Long Banshan's son Long Zihao and Dark Night Kun told Jiang Kun that they were a little dissatisfied with Li Xiaomeng's joining, and both of them asked to try Li Xiaomeng's skills, Dark Night is an organization that relies on fists to speak, especially these members who joined later, they were not trained by Dark Night.

Li Xiaomeng has already joined the dark night, but he really doesn't want to do anything with these two.

And the two of them didn't follow, and Long Banshan had to let Li Xiaomeng show it.

"It's okay for me to prove my strength, but I don't want to fight you!" Li Xiaomeng said calmly.

"Hmph, then how can you prove your strength!" the short and concise Long Zihao said coldly, "If you have a few tricks with me!"

Li Xiaomeng shrugged his shoulders: "I'm also a person in the dark night now, Senior Long is good to me, and both of you are important players in the later competitions." Now it's not good to hurt you with me, it's bad to hurt the overall situation!"

The old bald dragon Banshan had a gentle gaze and nodded approvingly: "According to what Xiao Meng said, you don't want to be rash." ”

"Yes!" Long Zihao and Jiang Kun nodded respectfully.

Li Xiaomeng also smiled and walked straight to the middle of the hall, Long Banshan put his hands behind his back, Long Zihao and Jiang Kun also followed, their eyes were full of murderous energy, and they really wanted to fight Li Xiaomeng directly.

When he reached a canvas sandbag in the middle, Li Xiaomeng stopped and patted a man who was hitting the sandbag hard and motioned for him to disperse.

Long Banshan also nodded, and the big man in the dark night bowed and retreated, and the people who were training on the scene also stopped, and all of them gathered over to watch Li Xiaomeng.

Li Xiaomeng touched the sandbag, smiled wantonly, and said to Long Zihao, who was very unhappy with himself: "You try it with all your strength!"

Long Zihao looked at his father Long Banshan, then walked over, his feet were steady, he took a deep breath, his right fist was clenched violently, and he exhaled and shot out.

"Bang~"

There was a muffled sound.

The canvas sandbag weighing more than 200 catties was blown away, almost raising an angle of 80 degrees, and swaying violently.

The people present sighed for a while, the strength of Long Zihao, who was short and thin, was too terrifying, it was really the son of the head of the house, it was unbelievable.

Long Zihao retracted his fist and glanced back at Li Xiaomeng: "It's your turn!"

The sandbags were still swinging back and forth, squeaking and clacking at the ropes on them.

Li Xiaomeng's face was expressionless, and he walked over from the side, just as the sandbag crossed in front of him, and swiped up from the lowest end.

The body stopped directly under the original sandbag, and stood normally, without any movement under his feet, and waited there very quietly.

"Damn, what is he going to do? I can kill him when this sandbag is swung back!"

"Look for death!"

"It's coming!"

After the sandbag reached the highest point, it suddenly turned back, the speed was not very fast, but it arrived in a blink of an eye, and smashed into Li Xiaomeng.

Seeing that the sandbag was about to hit Li Xiaomeng, everyone present gasped.

Suddenly, Li Xiaomeng's left hand reached out at a speed that was difficult for his eyes to distinguish, and his palm turned up.

The huge momentum of the sandbag and the palm of the hand, did not make a sound, and was not able to move forward at all, more than two hundred pounds and with the maximum speed of the sandbag instantly froze in the air, everything seemed to be still.

Before everyone came back to their senses, when their mouths were about to make an exclamation, Li Xiaomeng's feet were crossed, his left foot was in front, his right foot was behind, and at the same time, the palm of his left hand was closed, and his right hand was pinched into a fist and stabbed out quickly.

"Huh~"

There was a sound of strips of cloth tearing, and it was difficult to cut the canvas sandbag with cowhide that was specially made with a knife was pierced in an instant, and Li Xiaomeng's whole hand was completely submerged.

Coarse sand and gravel spilled all over the floor.

A punch was thrown, but the punch first pierced into the sandbag before the sandbag was forced to fly out by inertia, and the sandbag was like a still life in the whole process.

This speed and power have never been seen before.

Li Xiaomeng slowly pulled out his arm and patted the sand on his hand, the people present were about to exclaim, but the moment Li Xiaomeng suddenly punched out, his mouth opened wide and he couldn't make a sound, and the scene was dead.

The people here are all masters who have experienced countless battles, and they are all deeply shocked when they see this scene.

Long Banshan also looked surprised and couldn't help but smile.

Jiang Kun, who was skeptical of Li Xiaomeng, couldn't help but nod and sigh secretly, but Long Zihao, the only son of Long Banshan, had an ugly face and turned around and left without saying a word.

Li Xiaomeng raised his eyebrows and scolded secretly, fuck, you don't have the strength to see me unhappy, show your ability You still don't like Lao Tzu, obviously the surname is Long, how can there be such a big gap with you Lao Tzu.

"Good job!" Long Banshan smiled, motioned for everyone to continue practicing, and left with Li Xiaomeng.

Jiang Kun also dispersed, and went to train the other disciples with a very complicated feeling.

Li Xiaomeng was taken to a quiet place in the back by the kind Long Banshan, and Long Banshan still politely invited Li Xiaomeng to sit down, and then asked his subordinates to watch the tea.

"It's not a loss to be my senior brother's closed disciple, to be honest, your strength is too unexpected!" Long Banshan was also shocked just now, because the son of the person he cultivated was already at the peak of Long Zihao, but he still couldn't compare with Li Xiaomeng.

Li Xiaomeng picked up a purple clay cup and drank the best hot hair tips inside.

In the past nine years, the hard training of his master Zhang Qingshan is an important reason for his current strength, and in fact, Li Xiaomeng, who has the ability to teleport, is naturally much more talented than ordinary people in all aspects, whether it is vision, hearing or strength, although it is not as exaggerated as in some film and television works, but compared with ordinary people, it can also be regarded as a pervert. With this foundation that can't be found among 10,000 people, coupled with the exclusive training of Zhang Qingshan, the first of the top ten heavenly kings of China thirty years ago, the effect achieved can be imagined.

"Then I don't have to train?" Li Xiaomeng put down the cup and said with a smile.

Long Banshan also laughed: "Of course not, the more powerful you are, the more you have to train, special training! By the way, I have one more thing to ask you!"

"You say. ”

"Do you know how to find your master, my people knew that he was in Wolong Village before, but not long after you left, he also left, and there was no news of him again!"

With such a huge organization in the dark night, the eyeliner was all over the country and it was impossible to find the master, which surprised Li Xiaomeng. However, Li Xiaomeng was also very helpless, and the master never contacted him again, although he taught him kung fu, but he still had reservations about many other things. Now it's hard to say where he went.

Seeing Li Xiaomeng shaking his head, Long Banshan let out a long sigh and smiled bitterly: "It's no wonder, what kind of ability is Senior Brother, it's easy to avoid the eyeliner of my disciples." ”

"Why are you looking for my master?" Li Xiaomeng asked rhetorically.

"Actually, I'm not looking for him, I just need to make sure what he's doing where. He can't forgive me, and I don't expect to invite him back, but I'm afraid that he will go to the boxing sect in the north or the popularity in the southwest of the Central Plains, and if he uses his skills to train those masters, the possibility of me winning five seats in the next competition will be greatly reduced, which is the last thing I want to see and what I am most afraid to see!"

Li Xiaomeng understood Long Banshan's distress, and bowed slightly: I hope this kind of thing won't happen!