At the moment when Zhou Hao opened his eyes, Peng Biao keenly captured that there seemed to be a change in the young man in front of him, and the original feeling of danger became stronger, and suddenly remembered the breath he felt on the instructor back then, and what the instructor said: Martial artist, he has not cultivated his strength, but he is just embroidering his legs!

It's just that...... How could the kid in front of him be a master with energy?

"Sanda?"

Looking at Zhou Hao's posture, Peng Biao was puzzled, the young man in front of him was obviously a master of cultivating strength, but in Huaxia, which master of cultivating strength was not born in a martial arts family, with the inheritance of the master, and the standing posture of each family with the characteristics of his own family and his own family.

How can you be so casual, simply posing in a sanda pose?

"Okay, just let me see how many pounds and taels you have!"

The two of them, who were five meters apart, suddenly moved, and in the jealous expressions of Guan Qianqian and Liang Yunbo, the two were like lions and cheetahs fighting each other, every move was tigerish, and every move had the ferocious power to kill an adult, so that both of them couldn't help but weaken their legs.

Liang Yunbo churned his Adam's apple even more, swallowing his saliva with difficulty, glad in his heart, fortunately he didn't speak recklessly just now, otherwise he might really be a cripple now.

Looking at Peng Biao, Liang Yunbo had 10,000 confidence that this man could beat this young man, and when he thought of the pain when the joint was removed just now, he couldn't help but shout on the side.

"Kill this kid, hit me hard, hit me hard! Ouch, my hand, my hand!"

As for Guan Qianqian, who had never seen such a posture, curled up in the BMW car, shaking her body.

In the field, the two fought for more than 20 rounds, and the more they got to the back, the more shocked Peng Biao became, this young man was on par with himself in terms of strength and speed, if it weren't for his own fighting skills were all practiced from the pile of dead people, maybe he would have fallen.

But as the two fought in a muffled voice, Peng Biao felt that the situation was getting more and more wrong, and the young man in front of him ...... Actually began to perform military fighting skills like himself after fifty moves?

It's a little incredible! Could it be that this young man is also a special soldier?

Although fighting skills have existed since ancient times, the fighting skills in the army are often called killing skills, and what they strive to do is that every move is a killing move, not giving the enemy any chance to fight back, and has always been known for its ferocity and cruelty.

When learning the art of killing people in the army, it is not only necessary to have a sufficient understanding of the structure of the human body, but also to work the fists and feet to attack the enemy with the maximum angle and strength.

And the young man in front of him obviously has never entered the army, and even if he does, it is impossible to learn the real fighting skills that only special forces can master.

But right now, it's really a set of fighting skills...... Is it learned?

"It can't be!"

Rumble!

The left abdomen was hit by Zhou Hao's uppercut, and Peng Biao hurriedly held his stomach and retreated. After feeling the hot pain coming from his abdomen, Peng Biao's eyes widened, and he said in a trembling voice with an incredible and shocked expression: "You, you, you are actually a master of external strength!"

Seeing Peng Biao retreating, Zhou Hao, who seemed to be unsatisfied, stopped his figure, seemed to be free, frowned slightly, and asked suspiciously: "External strength master?"

Zhou Hao had never heard of this word.

"The strength of the fist can be retracted and released freely, and the whole body can be condensed at one point, which is a sign of small external strength......! Don't you know!" Peng Biao looked at Zhou Hao in disbelief.

I have been studying and practicing hard for nearly 30 years, and I have never slacked off since I was a child, but no matter how I pursue, how to exercise, I have never been able to find a way, I have been stuck outside the threshold, and no matter how hard I work, I can't condense even a trace of strength in my body.

In my life, I have seen two masters with energy, one is an instructor of special forces, and the other is an old man I met when I followed Mr. Liang to a party.

But the young man in front of him is in his early twenties, and he has already condensed his strength in his body, and he has already become an external martial artist!

A true warrior! A warrior of his dreams!

For such an enemy, even if there are five more of themselves, they are not opponents!

"I don't know what you're talking about, but your moves inspired me a lot from the fight I was inspiring. After a pause, he put the word "Outer Strength Martial Artist" in his heart, and said excitedly: "Go on." ”

Peng Biao's face was embarrassed, he looked at Zhou Hao who was putting on a posture, and scolded his mother in his heart, you are an external martial artist, you actually came here to compare with such an ordinary person as yourself, this is going to spread out, and you are not afraid of making people laugh!

Although he thought so in his heart, no matter how fierce and arrogant Peng Biao was, at this time, he was younger than himself, but he had cultivated a master of strength, and the fighting spirit in his heart was all extinguished, replaced by irrepressible excitement and worship, his face showed a respectful look, he stood straight and bent over his hand, and said with a little pleading: "The predecessor said that he laughed, it was Peng Biao who was reckless, and he still hoped to ......."

Glancing at Liang Yunbo on the side, he said, "I hope that the seniors will not remember the villain, let go, let go of my young master." ”

After thinking for a while, Zhou Hao nodded slightly and said, "Yes, but you stay." ”