Zhang Kun's particularity shows from the beginning that Zhang Kun will never be an ordinary person.

Old Man Liang possessed himself and inherited the essence of martial arts from Old Man Liang all his life, and these days of hard work have made up for the physical defects and deficiencies, plus the unity of heaven and man.

It can be said that Zhang Kun's strength at this time has already surpassed the level that the younger generation can achieve, but stands at the same level as those martial arts masters.

In this way, it can be said that Wu Hehong is facing a martial arts master with superb martial arts at this time, how can he have the possibility of winning

Even though Zhang Kun was still wearing Xuanwu armor at this time, Zhang Kun found the balance point in his mind a few days ago, and he had already begun to get used to the existence of Xuanwu armor step by step.

Although there is still some influence, it is enough for Zhang Kun to exert seventy or eighty percent of his strength.

And a great martial arts master, even if it is only seven or eight points of kung fu, it is not something that a little Wu Hehong can resist.

So Wu Hehong is miserable, very miserable. I saw that he was in a hurry, constantly resisting Zhang Kun's fierce attack, his whole body was already soaked with sweat, the sweat stains on his forehead made his hair extremely messy, and his mouth was already out of breath.

At this time, Wu Hehong had the high-spirited appearance when he first came.

And all this is not only caused by exercise, but also by fear.

Yes, I am afraid, my heart is frightened, my face is frightened, my eyes are frightened, and the cold air in my heart is rising, and the sweat on my body is more of a cold sweat from the inside out.

How could it be, why is this happening, it shouldn't be, it's impossible.

Wu Hehong occasionally roared in his heart, and that roar was full of disbelief.

He couldn't believe that he had been beaten and had no power to fight back

The guy in front of him looked like he was about the same age, but why, why was he actually pressed like this

He is Wu Hehong, a young master in Cangzhou, and even a person who won the Cangwu Competition, but now, why has it become like this

At this time, looking at Zhang Kun, his eyes were staring at Wu Hehong coldly, and he was no longer indifferent just now, and every move and style of Yongchun boxing in his hand was full of great rumors.

Dragon tendon and tiger bone King Kong Jin was originally the most fierce boxing technique in Yongchun, and now Zhang Kun's physique is gradually improving, Zhang Kun is even more powerful to use.

Eight moves, nine moves, okay, almost, tenth move.

Zhang Kun thought silently in his heart, then his eyes lit up, and the momentum of his whole body changed suddenly, and then he saw Zhang Kun inhale slowly, and then the muscles of his body seemed to rise instantly, and finally, a punch.

"Bump" A figure flew out violently, and it was not until three or four meters later that it fell to the ground with a pop.

The whole scene suddenly fell silent, as quiet as if a pin had dropped.

The few people who followed Wu Hehong looked at the figure that fell to the ground, but did not stand up again, and then looked at Zhang Kun, who was standing calmly in place, and they all swallowed the saliva in their mouths involuntarily.

Wu Hehong lost, and he lost neatly.

For this result, Guo Binliang was not the slightest surprised.

It's normal for Wu Hehong to lose, and it's strange for Zhang Kun to lose.

You know, he is a person who has witnessed Zhang Kun's progress every day. After witnessing Zhang Kun's progress and strength, if he still thinks that Wu Hehong can win, then his brain is in water.

So for winning or losing, Guo Binliang had already predicted it in his heart, and he didn't look surprised.

On the contrary, it was Zhang Kun's last punch, and Guo Binliang couldn't help but light up when he saw it.

In that punch, Guo Binliang seemed to see something different. I seem to know, but I don't seem to understand it, and I don't seem to understand it.

Guo Binliang was almost stunned, and his mind kept recalling the demeanor of Zhang Kun's punch.

It was as if there was something in it that he didn't know about, and he felt it, but it didn't seem to be able to fully grasp it.

Guo Binliang's heart was like a cat scratching at this time, itching terribly.

He had an urgent urge to figure out what was in that punch. He had a vague feeling that if he could figure this out, then his boxing might be on the next level.

But after looking at Zhang Kun, then at the people standing quietly in the distance, and then at Wu Hehong, who fell to the ground, Guo Binliang finally suppressed the impulse in his heart.

This is not a good time to seek enlightenment, let alone this place.

Guo Binliang sighed secretly in his heart, but when his eyes rolled, he secretly made up his mind that after leaving, he must find an opportunity to ask Zhang Kun for advice.

And after punching Wu Hehong away, Zhang Kun's eyes slowly turned to look at the people in the distance.

Under the calm gaze, all the people who were seen by Zhang Kun couldn't help but tremble in their hearts, their hearts seemed to be standing on a cliff, and they couldn't help but hold their breath between their mouths and noses.

After looking at everyone, and then at Wu Hehong, who was afraid that he would not be able to stand up in a short time, Zhang Kun turned his head to look at Guo Binliang with a calm smile: "Senior Brother Liang, let's continue." ”

"Oh, good, good. Guo Binliang, who was immersed in Zhang Kun's last punch, woke up like a dream and nodded hurriedly. Then the two of them didn't look at the people next to them, and went straight to their usual path, and continued to run in the direction of the rising sun.

Although it was delayed for nearly ten minutes because of Wu Hehong's relationship, Zhang Kun still arrived at Qinggang before eight o'clock, and then started a day's intensive training as usual.

The sun rose little by little, and at about eleven o'clock, Zhang Kun was training to resist the attack, and eight figures surrounded him and kept attacking, and at this time, suddenly a figure appeared in the distance, from far to near, and then stopped seven or eight meters away from everyone.

After standing still, the eyes of the visitors slowly swept over everyone, and then finally fixed on Zhang Kun.

And at the moment when the man's gaze came, Zhang Kun's figure suddenly froze, as if it instantly stiffened. After a while, Zhang Kun slowly straightened up, and then turned his neck little by little to look in the direction of the comer.

And the few people around the sparring partner also seemed to notice the abnormality of the atmosphere, and they all stopped, and then looked at each other as if they were a little overwhelmed, and finally looked at the person in the direction of Zhang Kun's gaze.

The person who came was an uncle in his forties and fifties, wearing a tender white practice uniform on his slightly tall body, and his face under his gray hair was angular and majestic, and the most striking thing was the eyes. In the ordinary and plain, it seems to hide a terrifying edge.

"You are Zhang Kun," the visitor suddenly said.

Zhang Kun's eyes froze, he didn't dare to slack off, he clasped his hands into fists and said in a deep voice: "It's me, dare to ask the seniors."

Hearing Zhang Kun's words, a sneer rose at the corner of the visitor's mouth: "I'm Wu Xiufeng, no, Wu Hehong's Laozi is me." ”

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