Jiang Fan smiled, on the surface, he seemed harmless to humans and animals, but his heart was like the sea.

Looking over in his eyes, the head of the bancuntou boxer on the opposite side was filled with a cloud of black gas, tumbling vigorously.

It's dead air!

Generally speaking, such an aura shrouded in the head means that this person's yang life has come to an end, and there is a possibility of violent death at any time!

Thinking of the environment here, as well as the life-and-death battle he heard, Jiang Fan was already able to conclude that this guy was about to die in the ring!

However, this is not a reason for him to be shocked, because he has seen more people with dead air on his head, this fighter is far from the most serious, and he has seen many people who are more serious than him.

What shocked Jiang Fan from the bottom of his heart was a layer of blood light lingering on this fighter's body!

This layer of blood light swam around his body like a blood-colored swimming dragon, and finally emitted wisps of black qi that poured into the dead qi above his head!

What does it represent?

Jiang Fan slowly rubbed his chin, and already had some answers in his heart.

According to what he knows, martial arts training and health care complement each other, just as the accelerator and brake are indispensable. If it is just a martial arts practice, it will be like a car with only the accelerator pedal that will overturn sooner or later! And health care is to brake to ensure that the car will not overturn casually. However, it is precisely this braking that weakens the effect of the accelerator pedal and slows down the car from time to time.

Therefore, there are many martial arts practitioners who are greedy for combat effectiveness, and they will abandon their health or rarely maintain their health, and devote all their time and energy to practicing martial arts, so that their strength is like a car with brakes removed, and they will move forward!

Such a martial artist will greatly improve his strength, but the price to pay is his own life!

The blood light on the boxer's body in front of him is a sign of vigorous blood, Jackie Chan means that his blood has reached its peak, and the black gas means that this blood dragon is formed by burning his life!

Jiang Fan's gaze swept over the audience again, but he found that almost all the fighters were the same as the guy in front of him, with blood dragons or blood snakes coiled around their bodies, and at worst, blood clouds lingered, indicating that they were all martial artists who burned their lives. And they are more or less surrounded by death on their heads, which means that their future is bleak.

A group of dying people!

Jiang Fan sighed silently.

"Hey, how the hell did you kid get in?"

The bancuntou boxer on the opposite side approached him curiously, looking up and down.

"Didn't I say it, I came in by elevator. Jiang Fan said with a grin.

"Don't fool me," the boxer shook his head: "Our elevator is controlled from below, as long as this side doesn't start, the top can't get down at all, how the hell did you get in?"

Jiang Fan smiled: "Who told you that the elevator must be started before it can be used?"

At this time, someone had already run to the elevator to see clearly, and shouted loudly to this side: "This guy pried open the elevator door and jumped down." ”

Well?

For a while, everyone in the training room looked sideways, and everyone looked at Jiang Fan curiously, but no one was surprised, after all, they couldn't do this kind of thing.

"Okay, you, peers?"

The boxer circled around Jiang Fan curiously: "Come here to spy on intelligence?"

"No, I'm here to find someone. Jiang Fan emphasized again.

"Looking for whom?"

"Li Chenghai!"

"Lao Li?"

The bancuntou boxer looked to the left in surprise, Jiang Fan followed his gaze, but saw that there was a boxing ring there, and two figures were still fighting on it, unaffected by the accident here.

Could that be Li Chenghai?

Thinking so, Jiang Fan was about to walk towards Li Chenghai.

brush, there is an extra figure in front of him, but it is the head boxer.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Fan asked with a frown.

"Ask me why ......" The Ban Cuntou Boxer smiled, like a proud child: "Isn't it too casual for you to just break in, and then swagger to find someone?"

"So what?" Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes.

"I have to say it......" Ban Cun shook his neck, and suddenly there was a rattle of bone joints, which made people's hearts sour.

"Want to fight?"

"Oops, that's going to have to be a fight!"

The board shook his fingers—

However, Jiang Fan, who was opposite him, suddenly changed his complexion, and his body suddenly retreated backwards like an arrow from the string!

And at the moment when he retreated, an elbow with a metallic luster narrowly brushed the tip of Jiang Fan's nose, and the strong wind blew his cheeks painfully!

What a speed!

What a fierce force!

Jiang Fan's heart is a chill!

Of course, he knew that there could be no good place down there, and he was ready to fight with these black fighters, after all, he had made up his mind to fight Li Chenghai so that he could not continue fighting.

However, it wasn't until he saw these fighters clearly with his own eyes that Jiang Fan realized that he was careless, after all, who would have thought that these fighters would be so strong?

It's actually burning life to strengthen yourself, it's just too much!

The so-called rigidity can't last long, and softness can't be kept!

These fighters are just too strong for a long time, but it is precisely because they are masculine and rigid that they have combat power that even Jiang Fan dare not ignore!

Whew!

In the blink of an eye, the bancuntou boxer on the opposite side has already punched three times and two legs in a row!

The punch is not fast, but every punch has the power to destroy the mountain and crack the rock!

The leg is not a disease, but every time the leg is kicked out, the strong wind carried by it is like a big knife, and there is a tearing feeling when it touches the skin!

These black fighters...... How exactly is it trained?

The shock in Jiang Fan's heart had reached the extreme, because he found that he was not sure of victory!

Mai's divine arts are all-encompassing, and the martial arts in them are naturally top-notch, but he has not practiced to the peak. And some other talismans and alchemy and the like are just auxiliary means. Especially the talisman or something, it can still play a big role in the face of ghosts, gods and evil things, but in the face of this black boxer who burns life, it is useless at all.

The so-called blood and qi are masculine, and all evils are easy to dispel!

Jiang Fan finally didn't dodge it all, when Ban Cuntou punched again, the power that seemed to be slow and fast made him unable to avoid it for a while, and he was hit on his arm head-on, and suddenly a tearing pain was as straight as bone marrow, making Jiang Fan lose his mind for a moment.

"Hehe, that's good!"

After the opposite Ban Cuntou punched Jiang Fan back, he did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but stood in place and looked at Jiang Fan with a curious face.

Jiang Fan took the opportunity to take two mouthfuls of Zhenyuan, and after running two laps around his arm, the pain suddenly changed from heavy to light, and then from light to light, and finally disappeared.

"I'm here to find Li Chenghai!"

Jiang Fan emphasized again: "I'm not here to fight with you!"

Ban Cuntou smiled slightly: "For the sake of the points where you can still take my punch, go over." ”

Saying that, he actually really got out of the way.