Although these seven wounds are awesome, it is a little difficult for Li Xiaomeng to accept it if he practices at the cost of his own physical health. He doesn't want to be like Long Banshan when he gets old, bent over his waist, like a little old man in the countryside.

And when the Seven Wounds Fist is used, it is to hurt yourself at a higher price than hurting the opponent, which is a very perverted type of boxing.

Damn, it's yourself who hurts others more seriously, does this seven-wound punch still have the meaning of existence?

Li Xiaomeng scolded secretly and ran out to catch up with Long Banshan.

"Senior Long, what are the seven wounds of these seven wounds?" Li Xiaomeng asked.

"Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, tendons, bones, seven wounds!"

Li Xiaomeng's eyes widened: "I'm grass, isn't this very hurt." It still hurts my kidneys, I'm still a virgin, I can't afford to hurt, I can't afford to hurt, I don't practice!"

Long Banshan didn't look angry, but patted his waist and said proudly: "The master leads the door, and the cultivation depends on the individual." These Seven Wounds Fist is seven wounds, but if it is cultivated properly, it is the Seven Cultivations. Whether you believe it or not, the old man is now, hehe, or the car doesn't fall down, just push!"

After finishing speaking, Long Banshan ignored Li Xiaomeng and slowly walked away.

Li Xiaomeng stood in place, took a deep breath, and the meaning of Long Banshan's words rolled in his mind. As soon as I gritted my teeth, I let it go, and I practiced it, how could I let go of such a perverted stunt. Even if he didn't even pass on his son to himself for the sake of Long Banshan, he had to practice it, and now the task of inheriting this Seven Injuries Fist fell on his shoulders Li Xiaomeng.

returned to the practice room, and in his mind, the moves and styles of boxing in the middle of the mountain were like playing a movie, and Li Xiaomeng imitated and began to practice.

After practicing for two hours in a row, I still couldn't find the essence of it, and the boxing method I played was still very rusty, and there was no strength and tricky style like Long Banshan, so it could only be said that there was a resemblance.

Li Xiaomeng, who was sweating profusely, panted heavily, his whole body was sore, and these seven wound punches really hurt his body. However, Li Xiaomeng is not surprised, although he is superhuman, but this is a mastery of Long Banshan, if he learns it in one day, it will be too unrealistic.

It was already half past four in the morning, the sky was numb, Li Xiaomeng packed up his clothes and walked out of the practice room, passing through the already silent hall in front of him to prepare to go outside to get the car and leave.

In the carport near the gate of the yard, there were two people standing next to Li Xiaomeng's Yamaha heavy locomotive.

The early morning in Dongri was cold, but Long Zihao only wore a pair of tactical pants, and stood there naked on his upper body, revealing totem tattoos all over his body. Standing next to him was the number two person of the Kun generation, Jiang Kun.

Li Xiaomeng stopped, took out a cigarette about five meters away from the two of them, and lit it, and said with a smile: "The two of you are here to send me? There's no need to be so polite, right?"

Long Zihao sneered and strode over, he was short in stature, and he had to look up slightly when he arrived in front of Li Xiaomeng, Jiang Kun was as tall and short as Li Xiaomeng, standing on Long Zihao's side without expression or speaking.

"You broke the sandbag that day, and I want to fight with you today!" Long Zihao clenched his fists and said in a resolute tone.

Li Xiaomeng shook his head: "I already said it last time, I don't want to hurt you, the fighting competitions of the three major organizations in the back are the most important, and if you want to fight, you have to wait for that to end!"

"No!" Long Zihao pushed his hands violently and roared angrily, "You have to fight today, and you have to fight if you don't fight!"

Li Xiaomeng was pushed back a few steps, and Long Zihao had already set up a position and came to a starting position.

Jiang Kun on the side walked away quietly, waiting to see Long Zihao and Li Xiaomeng fight.

Li Xiaomeng glanced at Jiang Kun, who walked away, and then looked back at Long Zihao: "Lao Tzu repeat, I won't fight you!"

"I can't help you!" Long Zihao no longer waited for Li Xiaomeng, and attacked directly.

Li Xiaomeng's eyes lit up, he threw out the helmet in his hand and smashed it. Long Zihao twisted his feet, grabbed his body, and kicked the smashed helmet out with a snap, and his feet didn't stop at all, until Li Xiaomeng came, his right hand turned into a claw, and grabbed Li Xiaomeng's throat.

"Damn, Lao Tzu doesn't have a hatred for taking his wife with you, he is so vicious!" Li Xiaomeng's body flashed, scolded angrily, raised a hand and shouted, "Wait a minute, I agree to fight you!"

Long Zihao smiled with satisfaction, stepped back, and posed very seriously, which can be regarded as an official fight.

"But I want him to go along!" Li Xiaomeng pointed to Jiang Kun, who was playing soy sauce in the distance and watching the excitement, and said softly.

"Hmph, if you can't knock me, I can cripple you alone!" Long Zihao was furious, no longer gave Li Xiaomeng any chance to speak, and bullied forward again, attacking fiercely.

Li Xiaomeng retreated again and again under Long Zihao's aggressive attack, and Long Zihao scratched blood marks on his chest and neck, and the pain was hot.

"You forced me!" Li Xiaomeng gritted his teeth and immediately counterattacked.

The fists and feet were rapidly intertwined, and the two of them were inseparable, although Li Xiaomeng had an advantage in height, but Long Zihao's speed and strength were amazing, and he burst out with combat power that did not match his figure at all.

Li Xiaomeng, who has always been able to finish his opponent within half a minute, met the strongest opponent this time, and he didn't take advantage for a while, and he was on par.

In the end, it is the son of Long Banshan, the first master of the younger generation of Dark Night, Li Xiaomeng secretly sighed in his heart, and he also felt fortunate for Dark Night and Long Banshan. But he hasn't used all his strength yet, in fact, his strength is still a cut higher, but because he doesn't want to hurt Long Zihao and delay the completion of Long Lao's life's wish, Li Xiaomeng has retained many of his killing moves, which are all conservative attacks and blocks.

Long Zihao became more and more energetic the more he fought, and he was even more excited when he met a master of equal strength, the speed of his attacks became faster and faster, and his chaotic moves were dazzling.

Suddenly, after Long Zihao missed a heavy punch, his body turned back abruptly, and he made a somersault, smashing his feet into Li Xiaomeng's chest in the air. Li Xiaomeng was not in a hurry to dodge, he was kicked down all of a sudden, and he fell to the ground a little embarrassed.

Li Xiaomeng fell to the ground and hugged his chest, rolling in pain, and screaming in his mouth.

"Hmph, it's just Erer!" Jiang Kun in the distance snorted coldly.

Long Zihao also shook his head and stopped: "You are really disappointing!"

After saying that, Long Zihao went back, and Jiang Kun also left.

Li Xiaomeng stood up at this time, patted the dust on his buttocks like a nobody, smiled at a figure in a window above the third floor not far away, stepped on his heavy locomotive, and left leisurely humming a small tune.

The little old man on the third floor pursed the corners of his mouth and said to himself: "I have to take care of this kid Guan Zihao, just now Li Xiaomeng has five chances to kill him, this kid is really overwhelmed!"