"These two people's fists and kicks have been practiced to the point of entering the house, senior brother, if you want to win him, it doesn't seem that simple. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Heh, junior brother is inevitably underestimating me, Li Tianyang's Guoshu Pavilion, known as Cai Li Fo's Hongsheng Zhengzong, was defeated in my hands, and he couldn't keep the plaque of the town hall, so he had to escape into the Hero City, just such a junior, he could still turn the sky upside down......"

"I always felt that this kid was different."

In the morning light, Yu Geng and Lin Xianming looked at the competition on the field, and exchanged ideas with each other in a whisper. In fact, Lin Xianming said it simply, but he didn't dare to be careless in his heart, just kidding, if he can win Yu Geng, it means that he has the strength to fight with him. At this time, Lin Xianming took a deep breath: "This is also ...... Cai Li Buddha boxing routine? ”

In the smoke and dust, the two fought extremely wildly, in the smoke and chaos, Zhou Ning and Wang Yinlin fought each other, and they couldn't even tell who was who. A moment later, the smoke went out, and Wang Yinlin's left hand, which had been hidden behind him, suddenly trembled, suddenly stretched out, and bounced Zhou Ning's fist away, and then flew up, like a crane running down in the blue sky, flying towards the opponent.

Zhou Ning was taken aback, his reaction was extremely fast, and at the moment when Wang Yinlin pounced, he quickly retreated, Rao was like this, and was also hit in the chest by the opponent's fist like the crane's mouth, and he took a few steps back before standing up straight, with an extremely solemn look in his eyes.

In the stands, Lin Xianming said lightly: "Lin Yaofu's predecessors are really willing, just taught the secret kung fu of the Zonghe faction to a person with an art investment teacher, this kid's Feihe Gong is only afraid that Lin Yaofu's seventy true inheritance, and what he is good at is obviously not only the southern kung fu, this game, you don't need to watch it, Wang Yinlin will win nine times out of ten." ”

Wang Yinlin's expression was also much more solemn, he didn't know how many people were defeated in that trick Feihe Gong, even if he met Su Qi'er, he was sure that he would hit the opponent the move just now, but the guy on the other side was able to fly back before the strength was the body, when did Zhou Liwen's Cai Li Buddha Sect have such a talent?

The two of them rose and fell, and they exchanged more than a dozen moves very quickly in the field, and the almost inhuman power collided together, and at the next moment, after Zhou Ning took a few steps back, he rubbed his chest, and then ravaged again, the fight between the two was almost the most direct collision from the first time, such a fight, from the beginning it was fist to fist, and several stone tables and chairs around were knocked away, Zhou Ning was flying up, in the blink of an eye, he had already received two punches and one kick on his body, and he also returned three punches, grabbed a flower pot next to him and threw it over, but was also smashed by the other party's punch.

"Bang", the flower pot was shattered under Wang Yinlin's fist, the broken ceramic pieces and soil flew in the air, Wang Yinlin squinted slightly, and was disgraced by the splashing soil, he was not panicked, but his left leg stood still, his right foot was lightly lifted, and the sound of crane chirping was gently spit in his mouth, and the fist was extremely rigorous.

Zhou Ning took advantage of this opportunity to rush forward, his brisk feet seemed to be floating on the ice, and he swung out a long fist, which slammed over with a subtle spiral.

"Popular light as walking on ice, this is Luohan boxing?"

Wang Yinlin's heart shook, he turned around slightly, took the opponent's wrist with his right hand, and at the same time stretched out his left hand to peck at the opponent's Shenmen acupoint like an eagle falcon.

Zhou Ning punched out, was predicted by the opponent, turned the fist into a palm in an instant, and used a half-style Dharma hand, when Wang Yinlin's left hand pecked at his Shenmen acupoint, he used the Dharma hand just slapped the opponent's forearm. Wang Yinlin's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly withdrew his hand, but instead of retreating, he moved forward, his left leg was slightly raised, and suddenly he turned into a whip and kicked it towards Zhou Ning's knee.

At this moment, Zhou Ning remembered Zhang Yi's words: "When you fight with Wang Yinlin later, you have to be careful of his poke feet, as the saying goes, the south fist and the north leg, although Baihemen is good at boxing, but Wang Yinlin is a master of art, I fought with him before, and I planted it on his legs......"

This is Wang Yinlin's poke? This man punches the south and kicks the north leg, and he is indeed an extremely formidable opponent.

This whole process happened in a moment, Xuyun stood up, his eyes widened in surprise, as the last Qianlong, he has always thought highly of himself, even Cen Guhong is not in his eyes, but these two people ...... The fight made even him a little frightened.

When Zhou Ning's half-style Arhat punch passed, he was recognized by the opponent, turned the fist into a palm and turned it into an attack, and he was about to defeat the enemy, but he was hidden by the opponent's poke and a hand - the smoke and dust around him were still flying, and when Wang Yinlin's whip leg was about to kick Zhou Ning's knee, Zhou Ning spun to the side slightly. The wind of this kick chased over, and Zhou Ning's knee was scratched with a "bang", and the knee position suddenly became red and swollen, and it hurt hotly.

is a little different from the previous opponents, except for Xiang Yu and Zhu Hai, Wang Yinlin's strength is the largest among the opponents Zhou Ning has encountered, regardless of Xiang Yu, a non-human, Wang Yinlin's body is much more sensitive than Zhu Hai. With the power of a kick, he flew up in the air again, and pecked at Zhou Ning's head with his right hand.

The secret method of the Zonghe sect - Feihe Gong!!

Everyone held their breath.

The martial arts competition is the most taboo to leave the ground, but Wang Yinlin's move is magnificent, like a bird flying in the blue sky, and the cold wind is like a mountain and a sea.

Between the two of them is a small stone tower in Tallinn, surrounded by pines and cypresses, Zhou Ning stood a foot away in front of him, he already fully understood that this person in front of him was indeed not inferior to Yu Geng, he took a steady step, did not retreat or dodge, and collided with the opponent's Feihe Gong with a punch!

This punch surprised everyone, Yu Geng narrowed his eyes, what a familiar punch!

The fist made a loud roar in the air, as if cutting the air, and made an extremely obvious spiral circle, no one could understand the power of this punch, after the loud sound that shook the air, Wang Yinlin's mountain-like figure just pounced, and flew backwards backwards, and on the other side of the stone tower. Zhou Ning put away his fist, and the next moment, he was already flying in the air, and he clicked at the position on the second floor of the Tianzhong Tower, and used his strength to fly and kick in the direction where Wang Yinlin was.

At this moment, the defense turned into offense, and it was only a blink of an eye, and everyone was so enthusiastic that they didn't dare to blink, no one thought that such a game would only appear in the qualifiers. Even the finals are qualified, right?

Wang Yinlin fell back in embarrassment, touched a spear on the ground, lifted it, his way of holding the gun was very strange, unconventional, to the left grasp of the gun, the red tassel of the spear danced in the wind, the moment the gun wind whistled, Zhou Ning did not dodge at all, kicked Wang Yinlin in the air, while the opponent staggered and fell, a little toe, hooked a long boring on the ground, held it in his hand, flew back to the second floor of the Tianzhong Tower, holding the long boring obliquely pointed at Wang Yinlin, fist to fist, spear to long boring.

Come on! Wang Yinlin shouted frantically, carrying a spear, and rushed over, and the entire ground seemed to be shaking. For the first time in recent years, he had encountered an adversary who was not afraid of him, and he was going to fight hard.

"Whew-"

Wang Yinlin waved the spear in his hand, the red tassel danced wildly in the air, and in a blink of an eye, he ran to the bottom of the Tianzhong Tower, and the next moment, he jumped up high, holding the gun in his left hand, and conjured up a thousand gun shadows.

Zhou Ning waved the heavy long boring, this weapon was still a little rusty in his use, and then, in the eaves of the second floor of the Tianzhong Tower, the long boring cut through the falling pine leaves, and stabbed out with all his might.

Wang Yinlin's figure at this time had just jumped to the eaves of the second-story tower, revealing half of his body, his fierce eyes looked at Zhou Ning for a moment, and the spear in his hand suddenly shot out from the left side of his body, facing Zhou Ning's long boring.

The shadow of the gun and the shadow of the boring kept shaking, never meeting together, testing each other, only a moment later, Zhou Ning danced a long boring, volleying to meet Wang Yinlin, who rushed over, the guns and boring of the two finally touched together, making a dull roar like thunder.

In mid-air, Wang Yinlin's white White Crane Martial Arts Gym martial arts uniform danced violently in the air, and at the moment when he was thrown backwards, he pointed his gun at the edge of the tower, and finally landed on the other side of the second floor with a bang, pointing at Zhou Ning with a gun.

Opposite him, Zhou Ning carried the second long boring on his shoulder, and stared at Wang Yinlin who was walking forward step by step for a moment.