Chapter 1191

The aura of Pang Ning on the opposite side couldn't be seen how thick, and the figure was not very strong, and there was a gloomy aura all over his body. If he encountered it outside, he might be regarded as a poor scholar.

It's ridiculous that such a character dared to pretend to be deep in front of him!

Although he didn't use his full strength with this palm, he also used seven or eight points of spiritual power. If the opponent's strength is really as he guessed, only one palm would be enough to shake him out of the ring.

boom!

Amid the dull loud noise, two giant blue palms swept across the air, and slammed on Pang Ning solidly.

"Hmph, it's useless to play mystery, only strength is the root, I see a lot of people like you who pretend to be deep..."

As the spiritual power dissipated, Ge Tiebing's voice stopped abruptly!

Seeing the scene in front of him, the corners of his eyes twitched and his face became a little ugly!

"How... how is it possible?"

Pang Ning, who was on the opposite side, took the two palms of his life. He stood still and didn't move. Not only could he not see any signs of injury, but even his robes were not damaged in the slightest!

"Hi! What's the situation?"

"Senior Brother Ge's two palms are very powerful. This Pang Ning was actually blocked. Is he really not injured?"

"How is it possible? I think he has suffered a serious internal injury, I guess he can't even speak!"

There were speculations in front of the ring, and everyone looked at Pang Ning and talked, with doubts and different expressions.

After a short silence, Pang Ning suddenly spoke!

"There are two more tricks!"

"What?" Ge Tiebing was startled when he heard the words, feeling baffled.

What two tricks and three tricks?

He didn't understand what the other party meant.

"You can make three moves first, and even if the test is over if you beat me, if it doesn't work, you can replace me." Pang Ning said lightly.

Ge Tiebing's mouth twitched, and his face turned pale.

The opponent's posture, as if a senior master was teaching a junior to practice, it was simply unbearable for him.

They are all inner disciples. What qualifications does he have to do? What is his confidence to be so rude?

"Unreasonable! Listening to your tone, it seems like I won't have a chance after three moves?"

Pang Ning didn't speak, but lowered his head slightly, expressing agreement.

"You..." Ge Tiebing's face sank, greatly annoyed.

"Pang Ning, don't think you're great if you pretend to be mysterious. I'm telling you, the rules of martial arts are not determined by you. If you say two or three tricks, it doesn't count! But since you said that, I, Ge Tiebing Lift you down the ring within three moves, let everyone know who is the strong one!"

"Let's do it." Pang Jingjing listened to the other side's words without being annoyed, but just spoke lightly, as if there was no mood swing at all.

This reaction made Ge Tiebing's heart boring. The words just now seemed to have hit the air with a punch, and it felt very uncomfortable.

"Huh! Don't play tricks here, let you know my strength now!"

Ge Tiebing took a deep breath and shot angrily, but this time he no longer used his fists, but slammed two iron fists with spiritual power in both hands and slammed out.

Boom!

With a violent shock around the ring of his shot, the tyrannical spiritual power fluctuations suddenly swayed, spreading up and down with his fist as the center, as if a translucent cyan light curtain was born out of thin air, it looked very spectacular!

Only in an instant, the two shadows of fist broke through the air, blasting on Pang Ning without delay.

"Huh?" At the moment when the shadow of the fist fell, Jiang Tian's eyes brightened, and the different colors in his eyes flashed away, as if he found a trace of weirdness.

The reactions of the spectators in front of the ring are quite different!

"hiss!"

"It's over!"

"If you don't have the strength, you have to pretend, this is the end!"

There was an exclamation around the ring, and everyone even felt pain for Pang Ning.

Such a terrible blow hit the body, even if his strength is stronger than the opponent, it will definitely not have any good results.

After all, passive tolerance and active confrontation are basically two different things. Under the premise of similar cultivation levels, neither the strong nor the weak dare to be so big.

One can imagine how tragic the ending of Pang Ning will be.

However, as the blue light dissipated, the roar gradually declined, and everyone was shocked again!

"Hi! How is it possible?"

"He actually... still didn't move a step!"

"Too exaggerated?"

Everyone was shocked, their faces changed, and the corners of their eyes jumped wildly.

Pang Ning still stood on the spot, his feet did not move in the next step, but his clothes were light and there was no damage.

"This...this is impossible!" Ge Tiebing took a deep breath, his face turned very ugly.

He wasn't very surprised that he couldn't hurt the opponent the first time, after all, he didn't use his full strength, but this time it was completely different. He had already mobilized all his spiritual power, and what he had used was a master technique.

The other party is really not injured?

This thought flashed in his mind, and Ge Tiebing couldn't help but his eyes twitched, and his heart froze!

Although he was unwilling to accept, Pang Ning's breath did not fluctuate significantly, and it was still the same as before.

"It's unreasonable! The arena competition is based on learning and learning. Ge did not want to use too strong means, but since you are so big, don't blame me for being rude!"

Ge Tiebing's face flushed from shame and anger, and he shouted angrily, stimulating blood and spiritual power without any reservation, his whole body aura suddenly soared, and the coercion exuded was nearly twice as high as before!

A burst of cold breath sounded around the ring, everyone was shocked and surprised by his strength.

After a long time of trouble, he just won nine consecutive games without exerting his full strength, and he even retained nearly half of his strength!

Seeing this scene, the several disciples who had previously lost to him couldn't help but look gloomy, shaking their heads and sighing bitterly.

"Hehe, we are not unjustly defeated!"

"Unexpectedly, Ge Tiebing is so strong!"

"Fortunately, he didn't use his full strength, otherwise we won't just lose out!"

Several shook their heads and smiled bitterly. They were afraid for a while. If Ge Tiebing resorted to such methods at that time, they would not be able to escape the ending of being seriously injured.

When everyone was fortunate, they couldn't help feeling very pessimistic about Pang Ning, thinking that he must be unlucky.

But this is not to blame for others, because he is too big and self-righteous. Of course, such a person will have to learn some lessons to be honest.

Boom!

When everyone was distracted, Ge Tiebing made an all-out effort!

The violent roar resounded all around, and even caused some of the colleagues in the nearby arena who were fighting against each other to shock, and subconsciously stopped watching.

"Pang Ning, roll me off the ring!"

An angry roar rose to the sky, with a manic breath.

At the same time, four successive cyan fist shadows burst out of the air, and glare burst out between the five fingers that were tightly held like a huge pillar, shaking the void and trembling more than rumbling!

Rumble!

The violent roar and dazzling aura instantly flooded Pang Ning, so that the deacon disciples beside the ring twitched, frowned and sighed and shook his head slowly, subconsciously feeling that Ge Tiebing's shot was too heavy!