"Crane Guiding the Way" Xiao Qiang's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but shout in his heart in the face of Hua Lin's moves. 『』【Big&Book&Bag&Small&Talk&Net.】 】

From the chain of cloud-piercing legs just now, to the current immortal crane guiding the way, Xiao Qiang can already determine that this Huaxia martial artist Hua Lin should be a disciple of Feihe Gate. No, just because he has already used two consecutive tricks to fly the crane gate, it can be confirmed.

The stunts of ordinary sects will not be passed on to other martial artists, and even some sects have extremely harsh conditions. For example, the Qingfeng faction, the head Yang Yu must let Xiao Qiang marry his junior sister Yang Xue as his wife, so that he is willing to teach him all the moves of Qingfeng Inner Family Boxing, which is the so-called ancestral martial arts inheritance rules.

Hua Lin's crane guidance can be described as fast and ruthless, because the change of moves is too fast, there is simply no time for the opponent to react. And this side of the rapa seemed to sense the danger coming, subconsciously turned his head to dodge the rapid blow, but he was still half a beat slower, turned into a crane's claws and grabbed it, and pecked heavily on Lapa's shoulder and chest.

A sharp pain came, not only did not make Rapa panic retreat, but seemed to arouse his ferocity, roaring, not caring about his injuries at all, and even attacking with both fists at the same time, the violent fist wind even blew the corners of Hua Lin's clothes to fly, which can be seen how powerful this fist contains

Lapa completely uses a life-fighting style of play, he doesn't care about the pain on his body at all, that is, he wants to sacrifice his life to pull Hua Lin off the horse at the same time, this kind of self-sacrificing momentum is indeed very domineering, and often makes the opponent frightened. Hua Lin himself was not a martial arts master who had experienced a hundred battles, and as soon as he was forced by such a momentum, he immediately had the urge to escape. After being suppressed in momentum, the more he tried to escape, the more he found that he couldn't seem to escape Rapa's double-fisted attack no matter what

"Bang bang" only heard two dull sounds in Hua Lin's chest and abdomen, Lapa's domineering fist slammed hard, Hua Lin's eyes widened and his face turned pale, like a kite with a broken string, he flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string, and his mouth spat blood and fell to the ground, his body twitched lightly because of the strong impact, and his appearance was simply miserable.

There was a cold gasp sound from inside the palace, and many people were stunned by Rapa's terrifying fist, but soon there was a strong cheer.

Compared with Hualin's fancy moves, Lapa's simple and brutal and powerful attack is more in line with the interest and goodwill of Westerners. At this time, the steward hurriedly rushed into the ring and waved and shouted at Hua Lin, who was struggling to the ground

"One, two, three" When the steward counted to the eighth sound, Hua Lin gritted his teeth and put his head on the ground, and staggered to his feet again with his injured body stubbornly. Rapa gave him a disdainful look, his fists pounding against his chest and roaring like a beast, as if provoking and declaring war on his opponent.

For a while, the whistles and cheers in the palace sounded one after another, Westerners did not know what restrained humility was, in their opinion, only the winner was a respected person, no matter how beautiful your moves were, they only cared about who the winner was, obviously, Lapa was welcomed by them.

After asking Hua Lin a few words, the steward saw him nodding and indicating that he could continue to compete, so he withdrew from the ring. At this time, Lapa strode forward directly and launched a swift attack towards Hua Lin's swift initiative

Hua Lin, who had been punched twice, no longer had the initial ease of freehand, dodging Lapa's crazy attack while blocking and retreating, stumbling and looking wolf, only parrying and having no power to fight back, he was always defeated by Lapa's continuous punches, and finally forced to the corner of the ring, and there was no way back.

"Bang" Lapa smashed away Hua Lin's arms blocked in front of him with a punch, and his right hook hit him in the cheek, and this punch hit his whole person on the blocking rope of the ring, and with the rebound and stretching power of the blocking place, taking advantage of the moment when Hua Lin's body was bounced back, he reflexively kicked sideways, and directly knocked Hua Lin over in front of him

"Poof" Hua Lin's cheeks were red and swollen, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he fell straight down, completely losing the ability to continue fighting. However, one of his hands didn't know when he was just pulling the rope, and his fallen body didn't hit the ground under the force of the arm pulling, and he leaned on the blocking rope strangely.

Without falling to the ground, it proved that the two fighters could continue to fight, and Lapa looked angry and tried to completely incapacitate Hualin with a side kick.

"Bell Bell Bell" However, just as Lapa was about to make a move, the bell rang, and the time for the first round of the 10 minutes was just right. At this time, beside the ring, two royal guards who followed Hua Lin hurriedly rushed into the arena, and helped Hua Lin, who was seriously injured, to drag him to the horse bench in the corner of the ring to get a chance to breathe.

"Hmph, what kind of bell to ring, Huaxia martial arts is nothing more than that, if he takes a kick from me, he can go to hell, what is it better than what" As if to vent his inner dissatisfaction, Lapa scolded arrogantly, "What kind of royal guards, just with this guy's triangular cat kung fu, going to the palace to sweep the floor is almost a Chinese martial artist, it is a pile of mud that can't support the wall"

Lapa's words were very loud, and they were in broken Huaxia language, Xiao Qiang could understand the meaning of the irony of Chinese martial arts without relying on translation, and his brows couldn't help frowning. And not only Xiao Qiang, but the empress sitting on the throne couldn't even stand Lapa's cynicism, stood up from the throne suddenly, and said coldly, "Lapa, you mean, this empress has no eyes, and she has found a waste to be the chief of the royal guard, are you saying that this empress is incompetent?"

The empress's coquettish voice finally calmed down the arrogant Rapa, and he smiled and apologized before obediently returning to the opposite corner of the ring to rest, waiting for the start of the second round.

"Don't be angry, the queen is the winner, the loser is the king, and the Chinese martial arts are nothing in my opinion, far less reliable than the boasting." At this time, Wu Daoluo on the side sneered, "Her Majesty the Empress must have been confused by their fancy moves, and she was deceived for a while." I have said a long time ago that the duties of the royal guards are so important that they should be selected by me, the chief steward, after many layers of screening, and how can they be assigned by Her Majesty the Empress herself."

A trace of anger flashed in the empress's beautiful eyes, and the rise and fall of her full chest was obviously increased, but she still didn't make a sound, pretending to be calm and didn't even look at Wu Daoluo's side.

Xiao Qiang glanced at Empress Lisa a few times meaningfully, then thought about it and took the initiative to come to the corner of the ring near Hua Lin, and whispered to him, "Hello Brother Hua Lin, may I ask if you are a disciple of Yan Qiu, the head of the Feihe Sect."