Qing Ming walked into the ring, hugged his fists and said: "People from the rivers and lakes, Qing Ming." ”

He didn't say anything about his sect, after all, the Flame Sect was not known to outsiders, and it didn't have a superficial image like Shaolin.

"King of Fighters! Champ! Champ! ”

The audience ignored Qing Ming, but shouted at another middle-aged man walking towards the stage.

He doesn't have an exaggerated appearance, not even strong, if it weren't for standing in the ring and without the shouts of the audience, you would have thought he was an ordinary person.

The boxing champion's match was also 1-1, but the audience all bet on the boxing champion.

Qing Ming does not have the leader of Shaolin like Hui Cheng, and the audience does not have any sense of identity with him, but the boxing king is different, it is a boxer who has never failed again, he has not fought against other fighters in his boxing ring, only with boxers and other challengers in the kicking ring.

His records without exception, all ended in the death of his opponent, so that the audience has inexplicable trust in him, and it is also the boxing arena of the Divine Boxing Club, but this business is the hottest, which is the reason for him.

"Please!" The boxing king smiled, he looked at Qing Ming as if he was looking at a dead man, he had absolute confidence, he didn't believe that someone stronger than him would be a fighter and would be a bodyguard for others, but he was an exception, because he was the president of the Divine Boxing Club, the big boss of this boxing stadium.

Qing Ming stretched out his hand and said, "Please." ”

The boxing king did not make the first move, but maintained his original pride, and Qing Ming did not move, he was even more proud.

When the audience thought they were competing for momentum, they were competing for pride, and their pride did not allow them to make the first move, and they disdained it.

The audience was not in a hurry, and they didn't even dare to speak loudly, and a son-in-law brother said to the female companion next to him, "See? They are competing for momentum, looking for the opponent's loopholes, once whose momentum is weak, there will be loopholes, and the opponent will be caught and killed with one blow. ”

"Li Gongzi, you know a lot, how about we go and discuss kung fu together tonight?" The female companions around him were really attracted by his profound analysis.

Li Gongzi was glad that he had read more novels, which were all written like this, and once again knew the benefits of knowledge, and said with a smile: "Xiaoli, we have to discuss in bed today." ”

"Nasty." Xiaoli shyly turned her head and continued to watch the game in the ring.

Qing Ming can wait, the boxing king doesn't want to wait any longer, he is open to do business, if he stands here for a day, what is the matter? Who will come to see in the future, so he is angry, and he wants to take out his anger on this opponent.

The boxing king stretched out his right fist and hit straight towards Qing Ming, without any extra fancy, and the speed was not fast, as if he was going to lightly punch Qing Ming.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, he had already sensed the difference between the boxing king, and still stood there without moving, allowing the boxing king to punch towards him.

It was very relaxed, very casual, the boxing king hit Qing Ming's chest without any hindrance, and the audience became even more nervous, they couldn't understand it, they were curious, they were looking forward to it, and they wanted to see how it turned out.

Qing Ming felt that the force of this punch was very light, and even if it hit an ordinary person, he would not move.

Suddenly, a huge force came towards his chest, and the smile on Qing Ming's mouth became even bigger, he was really not mistaken, this was a master of the internal strength level.

If the master of internal strength does not use internal strength, they will not be able to see the internal strength, but they can make judgments through some actions, and the feeling of stepping on the ground and some subconscious actions are different from ordinary people, of course, this is not deliberately concealed.

The boxing king didn't think of Qing Ming's strength, so he didn't hide anything, and was directly seen through by Qing Ming, and when he felt this huge force, Qing Ming didn't make any moves, and still stood there.

The boxing king looked at Qing Ming in surprise, not knowing how he could withstand his internal strength, but before he could figure it out, he felt a huge force coming from He Qingming's right fist, and then the muscles and veins were broken, and streams of blood spurted out from his mouth, nose, eyes and ears.

Seven orifices were bleeding, and the boxing king's fist was still attached to Qing Ming's body, but it had already bled to death with seven orifices, and Qing Ming took a step back and walked towards the bottom of the ring.

The body of the boxing king fell slowly, and it didn't move until Qing Ming left, as if it was still just now.

Ye Feng looked at the group of staff members who rushed towards this side under the leadership of the manager, and sneered: "The boxing champions in your boxing arena have all been defeated, are there any stronger ones?" ”

"You're here to kick the field?" The manager was very angry, although the boxing king was his boss, the president of the club, and he was the second, but he was not happy that he was able to take the position because the boss died, but was very angry.

He is not because he has a good relationship with the boxing king, but because the entire community can become a second-rate black force in the East China Sea, or because the president of the boxing king is supporting him, and without the boxing king, they are nothing.

But he dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, such a powerful boxing champion died inexplicably, even if they all went together, they were not opponents.

At this time, he only had one idea, that is, to let the other party leave as soon as possible, and then take over the society, keep a low profile, and strive to continue to survive in the East China Sea.

Ye Feng played with taste: "Yes, it's not." ”

"What do you mean?" Hearing Ye Feng's words, the manager said coldly.

Ye Feng pointed to him and the people behind him: "We are here to get rid of your underground boxing stadium, not only this boxing stadium, but also your Divine Fist Club." ”

"You're the ones of that force?" Hearing Ye Feng's words, the manager panicked, he had never heard of such a strong force in the East China Sea, the previous hound could, but the main force had been defeated, and he felt that Ye Feng and the others might be foreign forces.

Ye Feng pointed to the roof of the building and said, "We have to know all the black forces in the East China Sea, the hound is the first, and you are honored to be the second." ”

"You got rid of the main force of the hounds?" The manager stepped back and yelled, "Run, run." ”

"It's late." Ye Feng looked at the manager and the other staff confidently, and then saw that although they were running towards the door, they ran to the middle of the crowd, and then laughed wildly: "We have hostages, you can't kill us." ”

"Hostages? You're smart, the last time I used a hand on the hounds, it failed, because they had hostages, but this time it's different. Ye Feng sneered.

The manager looked at Ye Feng in a panic, he thought of one thing, that is, to allow a death quota in the operation, he was afraid that Ye Feng would do something to them regardless of the lives of these hostages, and said in a trembling voice: "They are all sons and brothers of the East China Sea, if they die, their family will not stop." ”

"Did I say I didn't protect them?" Ye Feng asked rhetorically.