Siping boxing is a military body boxing, smelting hundreds of boxing, the name is not good, but in fact it is also a profound boxing method, although it is called boxing, but also practice palms, legs, skin, meat, bones, to the bone refining layer of Siping boxing is almost practiced. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In a year, Zhang Sanlang has practiced Siping Quan to the realm of meat training, the realm is not high, but the cultivation speed can be described as terrifying. Because he didn't have a medicinal bath to practice his body, he didn't have any herbs to eat, he lived in a dark and damp prison, and he ate prison food.

Looking at the opponent in front of him, Zhang Sanlang's small eyes flashed with a dangerous light, he was estimating the strength of the opponent, and for a while he felt that he should be able to kill the opponent, but this time he had to change the way. In the past, he was able to torture the opponent to death, that is because people with a little vision can see that he is much stronger than the opponent, this time it is different, the opponent's strength should not be underestimated, he estimates that he has practiced to the late stage of skin training, and has touched the threshold of meat training, compared to his own strength will not be much worse, the most important thing is that the strength he showed is also the level of the middle stage of skin training, everyone thinks that he won the opponent by a set of footwork, he must hide clumsy, he must survive until the final ring match, he can't die.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Sanlang made a decision in his heart, stared at his feet, and quickly rushed towards the opponent, and in the moment before the two sides made contact with their hands, Zhang Sanlang made a mistake at his feet, and bent down from the opponent's armpit and went behind the opponent.

The two sides were almost back to back, Zhang Sanlang's right hand became a claw, and his backhand slashed back, with the help of the inertia of the body, this batch of claws was powerful and heavy, making a whistling wind sound, and the target was the other party's vertebrae.

Those who can survive from thousands of people to the present are not stupid, Zhang Sanlang's opponent must have studied Zhang Sanlang's style of play, and almost at the same time, this person is also a backhand. Because Zhang Sanlang took the lead, although this person blocked Zhang Sanlang's attack, he was still struck by Zhang Sanlang, and four pieces of flesh were torn off his back, and the injury was not serious.

This person reflexively looked at Zhang Sanlang, his eyes were manic, like a mad bull, he roared and rushed towards Zhang Sanlang. This person's attack was wide open, the attack was fierce, and a pair of arms danced like wheels, and he fought hundreds of blows with Zhang Sanlang in one breath.

It's just that this person's feet are obviously not as erratic as Zhang Sanlang, Zhang Sanlang uses his body to hit and dodge at the same time, and the force blows received by these hundreds of hits are not very heavy, but the bare arms are red, which looks a little shocking.

But Zhang Saburo had a heartfelt look, with a painful look on his face, as if he was not good at close combat, of course, Zhang Saburo was not good at close combat in all games.

The two sides attacked each other, and it seemed that no one had taken advantage, and everyone was injured, and everyone's enthusiasm was ignited at once, screaming, yelling, and scolding endlessly.

Long Yuan, who was sitting between everyone, did not put his eyes on the ring at all, a pair of eyes that were originally bright were empty at this time, and the wisps of light that flashed from time to time in the depths of his eyes also looked obscure, and no one noticed it, and Long Yan Long Yi beside him was no exception.

In the sea of knowledge, the churning waves rolled into a pot of rotten porridge, and the noisy sound turned into wisps of visible sound and melted into Long Yuan's congenital soul fetus, the expression on the face of the congenital soul fetus became more and more vivid, and a shallow smile flashed from time to time, as if he had realized something, and his closed eyes were also spinning around in his bones, as if he was about to open them.

The shouts of the hero building are getting louder and louder, and there are more and more wisps of voices visible in the sea of knowledge, and the originally extremely noisy sound is like a mess, and it seems that a clue can be found from it, but now no one knows what will happen if this clue becomes longer and clearer, and finally all the sounds become silent and turn into wisps of voice, and all the voices are all fused into Long Yuan's innate soul fetus.

On the stage, Zhang Saburo and his opponent have been fighting for half a cup of tea, and the physical energy of both of them is consumed hugely, and the sweat of soybeans keeps dripping from the heads of the two of them, and the red eyes are staring at each other and are eager to eat each other.

After fighting for so long, it was another battle of life and death, and both of them suffered different serious injuries.

Zhang Sanlang looked even more miserable, one of his right eyes was almost burst, the red was purple, the purple was black, the swelling was bigger than a walnut, and a trace of blood was left from the corner of the eye, as if a ghost. The nose was crooked and collapsed, the bridge of the nose had been obviously shattered, the corners of the mouth were also blue and purple, the chin was also cracked, and the cheeks on both sides were swollen like a pig's head.

A pair of hands trembled, two fists were as red as blood, swollen like a sand bowl, drops of purple-red blood dripped from above, and if you looked closely, it was clear that there were many flesh and blood in his fingernails, and there were traces of blood hidden in these flesh and blood. On the chest, thighs, and back, you can see clear fist marks, and Zhang Saburo's back is also bent, panting, and it seems that he will fall down in the next moment.

And his opponent seems to be good-looking, there is no scar on his face at all, but his face is pale and scared to death, as if a piece of dead meat has been soaked in salt water for half a year, and the sweat droplets of soybeans fall on it, giving people the appearance that all his body energy has been squeezed dry, and his lips are white and trembling. There was a faint trace of blood on the back of the chest, and when I looked deeply, I could see a series of finger scratches that were deep and bone-seeing, and almost all the key parts were scratched by Zhang Sanlang.

This person looked at Zhang Sanlang's eyes with hatred, but more despair, he understood that his injuries were much heavier than Zhang Sanlang, he now took a deep breath and his chest was aching, and his arms would tear the wound on his back, he now had a deep sense of powerlessness, he just looked a little better than Zhang Sanlang, what he expected most now was that Zhang Sanlang also thought so, so that the other party had a feeling that he was inferior to him, this was his only way to survive. It's just that Zhang Sanlang would think so, he didn't dare to think deeply, he could only rush to the death and struggle, in order to exchange for a ray of life.

"Fight, why don't you fight, are you two watching your daughter-in-law, keep beating me."

"Big man, you went up and killed that monkey, do you know that Lao Tzu put 50,000 taels of gold on you."

“......”

The noisy sound became louder, and almost ninety percent of the voices demanded that Zhang Sanlang be beaten to death.

"Ah......h

Zhang Sanlang's opponent let out a wolf-like howl, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and the important acupoints on his body rushed out one after another bloody arrows, and the whole person rushed towards Zhang Sanlang frantically, and his body was three points faster than before.

Zhang Sanlang's eyes slowly became clearer, looking at the counterattack of the other party before he died, a cold smile flashed in the corner of his eyes, how could he fight hard with the other party, he not only wanted to win this ring, he also had to win the last ring, how could he be too seriously injured.

This is Zhang Sanlang's tactical play, little by little to kill the opponent, with his dominant footwork, wandering around the opponent, identifying a finger mark, slashing down, picking out the opponent's flesh and blood, and pulling out the vitality, for which he did not hesitate to bear the opponent's heavy punch, and now he has succeeded, the opponent is already at the end of the crossbow, as long as he survives these few breaths, the opponent will naturally fall.

The ending was really as Zhang Saburo expected, he didn't have a hard encounter with the opponent, he really couldn't dodge, so he fought hard to withstand the opponent's punch, and once again cut off a piece of flesh and blood on the opponent's chest or back. After a few breaths, Zhang Sanlang's opponent suddenly stopped, his face turned red in an instant, and a desperate roar came out of his mouth, and a bloody arrow spurted out, and the person fell on his back.

Zhang Sanlang won, the crowd suddenly became silent, but after a while, a wild cry broke out in the sky, the sound waves were like waves, impacting everyone's eardrums, the blood of the people who won listened to it spurted, and the people who lost listened to it were so angry that they vomited blood.

This is the gambling fist of the Hero Building, exchanging other people's lives and dignity for their own carnival, the fallen person is like a yellow leaf falling from a tree, no one cares, no one cares, except for the group of corpses vegetarian meals, who are full of officials and imperial historians who have nothing to do.

Su Muyang had already walked to the ring at this moment, he stepped forward to look at the situation of Zhang Sanlang's opponent, used various secret methods to visit the signs of this person's life, and then walked to Zhang Sanlang's side and raised Zhang Sanlang's arm high.

The crowd was even crazier, and those who lost money were also crazy at this moment, and the death of a death row prisoner seemed to be exchanged for a large group of people to revel, which seemed to be worth it.

"Hahahaha, Fourth Brother Meng, are you still satisfied with this boxing match?"

Long Yan stood up and laughed wildly, and the laughter spread in all directions with true qi, suppressing everyone's shouts, and at this moment Long Yan was also crazy. He has a reason to be crazy, he not only won hundreds of thousands of golden tickets, although he has never had so much gold, but the most important thing is that he won the Angry Sea Crazy Divine Sword in Meng Si's hand, he is a student who has just entered the Luyang Taixue Palace, a child of the Long family who has just turned twelve years old, and won a child of the Meng family who has dropped out of the Taixue Palace and has reached the age of twenty, he Long Yan can finally stand as tall as them, who in his Long family dares to say that he is an upstart.

Winning this game is of great significance, Long Yan feels that it is really significant, he seems to see that he replaced his grandfather and trampled the Luo, Fei, and Meng families under his feet, and the entire descendants of the Long family looked at him with an abnormal reverence, at this moment, Long Yan felt that his blood was boiling.

"Haha, satisfied, satisfied, Long Lao Wu, you have a good eye, this Angry Sea Crazy Divine Sword is yours."

Meng Si of the Tianquan Hall let out a hearty laugh, the entire Hero Building heard it, there was no discouragement or annoyance in the laughter, seeing him so lightly deliver his voice to everyone's ears, this person's cultivation seemed to be even higher than Long Yan. Then a book flew out of the Tianquan Hall, shooting towards Long Yan with a whistling sound, and the naked eye could see that there were waves of sound rolling around the book, as if it could be smashed into a mountain.

Long Yan snorted coldly, what is this, what is this, he is so arrogant, he is so bold, and he pretends to be so like he is not exposed. Long Yan rolled up his long sleeves, and he also put the book into his sleeve lightly, and then sat down. Only Long Yi noticed that Long Yan's sleeve had been torn, and his eyes indicated whether he was injured. Long Yan shook his head, and then said fiercely: "Except for Luo Jun's waste, none of these wealthy children are easy to get along with." "In the fight just now, he actually suffered a loss.

Long Yi shook his head and said, "They are so good-natured, the Long family has already taken them down." ”

Long Yan was stunned, then nodded, and took out the Angry Sea Madness Divine Sword Spectrum in his sleeve, and looked at it, it turned out to be a manuscript. Long Yan handed it to Long Yi next to him: "Give it to Mr. Lu to transcribe a copy." ”

Long Yi took the knife spectrum and left his seat and went to the seventh floor.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the first boxing match has ended, if you win, Xiao Lao'er wishes you to win more in the next game, and if you lose, Xiao Lao'er wishes you to win more in the next game. Well, without further ado, everyone still has half an hour to place bets and invite the next group of players to the stage. ”

Half a quarter of an hour later, Fei Liu's voice came from the Yuheng Hall on the seventh floor: "Long Lao Wu, now it's our turn to gamble, this lion's roar bets on the wind and thunder gun in your hand." ”

Long Yan looked at the two fighters in the ring, and then frowned, he was not interested in either of these fighters, judging from the information, he couldn't tell which side was weaker and which side was stronger, and the odds of the two sides were also very close.

After pondering for a while, Long Yan asked, "Sixth, do you want to gamble?" ”

Long Yi shook his head and said, "Don't gamble, I don't feel it, I'm not sure." If you really want to gamble, then ask Mr. Lu and see what he has to say. ”

As soon as Long Yi's words fell, Lu Xiufu's voice came: "Two sons, you make your own decisions about this matter, don't ask me, Madam won't let me interfere." ”

"Forget it, then choose one blindly, it doesn't matter if you lose, you have to earn if you win."

"Hehe, then let the old seven choose one, I feel that the old seven can choose one to win."

"I think so too." Long Yan laughed, then turned his head and asked Long Yuan: "Old Seven, who do you like those two people?" ”

Long Yuan opened his eyes and looked at the two boxers on the stage, the innate soul fetus separated a wisp of divine sense and probed over, and after a while, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he pointed at one of them casually.

In this boxing match, Long Yan lost, and the person Long Yuan blindly pointed at was beaten to death with half a cup of tea. Losing the Wind Thunder Gun Atlas and the Book of the Luck Method, Long Yan's mood was not very good, of course it was not very bad, and what was output was just a transcribed manuscript, of course, what he got from Luo Jun was also a manuscript, and as soon as he got it, he asked Lu Xiufu to re-transcribe it, and the loss was not big, but he lost face, which was what Long Yan valued the most.

"Sixth Brother Fei, are you still interested in the sword spectrum of the Angry Sea Crazy God Knife, do you want to gamble again?"

"Haha, since you want to gamble again, I'll accompany you."

This boxing match is also two opponents with similar strength, Long Yan still let Long Yuan point to one, this will Long Yuan not make trouble, others don't know the strength of the players on the stage, will he not know, he can see it clearly with his divine sense, he just can't get used to Long Yan's arrogant appearance. With Long Yuan's intervention, Long Yan naturally won this time and obtained the cultivation method of the lion's roar.

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