu Qianqiu's face darkened even more. When he thought about how he had to do so many things and needed external help to achieve his goals, and now Fang Zheng had done it easily, he felt so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood!

"You still can't escape death even though you have just completed the Dharma."

Mu Qianqiu moved his body for the first time tonight, and used his Dharma image to pounce towards Fang Zheng. He stretched out a pair of palms and covered Fang Zheng's body.

"Well done!"

Fang Zheng's Dharma form had just been completed, and he was just about to try it on Mu Qianqiu. He laughed loudly and used the Zhongzheng boxing technique again.

On the top of the second mountain of the academy, the two men kept fighting, and the two statues, one black and one green, one big and one small, collided continuously. The power was beyond imagination. The whole second mountain was shaking. If it were not for the protection of the formation in the academy, the whole mountain would have been shattered by the aftermath of the fight between the two men.

Even so, there was not a single intact stone on the entire mountaintop as all had been shattered into powder by the impact of the Gangqi Dharma.

However, in just a few dozen breaths, the two of them exchanged moves back and forth for hundreds of rounds.

After all, Fang Zheng's cultivation was still lacking, and he was gradually losing to his opponent. Cracks began to appear on the blue image of the Confucian scholar.

But Mu Qianqiu was not having an easy time at this moment. He felt that Fang Zheng's strange footwork was able to break the realm, and his boxing style was also extremely difficult to deal with. Not only was the power of each strike far beyond that of ordinary people, but there was also a force that seemed to be all-pervasive, drilling straight through the part of the body that was in contact with each other, trying to attack his internal organs.

If Mu Qianqiu had not been prepared, he would have been seriously injured.

"If we don't kill Fang Zheng today, it will be even harder in the future!"

Mu Qianqiu gritted his teeth and attacked with all his strength, determined to kill Fang Zheng, his greatest threat, right here.

Although Fang Zheng was already showing signs of defeat, he still had a smile on his face and punched forward.

"Oh no, this guy is stalling for time!"

Seeing Fang Zheng’s smile, Mu Qianqiu certainly wouldn’t think that he was happy because he was about to lose.

The only possibility is that someone else is coming!

But who else could come at this time? It was impossible for Fang Lu to come. He asked Dao to defend the formation. There was no chief of the third mountain at this time.

While Mu Qianqiu was thinking, his attack became three times faster, making Fang Zheng overwhelmed. During the collision, the cracks on the Dharma image increased a little more.

Mu Qianqiu was overjoyed and was about to intensify his attack to kill Fang Zheng.

At this moment, a strong fist force as hard as steel came from behind him, as if it had been tempered for thousands of years.

"Han Tieyi, you're here too!"

It was too late to dodge at this time, so Mu Qianqiu had to retract his attack, retract his hands, and use his soul's Dharma image to protect his body. The blood-red Dharma image protected his entire body and blocked the iron fist that shocked the world.

I saw a fist hitting the blood-red Dharma image directly. The Dharma image suddenly trembled, and cracks visible to the naked eye appeared, and then it shattered like broken glass.

The fist's remaining force was still there, and it landed on Mu Qianqiu's back with no loss of momentum.

After this blow, Mu Qianqiu could no longer control his body. He flew forward for more than ten meters before he stood up and turned around, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His face was as pale as gold paper, and he stared at the person who punched him.

Han Tieyi stood expressionlessly in his original position, still punching, sweating profusely, with heat rising from his entire body, as if he were in a sauna. He did not stop the rain from falling on his body, letting it wet his clothes.

"Great Iron Fist! I didn't expect that the master of the Iron Fist Sect would actually do such a sneak attack!"

Mu Qianqiu coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and his complexion recovered a little, but his expression was extremely lonely.

Han Tieyi slowly put away his fist and stood up, looking at Mu Qianqiu with complicated eyes.

"You are really amazing, if I hadn't been distracted by Fang Zheng, I would have had a hard time achieving success.

"I have already used all my strength in this punch. Your internal organs are shattered and your bones are broken. Yet you are still able to stand and talk. This is incredible, incredible."

It turned out that Han Tieyi had just used all his soul and physical energy to unleash a punch that was based on his lifelong cultivation. However, at this moment, the thieves were gone and even the rain could not be stopped, so it could only fall.

Only Han Tieyi in the world can perform such a powerful and fearless boxing style!