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Since the beginning of the competition, Wang Cheng and other top ten players have been almost isolated from the outside world, living in a special isolation area, and the protection standards are relatively high, so there is almost zero contact with these masters who enter abroad.

And the competition has been carried out so far, and it has entered the finals.

Wang Cheng and Zhou Yu will compete in the ring of the finals to win the final world first. However, in the eyes of all the masters, in fact, the situation is very clear, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that Wang Cheng was able to defeat Zhou Yu and win the first place, becoming the first place in the first official martial arts competition since the founding of the Republic, and winning the first officially recognized title in the world.

However, in the eyes of many overseas masters, the gold content of this so-called world's first is not high. Because, this is a martial arts competition within the land of China, not a competition around the world, and there are more Chinese masters from all walks of life around the world than in the land of China. Especially in Nanyang, whether it is the strength of the older generation of masters or the younger generation of masters, almost all of them are above the land of China.

Therefore, in terms of Situ Xianglong's identity, his attitude towards Wang Cheng is good, he has always talked and laughed, except for the few breaths in the car, there is no conflict at any other time, just like a familiar friend.

However, this is not the case with everyone else.

Wang Cheng and Yang Qingyu had just taken two steps when they were stopped by a young man.

A young man wearing a loose practice uniform and a young man with a small head stepped on the position in front of Wang Cheng step by step, watching Wang Cheng gently clench his fists. smiled: "Fortunately." Under Zhao Yaoyang. ”

Wang Cheng let go of Yang Qingyu's hand. The look was solemn. He could feel that this young man seemed to have a kind expression and a smile, but the momentum on his body was extremely condensed, and his eyes were suppressed with his breathing.

He also recognized that this Zhao Yaoyang was one of the top ten masters of Nanyang that Zhou Yu said.

Immediately, Wang Cheng also clenched his fists lightly and smiled back. Said: "Don't dare to be, in the lower martial saint mountain Wang Cheng." ”

Zhao Yaoyang's eyes flickered, and the aura on his body rose even more, like a divine dragon that was about to fly at any time, and there was some inexplicable taste in his smile, and he said in a depressed voice: "A few months ago, I heard your name in Nanyang. At that time, I heard that you were good at medicine, but I didn't pay attention to it, but I didn't expect it to be only two or three months. You already have such strength when you practice martial arts, martial arts of the Martial Saint Mountain. Sure enough, it lives up to its name. ”

"Hehe......"

The other party commented on himself in a high tone, as if an elder was evaluating a junior, but he didn't say a word about his own origin, Wang Cheng was dissatisfied, so he could only smile and be noncommittal.

The family surnamed Zhao in Nanyang has a family, which does not belong to the inheritance of national arts, but belongs to the inheritance of ancient boxing, and the legend is passed down from the line of Zhao Kuangyin, Taizu of the Song Dynasty.

The strong aura on Zhao Yaoyang's body also shows that his inner family cultivation is absolutely profound and not shallow, and it must be above the three major internal martial arts of the national arts.

"It's a pity that I didn't see your master Changhe's senior. When I came, my grandfather said that I would definitely say hello to the chief of the Nagatsuru road. If he has free time next year, he may personally visit Wusheng Mountain. ”

Zhao Yaoyang looked at Wang Cheng's indifferent and calm expression, his breath was suppressed almost without any effect, there was a trace of solemnity in his heart, and his tone was still calm.

The tiger in Wang Cheng's body was about to move, and he felt a pressure and battle intent, as if he had just faced Na Luo Qingsheng's dragon-shaped fist. Immediately, the amber halo in his eyes flashed, and he said lightly: "Everything is fine with the family teacher, thank you for the Zhao family's seniors for your concern." When the time comes, if Senior Zhao comes, my tutor and I will definitely welcome it. ”

"Hehe, okay, it's settled, high-five as an oath!"

Zhao Yaoyang's eyes flickered, he looked at Wang Cheng and said with a smile, his breathing changed, and he slowly raised his palm.

Huhuhu......

This palm had just been raised, although it seemed to be slow, but there was immediately a wind sound around it, and there was a faint trace of dragon groaning.

This is Zhao's Long Fist!

It is also known as the Taizu Long Fist.

The legend of Taizu Changquan in history was created by Zhao Kuangyin, the emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty, when he was a general, when he became the emperor, it was named Taizu Changquan, this boxing method is also one of the long-standing inner boxing methods in the land of China, Shaolin has this boxing method, called Shaolin Changquan, but it is not authentic I don't know.

And there are also many schools of Taizu Changquan in the land of China.

However, Nanyang Zhao is definitely the authentic inheritance of this long fist, it is said that its ancestors are the royal blood of the Song Dynasty, the truth can not be examined, but Zhao's long fist is definitely not trivial, can be a master like a cloud of complex situation in Nanyang for two hundred years, no strength is impossible.

Wang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, the tiger in his heart jumped and moved, and he slowly spoke: "Okay, when the time comes, there will be no one on the Martial Saint Mountain, and the high-five is an oath." ”

After saying that, Wang Cheng's breathing also changed, the tiger's heartbeat in his heart became more rapid, and the tiger's palm slowly stretched out.

Roar......

A whistling, out of thin air, rose around Wang Cheng's body.

Yang Qingyu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his feet moved, and he took a step back.

The eyes of almost everyone around were focused on this, and some people who knew Zhao Yaoyang had playful smiles, looking forward to the result, no matter who Wang Cheng or Zhao Yaoyang lost, it would be a good thing for them.

And Zhao Yaoyang, as one of the top ten young masters in Nanyang, his strength is definitely not weaker than the top ten players in this martial arts competition, and his strength may still be above most of the top ten players, approaching Wang Cheng's level.

Especially when he cultivates the Taizu Changquan inherited by the Zhao family, the secret method of the inner family is still above the three major internal fists of the national arts, and the actual combat boxing method is also very sharp, and the spirit is extremely condensed.

The eyes of hundreds of people around were focused on the two of them, and they saw the two slowly stretching out their palms, moving very slowly, like slow motion in a movie. The two were only one meter apart, but it took two breaths to make contact, and these two breaths also made the two of them accumulate a lot of qi and blood to burst out, and it could be seen that their faces began to redden.

Syllable!

Finally, the palms of the two clapped together, making a crisp sound. It sounded like a casual clapping of ordinary people.

But. There are all around you who are masters. They all know the danger between the contact between these palms, and if ordinary people are slapped by this palm, it is estimated that they will hurt their muscles and bones at the least, and it is not surprising that they will die on the spot.

The people standing next to the two of them could clearly feel a thick air rush rushing out of the middle, and they could even faintly hear the roar of the dragon and the tiger.

Many people were shocked, could it be another dragon fight?

Situ Xianglong and several other top masters all looked extremely solemn, whether they were looking at Wang Cheng or Zhao Yaoyang, they were all the same serious.

Because. Only a few of them know that the reason why the Zhao Taizu Long Fist is different from other long fists is because its boxing method has a secret tradition. The Zhao Clan's Taizu Long Fist was cultivated to the later stage, and it was able to transform it into a dragon-shaped fist, and its power far exceeded that of the ordinary dragon-shaped fist method. This kind of late change was created by Song Taizu in his later years hundreds of years ago according to some internal boxing methods, and there was no circulation among the people at all.

Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin is the true dragon son who ruled the land of China, and he is also the founder of a generation of dynasties.

So. There are many secrets that ordinary people don't know.

The moment Wang Cheng's palm and Zhao Yaoyang's palm touched, he felt a sharp and heavy huge force pushing over. Caught off guard, it almost made him unsteady on his feet.

Although there was Zhou Yu's reminder, Wang Cheng was still a little underestimated in his heart, and he almost suffered a loss.

Among the young people of the same generation, there is still this kind of cultivation?

Wang Cheng was surprised in his heart, the amber color in his eyes was rich, and he could almost see the shadow of a tiger jumping from his pupils, this person's strength was above all the other top ten players he had encountered.

Especially the inner family cultivation, he is not much weaker than he has many adventures.

This may be the top master cultivated by the real profound family, and the cultivation of the family for more than ten or twenty years is not trivial, if it were not for the fact that he has made many magical breakthroughs since he entered the Martial Saint Mountain, it is estimated that it will take at least ten years of cultivation to catch up with this kind of master.

WhewW......

Changes in breathing.

Wang Cheng was shocked, his feet froze, he didn't turn into a ground fist technique, and still responded with the Tiger Nine Style. In his heart, the true intention of the tiger is firm, and he is determined to nurture the true intention of the tiger into a great success in a short period of time, so if it is not necessary, he will resolutely use the tiger nine style to fight the enemy.

When he faced Naro Qingsheng before, it was a necessary moment, so he turned into an earth fist method and used the pulse of the earth to fight the enemy. Now Zhao Yaoyang, there is no need for him to fuse the Earth Evil Fist Technique, which is a good opportunity to temper the true meaning of the tiger.

Roar......

There seemed to be another tiger roar around him.

Wang Cheng's figure froze, and the strength of his palm increased instantly, making Zhao Yaoyang's body on the opposite side tremble slightly, and his palm trembled, almost not resisting.

It's so strong!

Zhao Yaoyang only had this one thought in his heart at this time, and he didn't have time to think about anything else.

The so-called fame is not as good as meeting, even if he has seen Wang Cheng's strength in the ring in the past few days, Zhao Yaoyang has never regarded Wang Cheng as a big enemy who can fight against him. At this time, when he really fought, he knew that Wang Cheng's strength was beyond his imagination, and it was also beyond the kind of strength he showed in the ring.

Call......

Zhao Yaoyang hurriedly took another breath in a hurry, and then his body shook, and a dragon groan sounded. The bones on his body crackled and crackled, especially the bones of his spine, and his body bounced like a spring, and then a huge force was born from the bones of his spine, and it was instantly transmitted to his hand through the bones of his spine.

A huge force was immediately suppressed, and Wang Cheng immediately felt the change in Zhao Yaoyang. After practicing the True Dragon Fist Method, he naturally knew the skills of the spine bones, and immediately the tiger in his heart roared again, without fear, the tiger's heartbeat almost flew, the qi and blood of the whole body were boiling at high speed, and a trace of blood in the blood gradually penetrated into the bones and tendons.

This is a direct tempering of bones, muscles and veins with qi and blood.

Call......

This change instantly made Wang Cheng also hurriedly take a deep breath, his qi and blood ran all over his body, and then the bones of his whole body also shook, and a strong force rushed out again.

What about Zhao's dragon fist?

I have a tiger in my heart, and a tiger can overwhelm a real dragon!

Wang Cheng's eyes were full of amber, and his feet instantly smashed the floor. Once again, a huge force was condensed.

Syllable!

Finally.

A crisp sound rang clearly in everyone's ears.

This is Zhao Yaoyang couldn't help but be pushed back by Wang Cheng's huge force. The sound of a foot shattering the floor. At this time, he was trembling all over. The qi and blood in his body were suppressed and languished.

This push seems to be a competition of strength, but the masters of the house know that the two have just experienced a comprehensive contest of spirit and strength.

As a result, Zhao Yaoyang's dragon-shaped fist spirit spirit was completely suppressed by Wang Cheng's Tiger Nine-Style spirit spirit.

Tiger, defeated the real dragon!

A smile overflowed from the corner of Wang Cheng's mouth, the momentum of the whole person was high again, the qi and blood in his body seemed to be about to burn, and a scorching whirlwind almost automatically rose around his body. The tiger in his heart flew up in an instant, and then disappeared into consciousness.

Immediately afterwards, every inch of muscle and every bone in Wang Cheng's body emitted a tingling pain, and his entire body stiffened for a moment, and then he snorted, and a force erupted again, pushing Zhao Yaoyang back again.

Zhao Yaoyang was also pressed and snorted, and reluctantly pushed back a step again, his expression was incredible. I didn't dare to believe that Wang Cheng could burst out with two such huge forces one after another, but his spirit was getting higher and higher. Suppressed, he could barely parry.

He knew he had lost.

Zhao Yaoyang, one of the top ten masters of the Nanyang family, lost to Wang Cheng, a disciple of Wusheng Mountain in the mainland.

In the first contest with Nanyang, Wang Cheng won completely.

Many of the surrounding Nanyang masters all looked strange, especially Situ Xianglong and the others, who stared at Wang Cheng's body in surprise, as if they saw something magical happening.

Wang Cheng's hair stood on end, the skin of his whole body was red, and a trace of stinging pain clearly came from his internal organs, and his whole body was extremely hot, and waves of heat rushed around.

This is a magical change of the Tiger Nine Style, and the qi and blood of the whole body are tempering the bones, muscles, veins, and internal organs.

At that moment, he withdrew his palm, hugged his fist at Zhao Yaoyang and said, "Accept it, next year I will wait for Brother Zhao and the predecessors of the Zhao family in Wusheng Mountain." ”

Zhao Yaoyang's brows were furrowed, and the two sharp eyebrows were almost connected. Because he also practiced the advanced pictographic boxing technique, he also saw what was happening to Wang Cheng, and immediately looked very solemn, gently clenched his fists, and said solemnly: "I have understood, I have learned Your Excellency's martial arts today, and I will definitely go to Wusheng Mountain next year." ”

Both smiled slightly, then each turned away, no more talking.

Yang Qingyu hurriedly took two steps to Wang Cheng's side, and immediately felt a hot breath rushing to his face, and his heart was suddenly shocked, and he asked in a worried whisper, "Wang Cheng, are you okay?"

Wang Cheng smiled slightly and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine now." ”

Indeed, he is now fine.

Dragon and tiger fighting, dragon and tiger fighting, words that have existed since ancient times, Wang Cheng now knows that there is still this connotation in this word, which contains the supreme mystery of the two pictographic fists of dragon and tiger.

After defeating one dragon boxing master after another, especially after defeating Luo Qingsheng and Zhao Yaoyang just now, he really felt that if the tiger really wanted to be truly successful, he would slay the dragon.

Only by slaying the dragon can the tiger in his heart truly grow up, and his spirit and spirit can be comprehensively broken.

Just now, he succeeded in slaying the dragon again, and the true meaning of the tiger in his heart was officially completed, and then he disappeared directly and completely integrated into himself.

At this point, Wang Cheng no longer has a tiger in his heart, and has stepped into the realm where the tiger is himself and he is a tiger, and the tiger's heartbeat has also undergone tremendous changes, running the whole body's qi and blood in a wonderful state, tempering every inch of the body's muscles, blood, muscles, bones, and viscera, and developing towards a real tiger.

This is also the power of the real Tiger Nine Style.

In the eyes of the surrounding masters, Wang Cheng had almost completely changed into a fierce tiger at this time, and his every move exuded danger, and he would choose someone to devour at any time. Some of the people who wanted to provoke just now hurriedly changed their attention and no longer approached Wang Cheng.

However, there was still a middle-aged man who slowly came to the chair opposite Wang Cheng and sat down, holding a glass of liquor in his hand, staring at Wang Cheng with his eyes, and said with a smile: "Zhao Yaoyang of the Zhao family, is a master who has comprehended the dragon-shaped fist, and he is rampant in Nanyang, but he didn't expect to be defeated by Wang Cheng." ”

Wang Cheng seemed to be a fierce tiger at this time, and he was aggressive in the face of everyone, and he would not show the slightest weakness, so he immediately said coldly: "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered with coldness, and he instinctively froze in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "The Kwon Jae-in you injured is my son, who do you say I am?"

"Quan Yuanyuan?"

Wang Cheng's body moved, like a tiger ready to pounce on the hunting food, and asked in a cold voice. (To be continued......)