"Sharp teeth!But it can't change the outcome of your death here!Do you dare to fight, in a word!" The master of horizontal training said coldly. Eight Chinese Net? ≤≠≈．≥８≥

"Huh. ”

Wang Yong glanced at him lightly, as if he disdained to fight with this person.

But before the end of the note fell, he heard an explosion and thunder in the air, and Wang Yong's figure suddenly rushed forward, like a mortar shell, crashing into the horizontal training master.

"Yin line!" scolded the master of horizontal training.

In a hurry, the muscles and muscles of the whole body bulged, and one by one the muscles and bumps covered the surface of the body, like the devil muscle man in the cartoon.

The disciples who watched the trickle were dazzled and applauded loudly.

"Fujita's predecessors are mighty!

"Is this the legendary Fujita Yokoren? It looks much more powerful than those golden bell jars and iron cloth shirts in Huaxia!"

"Those kung fu in Huaxia are all fists and legs, bluffing things. The last time I traveled to China, I saw a group of people performing iron cloth shirts on the street. As a result, I was punched and bleeding and was admitted to the hospital. Those guys still want to ask me for compensation, and guess what? The Huaxia police have found me innocent! Hahahaha...... It's ridiculous to think about. ”

The discussion of the disciples below reached Wang Yong's ears, and Wang Yong's face was suddenly covered with a layer of anger.

The force of the breakthrough strengthened again, and at a distance of more than ten meters, Wang Yong actually added three times in a row, such as the third stage of the rocket, the first stage is faster than the first level, and the first level is more violent than the first level.

By the time he was about to approach Fujita, the sound of the wind was already like a stormy wave.

Fujita's face changed greatly, he didn't expect Wang Yong to be so ruthless, and he used all his strength as soon as he came up.

"Phew!" Fujita roared, and the large tendons between the pimples jumped up as if they were rattans, weaving pieces of chain mail together to form a tough piece of armor.

"Good!" the trickle disciple cheered loudly again.

But before they finished shouting a "good" word, they immediately choked in their throats.

They were all dumbfounded, speechless for a long time.

Because Wang Yong was just a hit, he knocked Fujita out of the air!

All the preparations that Fujita had made in advance were useless. Like a small child who made a suit of armor out of leaves, provoking regular soldiers. As a result, it was punctured by a soldier with a single shot.

"Fujita-kun!" The four people behind hurriedly caught Fujita, who was knocked away.

Burst!

Fujita's face turned red, and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and his complexion quickly turned sallow.

In the first round, Fujita was injured.

Wang Yong stood in place for a long time, and gently hooked his fingers at the five people: "So without beating, it seems that it really takes five people to go up together to be enough for me to move my muscles and bones." Come on, hurry up, and have a breakfast. ”

It's almost ten o'clock in the morning, and even if there is breakfast, the stall is about to close.

Wang Yong's words were clearly insulting the five of them, and they couldn't last more than a few minutes under his hands.

"Hmph! Since that's the case, then don't blame us for bullying more and less!

The East also has Shaolin boxing, originated from the Shaolin Temple of Songshan in China, pays attention to turning the rigid into soft, is the authentic martial arts of the Oriental door exhibition earlier, is good at borrowing strength, its technology is mainly used for self-defense, and at the same time can also use empty hands to deal with a variety of sudden attacks, and can be arbitrarily pulled by the strength of the opponent, so that it falls short and then defeats.

The founder of this boxing method is Zong Daochen, who came to China to learn boxing before World War II, brought Shaolin boxing back to the East, and then founded the Dongyang Shaolin Temple Boxing Alliance, which officially became a martial arts school in the East.

"Fortunately. Wang Yong arched his hand and said lightly.

"Chai Qi! Treasure Courtyard Drift Spear Technique! But today it would be unfair for us to fight more and less, so I don't need a ten-character gun. Please advise!"

Wang Yong nodded.

The ten-character gun is a special kind of spearman in the East. Similar to the collection of Huaxia spear, halberd, and ge, the front end is a cross-shaped spear tip, and the small forks on both sides can hold the enemy's weapons, and there are sharp blades, and it can also kill people when withdrawing. It has skills such as rolling, slashing, knocking, rubbing, and knocking, and is almost invincible on the battlefield.

The founder of this spear technique is a monk soldier of the Oriental Treasure Temple, and the most famous user of the Tomonji gun is called Sanada Yukimura, who once broke into the Tokugawa main camp alone, and killed the enemy with a spear, and the Tokugawa almost committed suicide. If it weren't for the breaking of Tokugawa's handsome banner, Sanada Yukimura lost his goal and eventually died of physical exhaustion, and the history of the East would probably be rewritten. And Sanada Yukimura is also known as the first soldier in the East.

I don't know what level this Chai Qi's ten-character gun has practiced, and I don't know if the marksmanship that is now circulating in the East still includes the original killing techniques.

"Domoto, the heir of Juhedo!"

Iaido is a well-known school in the East, and it is also known as the sword drawing stream. This genre is not only powerful in swordsmanship, but also in a kind of empty surgery without a knife.

"Ping Gong, catch the heirs of surgery!"

Capture surgery, that is, the art of unarmed grappling. In the East, according to the different technical styles of various capture surgeries, it can be divided into battlefield capture surgery and quick capture surgery. The former is the killing technique of the samurai on the battlefield, and the latter is the official technique of catching and chasing the murderer, the two are slightly different, but they are essentially the grapplers of China.

At this time, Fujita, who was injured by Wang Yong, also forcibly suppressed the injury, stood up, and said: "Fujita! Fujita Henglian is a legend! I will definitely repay you twice as much for that punch!"

Wang Yong didn't even look at Fujita, and seemed to ignore Fujita at all.

This couldn't help but make Fujita angry, but when he was angry, he felt a sweetness in his throat, and almost a mouthful of blood rushed up.

Only then did he realize that he had fallen into Wang Yong's routine, Wang Yong clearly saw that he was injured, and deliberately stimulated him to get angry and aggravated the injury.

"Hey, good intentions! But no matter how good the scheming is, it is useless in the face of absolute power. Now that you're done, can you start?" Fujita said with a sneer.

After speaking, he took a step forward and stood in the center.

But he was ready to carry Wang Yong's attack head-on.

The other four people were tacitly dispersed around Wang Yong and surrounded Wang Yong.

The five-person stance should have been discussed, and different positions were chosen according to the different playing styles of each person, so as to maximize everyone's strength.

It can be seen that although the five people disdain Wang Yong verbally, they actually regard Wang Yong as their great enemy in their hearts, and they dare not slack off a little.

In an uproar, all the trickle disciples sitting on the ground couldn't help but stand up, stretching their necks to look at the six people present.

Everyone knows that the most tense moment has come.

Whether Wang Yong continued to kick over the trickle of the Dao Pavilion, or whether the five masters successfully killed Wang Yong, it was all in this short moment.

"Come on, Master!" Ying Lang shouted with a wave of his fists, full of confidence in Wang Yong.

"Come on!" shouted the Rakshasa as well, as if she had forgotten the grace of Yoshio Funakoshi's fist.

"Ganbalu!" the trickle disciples also shouted in unison, cheering for the five Fujita people.

The onlookers were enthusiastic, only the six people present seemed unusually calm, everyone was expressionless, as if they couldn't hear the loud voices around them, and there was only the opponent in their eyes.

After a while, Wang Yong suddenly smiled: "Don't wait, let's go together." After 10 rounds, I lose. ”

"What?"

"Arrogance!"

"Too much deception!"

Fujita was furious.

The five of them are also the same sect masters, and Wang Yong is ashamed to say that the battle will end within ten rounds, which is simply the biggest insult to the five people.

Rumble!

Fujita took the lead, his fist broke through the air, and smashed at Wang Yong with a whistling sound.

When Fujita's fist strength was about to reach Wang Yong's body, Chai Qi, the heir of the Treasure Academy's gunmanship, also moved.

His boxing skills are all derived from gunmanship, and the structure of the human arm is actually similar to that of a large gun. Using the hand as a gun, it can also wield the lethality of the spear.

Chai Qi's arm trembled, like an elastic gun, with the shadow of a shadow, pointing at Wang Yong's upper body. With his eyesight alone, he couldn't tell where the target point was that Chai Qi wanted to attack.

Airplanes!

At this time, another buzzing sound sounded, but it was Kimura who also made a move.

His fists are extremely strong at the beginning, but in the middle of the fight, they become silent, as if they suddenly turn feminine. If you underestimate its power because of this, you will be in a ploy. Kimura's heavy punches are famous, and once broke a bull with one punch, and it was really a one-punch killing, and the bull didn't even scream, and then fell.

If Wang Yong is hit by this punch, I am afraid that he will have at least a few bones broken.

"It turns out that you are the one who hides deeply!" Wang Yong's eyes lit up, ignoring Chai Qi and Fujita, and turned directly to Kimura.

As soon as he made a move, he did it with all his might, and his hands were clenched into a fist print, with a sonic boom like a fighter jet, and it slammed towards Kimura.

"Not good!" Kimura thought that his fist was heavy enough, but who knew that Wang Yong's punch was even heavier than his!

And first-come, nearly twice as fast!

And taking advantage of this buckle seal, Wang Yong's figure was as if he had been precisely calculated, and he successfully avoided the attacks of Fujita and Chai Qi.

Boom, the entire gym was filled with the sound of air blasting, and strong air currents scurried in the middle of the gym, as if everyone was not on the ground, but in the turbulent airplane.

"Such a powerful punch, Kimura can't stop this punch!"

Domoto and Heinomiya, who had not made a move and were waiting for the opportunity to kill with one blow, all changed their faces greatly, and they all shot out to help Kimura resist this punch.

It's just that the two of them only heard Wang Yong laugh for a long time, and the sound came from the rumbling fist.

"It's naïve to think that three people can stop me! A gap is a gap, and no matter how many people can make up for it!"

In the next moment, Wang Yong's fist mark collided with Kimura's fist, only to hear a sound like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the air flow dispersed, making a sharp whistling sound.

Clusters of white gas rose between Wang Yong and Kimura, covering the figures of the two of them.

Everyone's eyes widened, searching hard, wanting to know the results of the white qi.

Burst!

Before the white gas dissipated, everyone heard a sound of vomiting blood, and then a large mouthful of blood spurted out from Kimura's location, and at the same time, Kimura's muffled snort of pain was heard.

Domoto and Heinomiya also snorted at the same time, and it seemed that they were also affected.

When the white gas dissipated, the situation of the three people who fought was exposed to everyone.

Kimura had an abnormal blood red on his face, apparently injured. And Domoto and Heigong also had bad faces, and the positions of the two were not in place, and they retreated more than half a meter.

Only Wang Yong is calm and relaxed, safe and sound.

Hiss!

All the trickle disciples gasped and were frightened.

This Chinese man is so terrifying? One person and one punch, he repelled the three masters?

Is this still human?!