At the beginning, he crossed over to become the cannon fodder villain's father

"Qing Shui, this is the head disciple of the Kongtong Sect, and he will be the head of the Kongtong Sect in the future. His strength is impressive, so you can't take it lightly!" Before going up, the host warned.

Zhao Chengfeng nodded. Naturally, he could see that the young man on the stage was very strong, and the aura exuding from his body was different.

Afterwards, Zhao Chengfeng went up.

"Mr. Zhao, I am Wang Chuanming of the Kongtong School, please give me your advice!" The other party said to Zhao Chengfeng, clasping his fists.

Zhao Chengfeng also clasped his fists in response.

"Zhao Chengfeng, an outer disciple of the Shaolin School, please advise!"

Then, the contest between the two began.

As soon as he came up, Wang Chuanming's attack was very sharp and fierce, as if he wanted to defeat the enemy with one move.

It can be seen that this guy's basic skills are very solid. Coupled with the Kongtong faction's unique skill of Eighteen Arhats, it has brought a lot of offensive pressure to Zhao Chengfeng, making him only defensive for the time being.

In this kind of martial arts competition, Zhao Chengfeng's Bending Thunder Fist and Flying God Leg can no longer be used. After all, these are not the unique skills of the Shaolin School. Once they are used, they will probably be gossiped.

Therefore, Zhao Chengfeng could only use Shaolin martial arts to fight Wang Chuanming.

"Haha, Mr. Zhao, it's really cool to fight against you!" Wang Chuanming obviously enjoyed the fight, and laughed.

"Oh? Really? Then I have to exert my strength!" Zhao Chengfeng also said with a smile.

Afterwards, he took a step back and pulled away, adjusted his position, and charged forward with a stride.

Although Zhao Chengfeng has never practiced martial arts, his physical fitness is very good because of his system.

In the world of martial arts, this means that one's inner strength is strong.

He rushed to Wang Chuanming's side, and with a vajra fist, he directly knocked him back.

"Haha, what's the matter, is my punch still good?" Zhao Chengfeng didn't forget to ask.

Wang Chuanming staggered and took two steps back, and barely stabilized his footsteps with his feet. He couldn't help showing a surprised expression on his face, because the force of Zhao Chengfeng's punch just now was too great.

"Hehe, it looks like I'm going to use my unique skill too!"

"Today, I will show you the supreme technique of our Kongtong sect, Shenquan!"

I saw Wang Chuanming let out a loud shout, his whole body soaring.

Then, he jumped and kicked Zhao Chengfeng in the air.

Zhao Chengfeng was stunned for a moment, didn't he mean magic fist?How do you use your feet?
But in the next second, he realized that this flying kick was just a false move. Wang Chuanming just used this flying kick in the air to take advantage of it, and then rose into the air again, a punch that fell from the sky, and attacked Zhao Chengfeng's face. Come.

"Okay, then I won't keep anything anymore!"

"Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand!"

Zhao Chengfeng saw the timing, grabbed Wang Chuanming's wrist, and avoided the punch with one side.

Then the other hand formed a fist, another Vajra Fist, and hit Wang Chuanming.

But at the last second, he stopped, because his fist was only a finger away from Wang Chuanming's face. If he didn't stop, the consequences could be imagined.

This kind of martial arts competition is just to the point, there is no need to make a dead hand.

Wang Chuanming nodded.

"I lost! Mr. Zhao, you are really strong, I am willing to bow down!" He clenched his fist at Zhao Chengfeng, and then retreated.

Everyone couldn't help applauding, the battle just now was really wonderful.

On the other hand, Zhao Chengfeng stood on the stage, clasping his fists at everyone.

"I don't know who else wants to come up, just come!"

Since today is the start of the challenge, he will simply refuse to come and see how far his own strength has reached, so that he can have a deeper understanding of himself.

"I come!"

As soon as Zhao Chengfeng finished speaking, a Wudang disciple in a robe jumped onto the ring.

"Wudang disciple, Zhang Yifeng, Mr. Zhao please give me some advice!"

Before Zhao Chengfeng came in the morning, he already knew the names of the heirs of these sects from the host.

So when I heard Zhang Yifeng's name, I also knew that he was Wudang's next successor, and it seemed that his strength should not be underestimated.

"Okay, please!" Zhao Chengfeng stretched out his hand to signal the opponent to make a move.

Wudang is famous for its swordsmanship and boxing skills, but this Yifeng came up without a sword, and it seemed that he wanted to compete with Zhao Chengfeng in boxing skills.

I saw him slowly open his legs, making a Tai Chi posture.

This is not Tai Chi practiced by old men and ladies in the park, Zhao Chengfeng naturally did not neglect.

In fact, what Taijiquan emphasizes is to use softness to overcome rigidity, so under normal circumstances, like Shaolin's vigorous boxing style, it is generally restrained by these.

But Zhao Chengfeng is going to do the opposite today and use masculine fists to deal with him.

The two sides fought back and forth.

It has to be said that Tai Chi's four or two strokes of a thousand catties are indeed very ingenious, and every punch of Zhao Chengfeng will be well resolved by Zhang Yifeng.

"Hehe, Mr. Zhao, is it okay for me to pull a thousand catties?"

"Haha, that's pretty good!" Zhao Chengfeng also said with a smile.

"But I just don't know if you can move it down there!"

As Zhao Chengfeng said, he punched a Vajra Fist.

And Zhang Yifeng naturally took advantage of Taiji's pull, grabbed Zhao Chengfeng's hand, and wanted to defuse this wave of attacks.

But he didn't expect the corner of Zhao Chengfeng's mouth to rise slightly, as if all this was under his control.

I saw his hand that was held by Zhang Yifeng suddenly exerted force, and with an overlord elbow, he broke free from Zhang Yifeng's hand.

Then this punch went on a rampage, hitting Zhang Yifeng's chest.

Zhang Yifeng naturally had no way to parry.

In the end, Zhao Chengfeng immediately withdrew his own strength, so Zhang Yifeng was not fatally injured.

However, Zhang Yifeng was also directly sent flying by this punch.

Zhao Chengfeng won.

There was warm applause again on the field.

"Master, you disciples from the outer sect of Shaolin Temple are really strong!"

"That's right, this young man has profound internal skills, solid basic skills, and strong reflexes. He is a formidable young man!"

Around the host, the heads of several sects all spoke highly of Zhao Chengfeng.

The host also had a smile on his face, very happy.

Afterwards, several people went up to challenge Zhao Chengfeng, but they were all knocked down by him.

Through this martial arts competition, Zhao Chengfeng also successfully realized his current strength, which is indeed much stronger than before.

"Oh, my God, is he really an outer disciple? This is too strong!"

"Yes, this Shaolin Temple is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger!"