"Are you just like that?" Wu Zhiwen touched his nose, after three dodges, his physical strength had gradually recovered, if Yan Zhaowu continued to pursue, he might need three or four more moves to recover while dodging.

But Yan Zhaowu didn't, when he saw Wu Zhiwen blindly dodging, he felt that he was nothing more than that, so he actually stopped and laughed.

Then, then he will be tragic!

"Boy, is it useful to talk big? If you are allowed to get out of here alive today, I, Yan, will abolish my martial arts from now on!" Although Yan Zhaowu is a great master at the level of a grandmaster, he is a little narrow-minded, and seeing that Wu Zhiwen still doesn't take him as a grandmaster in his eyes, he has already become really angry.

"Okay, you said it!"

Wu Zhiwen smiled evilly, his right hand was introduced, and he made a strange posture, his left foot stepped back, and his left hand did not make any movement, and a phantom appeared, like a bright moon, and the bright moon was missing.

"Great use is only lacking"

A low chant came out of Wu Zhiwen's mouth.

As his chant came out, Yan Zhaowu felt that the qi that had just been injected into his body by Wu Zhiwen's seven-day repetition and chaos suddenly boiled all of a sudden. Originally, after seven times of tart felling, the meridians in his body had been damaged, and the strength of the seven-character true talisman had disappeared, but at this time, with Wu Zhiwen's chant of "Great Use and Lack of Strength", it suddenly revived.

"Bobo Bo ......"

The seven qi qi were pulled by Wu Zhiwen's qi machine, condensed with each other, and then exploded in the body one after another, although the power was not very great, but it was enough to make seven of his meridians seriously damaged.

"Wow......"

Yan Zhaowu spurted out a mouthful of blood, hurriedly stabilized his body, and his whole body trembled.

"Now it's my turn!"

Wu Zhiwen smiled, gestured with the fist in his hand, and rushed forward, just a punch, smashing it in his face. This punch is no different from an ordinary person fighting, this is the most superficial, primitive, and direct move, but Yan Zhaowu's qi is now in chaos, his true qi cannot be condensed, he is unable to dissolve, and he is smashed and falls backwards. Wu Zhiwen stepped forward and smashed punch after punch in his face, on his body, the moves gradually became fancy, what hook whirlwind kick or something, it was many times better than the moves in kung fu movies, Yan Zhaowu simply turned into a sandbag, without any power to resist.

"You ......" Yan Zhaowu was furious and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood one after another.

At this time, the big dragon fell to the ground from the frozen state just now. Liu Donghai escaped and was not injured, he quickly rushed forward to help him up, and when he turned his head to look again, Yan Zhaowu, the most respected boss in his heart, had been beaten so badly that he didn't know how badly he was, and his face was bruised everywhere, swollen like a pig's head.

Liu Donghai was simply stunned, in his mind, the grandmaster was the realm he dreamed of, the realm that he couldn't break through after years of hard training, and the realm that he admired incomparably, how did he know that the grandmaster would be beaten like this?

In fact, everyone present was stunned, although Wu Zhiwen beat the big dragon with one punch just now, and beat Liu Donghai into a lamb to be slaughtered with three punches, which shocked everyone, but at this time, they watched the grandmaster who was usually like a god in his mind be directly beaten into a pig's head, although Wu Zhiwen's boxing skills are nothing to see, just fancy, and not practical, but the roughness of the fist to the flesh is even more shocking.

"How is it? Am I a hanging grandmaster?" Wu Zhiwen almost punched a dozen times in a row, and the last punch sent Yan Zhaowu flying out more than three zhang away, and then he clapped his hands and said to everyone with a smile.

None of the people present dared to move, including Liu Donghai and Zhou Dajun, Zhang Dongqiang glanced at the master a few times, but the thin old man had no expression in his eyes, so he had to watch silently.

Everyone in the warehouse was stunned to watch Wu Zhiwen perform a general hanging master, but Zhou Dajun had other plans, he arranged snipers in several places in the warehouse, but although the power of the sniper rifle was strong, he was not sure that it could pose a threat to Wu Zhiwen, he also thought about attacking Shangguan Qingya and others, but this was meaningless, no one knew what stronger means Wu Zhiwen had. Because Wu Zhiwen's strength had already made his heart tremble, an instinctive sense of fear came out of his heart. This sense of fear has surpassed that of his master Yan Zhaowu, although Yan Zhaowu taught him martial arts, and even Yan Zhaowu is a god-like existence in his mind, but Yan Zhaowu's domineering behavior is compared with Wu Zhiwen, one is in the sky and the other is underground.

Yan Zhaowu is very bad at doing things, and he uses some small means of bad things, unless he feels that he is crushing the situation for others, he will not easily touch the danger and the law. Even when dealing with those underworld figures who do not pay tribute and disobey discipline on a daily basis, he also uses various other indiscriminate means to crack down, which shows that he is still afraid of certain forces. But this Wu Zhiwen is completely different, he feels that when he enters the door, he said a few words to Wu Zhiwen, and he feels that Wu Zhiwen's style of acting is like a sharp knife, an incomparable knife, full of domineering.

Therefore, after seeing Yan Zhaowu defeated by Wu Zhiwen, Zhou Dajun had other plans in his heart. Yan Zhaowu's most powerful deterrent is his identity as a grandmaster, but now he is being ravaged by others, so Zhou Dajun is still waiting, and he did not order a sniper attack at the first time, and he doesn't want to gamble, gambling his life.

Yan Zhaowu barely stood up, his Tang suit was covered in blood, and his silver hair was scattered.

"I just said, Q City underworld, I will have the final say in the future, who is in favor and who is against?" Wu Zhiwen didn't bother to look at Yan Zhaowu, who had already been defeated, but stared directly at the thin old man beside Zhang Dongqiang. The old man suddenly showed a smile in his eyes, and said lightly: "I have no opinion, our green wolf will have no opinion!"

Zhou Dajun's eyes were even lower, his face became more and more pale, and he trembled all over, obviously not knowing how to decide!

"Hey, sister, I thought there was some master duel here, it turned out to be a few clowns playing around, then there is nothing to see! Let's go!"

Suddenly, a crisp voice came from the roof of the warehouse, the voice of this little girl was still very immature, I am afraid that she was only four or five years old. Everyone, including Wu Zhiwen and the thin old man, their faces changed color and looked at the roof.

"Let's go!" replied another female voice as crisp as a yellow warbler out of the valley. Her voice was very cold, and everyone trembled when they heard it, and all the black-clothed people with guns who were ready to shoot trembled, whether it was a pistol or a sniper rifle in their hands, they all fell to the ground with a bang, as if such a "let's go" deprived them of all their strength.

"Refining God Realm?" Wu Zhiwen said in a deep voice.

"Who?" cried out the thin old man, too, in surprise.