"Why don't you let him have a big fight with Qiao Dali?"

"Better? Doesn't that one just now reflect Brother Wang's strength? Don't you see that your men can't even pull out their guns? Hu Zhou said coldly and sarcastically.

"I said, it's a sneak attack, a sneak attack! You let him compare it uprightly, although his speed is fast, but Qiao Dali is a real practitioner, besides, what's the use of running faster, who can be faster than a bullet? Lin Zhi replied angrily. He naturally didn't know that Wang Ningyuan was indeed faster than a bullet, but people could catch it.

The crowd began to stir again, and their curiosity was ignited.

Indeed, from beginning to end, the thunder strikes displayed by Wang Ningyuan were based on speed and surprise.

The realm of ordinary people is not enough to judge Wang Ningyuan's strength, but what if it is an upright duel?

"You're messing around!" Hu Yinqi's face turned red.

"Alright, Hu Yin, let me come! Now we have more important things to do than to resolve the dispute as soon as possible. Wang Ningyuan raised his hand and looked at his watch, and after entering the factory, nearly ten minutes had passed.

"Okay, then I'll ask Brother Qiao Dali to teach you a lesson or two." Wang Ningyuan turned around and learned to clench his fists and bow his hands.

"Buzz!" In the small space of the factory, the atmosphere instantly became warm with his action, and people talked about it and expressed their opinions.

"Okay!" The black man's face was flushed.

His eyesight was far from being comparable to that of other gangs, and for Wang Ningyuan's speed under the blessing of fifty percent of his spiritual power just now, Qiao Dali could still catch some tracks. Therefore, in addition to being cautious in his heart, he also ignited a raging fighting spirit.

A warrior is a person with strong blood and strength, and he has a belligerent factor in his spleen.

Everyone retreated, giving way to a vacant space in the middle, and Wang Ningyuan and Qiao Dali walked into the middle of the field.

"Qiao Dali, aren't you boasting that you are invincible? Don't be embarrassed if you can't beat him. Lin Zhi took advantage of the retreat and passed by Qiao Dali's side, and said something inadvertently.

"I want you to take care of it!" Qiao Dali replied unceremoniously, he was not stupid, he knew that it was Lin Zhi who was provoking, but the martial man's spleen and surname made the fire in his heart burn even more violently.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

Qiao slapped his palms vigorously, and after three consecutive slams, the green tendons of his palms burst out, like small earthworms, which was the result of the rapid flow of qi and blood, and then, the two hands returned to their original state, but between the taps, there was a faint sound of gold and iron.

"Brother Wang, be careful, I'm practicing iron sand palms! It is not a fake style of inserting sand on the rivers and lakes, but an authentic horizontal practice of external kung fu, from the outside in, practicing muscles, bones, skin and flesh, and raising a dantian qi. After Qiao took a deep breath, his words buzzed, and the bones of his body crackled like firecrackers, and the loose clothes on his body bulged all at once.

"Good!" People who know a little about martial arts applaud.

"Good!" People who didn't understand saw this fierce momentum, and applauded even more, and their palms turned red.

"This is the backbone of our gang after the Hu gang leader left, a small gang like our Panhu Gang, it is lucky to be able to come to this kind of master online."

"Well, it's a pity that Qiao Dali's father left early, otherwise now that he is here, he will be able to suppress the whole gang, and the other elders, to be honest, what is left besides prestige?"

There will always be some gap between the old and the new factions in every organization, and in the underground world, the young and new gangsters are determined to forge ahead and pay more attention to the respect of force, while the patriarchs tend to focus on keeping the results.

Compared with Qiao Dali's amazing momentum, Wang Ningyuan's performance was mediocre, he just rolled up his sleeves casually, revealing his muscular arms, and stood motionless.

"No, the arms are so white." Some of the boring gangsters are still concerned about this.

"This ...... Will he be able to do it? Is it confident, or afraid. ”

"In my opinion, this person should be good at light skills, right? These people tend to be slender and flexible, and I've heard about their practice. First, the bamboo basket is filled with sand, and people run on the edge of the bamboo basket, with special internal skills, every once in a while, they take out some sand until they can finally run on the empty bamboo basket. A person who had practiced martial arts for a while touched his chin and said.

"Then you see, which of them has a better chance of winning?"

"A person who is good at light body kung fu, then his attack power may not be strong, and he is afraid that he will suffer a loss if he fights hard with Qiao Dali! Look at Qiao Dali's momentum, martial arts is a real beginner. The man sighed.

"Let's fight!"

When the crowd was talking, Qiao Dali couldn't hold back and took the lead.

When the two of them looked at each other just now, he was secretly looking for flaws in each other's bodies, however, to his surprise, Wang Ningyuan's posture was completely offensive and defensive, and there were flaws everywhere in his body.

This...... Are you kidding?

In desperation, Qiao Dali could only stride forward and launch an attack after more than ten seconds.

"Whew!" Compared with ordinary people, his big hand was a full circle larger, and he slapped it out with one palm, like a big pu fan, and hit Wang Ningyuan's face.

Before the palm of his hand arrived, a strong wind came to his face, and Wang Ningyuan secretly praised.

As far as martial arts are concerned, he can't catch up with the other party even if he pats the horse, but Xiuzhen, a cultivation method that can make people reborn, is far better than martial arts.

Spiritual power poured into his eyes, and the trajectory of that palm was quickly captured, and Wang Ningyuan turned sideways slightly, passing by him.

"Hah!" Qiao Dali saw that a palm was missing, and he was not in a hurry, the palm of his hand changed his move, the palm of his hand changed from a slap to a cut, and the knife slashed towards Wang Ningyuan's shoulder, while the other hand was in front of the abdomen, defending himself.

After a short move, the surrounding crowd watched with bated breath.

I saw that Wang Ningyuan's body was slightly short, and he retreated suddenly, still avoiding the knife easily and thrillingly.

The next few encounters were about the same, Qiao vigorously palmed the hand fiercely, waving and whirring, like a big windmill, but he didn't catch a single hair of Wang Ningyuan.

"Hey, are you okay? How do you keep running away? Lin Zhi was also anxious when he saw it, as an outsider, after calming down, he found out how fast Wang Ningyuan's speed was.

He spoke aggressively, but this time no one responded.

People are not stupid, they are a little disappointed not to see you coming and going, but they can also judge Wang Ningyuan's strength.

This kind of ghostly speed, no matter how strong the attack power is, if you can't hit it, you are blind!

"Don't run if you have a kind!" Lin Zhi shouted angrily, and then, he found that Wang Ning's wind-like figure suddenly stopped.

"Great!" Lin Zhi was overjoyed, just in time to see Qiao Dali slap Wang Ningyuan's shoulder and arm with a palm, and the other party had no intention of dodging.

The joints are thick and can split brick walls!

What would it be like to be hit in the palm of your hand like this?

PS: Ask for tickets

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