Chapter 2803: No experience

Seeing the young man so confident, Zhang Yifeng just smiled lightly without replying, leaping up and stepping on the ring.
After stepping onto the ring, Zhang Yifeng hooked his finger at the young man who was still standing under the ring.
Seeing Zhang Yifeng's provocative action, the youth's eyebrows gradually became cold, and he leaped onto the competition stage with a stride.
"Tsk tusk, looking at you like this, it's estimated that no one can come out to act as a referee."
The young man snorted coldly, his words fell, and the dog legs standing below suddenly walked out of one person and went up to the martial arts stage.
Zhang Yifeng learned from the previous pamphlet that both parties on the competition stage need a referee to be responsible for the fairness of the competition.
Zhang Yifeng didn't have a friend in Mingyuezong when he first arrived, so he could only find someone on the spot to help.
Just as Zhang Yifeng was wondering if he would randomly order a crowd of monks to help him, a voice came from the crowd.
Zhang Yifeng looked up and saw a figure raising his hands and rushing out of the crowd, and came to the stage of the competition with a smile on his face.
Seeing the honest smile of the visitor, Zhang Yifeng raised his brows. The visitor was the Mingyuezong disciple named Wang Meng that Zhang Yifeng had seen at the Zongmen Material Office.
"Junior Brother Zhang, I will help you, I will help you."
Wang Meng said with a look of excitement, Zhang Yifeng saw that no one besides him was so interested in helping himself, so he simply nodded.
With Zhang Yifeng's approval, Wang Meng hurriedly trot all the way down the stairs to the competition stage and stood beside Zhang Yifeng.
Seeing Wang Meng's pretending to be calm, Zhang Yifeng glanced at the opposite youth indifferently.
The young man also showed a surprised look, and he didn't expect Zhang Yifeng to mix with Wang Meng.
Wang Meng is a good man who is famous in Mingyue Sect, and many people have been blessed by this guy.
When the youth had just entered the Mingyue Sect, they also received a little favor from Wang Meng.
"Brother Wang Meng, you must take care of this matter? If you leave now, thinking of the kindness of the past, I can assume that all this has not happened."
The young man didn't rush to do it, he wanted to persuade this Wang Meng not to take care of this nosy.
"What do you say?"
Unexpectedly, Wang Meng didn't accept his affection at all, but looked at him coldly.
Seeing Wang Meng's resolute attitude, the young man sighed and shook his head and said, "If this is the case, then I can see the real chapter under his hand."
After the young man finished speaking, he motioned to the doglegs beside him to step forward to the center of the competition platform.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Yifeng nodded at Wang Meng, and watched Wang Meng walk up to that dogleg.
According to the rules, after Wang Meng and the dog leg talked for a few words in a low voice, they raised their hands at the same time, indicating that Bidou could be officially opened.
Seeing Bidou officially opened, the youth took the lead and rushed towards Zhang Yifeng like a bolt of lightning.
Looking at the speed of the youth, a clear look flashed in Zhang Yifeng's eyes.
Sure enough, the young man deliberately concealed his speed just now, but this speed was not enough for Zhang Yifeng.
Condensation flashed in his eyes, Zhang Yifeng's figure dodges the blow from the youth like a ghost, and the afterimage that stayed in place slowly dissipated under the attack of the youth.
The next moment, the young man sensed a strong sense of threat coming from behind him, and hurriedly turned around to make a defensive posture.
It's just a long time since he didn't feel the pain of being attacked. When the youth slowly lowered his arms, he was ready to check the opponent's offensive.
A fist followed the gap between the young man's arms and hit the young man's eye socket directly.
Under the pain, the young man also forgot about the tactics, and directly punched out a set of Wangba punches with both fists.
Zhang Yifeng frowned when he saw this. The young man's combat experience was too bad, and he didn't seem to have soared up after all kinds of tempers.
Staring at the youth, Zhang Yifeng accurately seized the opportunity.
The young man's kung fu wielding the king's eighth fist, people have come to the edge of the martial arts stage in a panic.
Zhang Yifeng took advantage of the gap of his arrogant fists, with a palm on his heart, and directly pushed the young man from the martial arts stage.
Otherwise, if the young man throws himself off later, he will be embarrassed.
Seeing the young man fall off the stage, Wang Meng raised his hand with excitement to signal the end of the fight. The dog leg beside Wang Meng put on a Sima face and also raised his hand.
The youth has fallen off the martial arts stage. No matter how much he wants to move, these onlookers are not blind, and do not know that the youth will lose even if they fall off the martial arts stage.
On the youth side, even if he fell off the martial arts stage, he was still waving his own king's fist there, and the onlookers around him frightened and fled away, and the province was hit by the youth's king's fist.
Seeing this, the other doglegs hurried up to stop the young man.
It's just that the youth is now irrespective of the enemy and the enemy, and a few doglegs have been punched all by one, so that the youth can come back to their senses.
Holding his swollen right eye, the young man glanced angrily at Zhang Yifeng on the martial arts stage, and fled in embarrassment surrounded by the dogs.
The fight was over, and the monks who were watching the show all dispersed.
Soon, only Zhang Yifeng and Wang Meng were left at the competition stage.
"Thank you Brother Wang Meng for your help."
Although Wang Meng didn't help much, the basic etiquette still had to be adequate.
"You don't have to be polite, Junior Brother Zhang, it's all Senior Brother should do."
"On the first day you came, you met that guy. It seems to be really unlucky."
Wang Meng shook his head, sighed and said to Zhang Yifeng.
"Brother knows that person?"
"Yes, when he first entered the Mingyue Sect, I also helped him a little bit. But I didn't expect that now he is doing the same thing as the people who oppressed him back then, really."
Wang Meng said with an aggrieved face, but couldn't say what he wanted to say. In the end, he could only turn into a deep sigh.
"Whether in the lower realm or in this immortal realm, there is no shortage of such people. Brother Wang Meng should not blame himself."
Zhang Yifeng arched his hand at Wang Meng and said in a flat tone.
Not everyone can be approachable and kind like Zhang Yifeng.
"Senior brother should still have his own things to do. Senior brother will not bother you."
Wang Meng was unwilling to disturb Zhang Yifeng any more, so he hugged Zhang Yifeng and prepared to turn around and leave.
It was just that Zhang Yifeng hadn't finished asking questions, so he hurriedly stopped Wang Meng.
"Wait, Brother Wang Meng, I still have some questions I want to ask you. Why do I think that the young man just now has very weak combat experience, and it doesn't seem like he has risen from the lower realm?"
"Oh, so Junior Brother wanted to ask this. Actually, the immortal realm is not all the monks who soared up from the lower realm, as well as the monks who grew up in the immortal realm."