These seven people are here to challenge, and it is obvious that they are stepping on the stepping stone of Yang Bufan, showing their strength, and then being reused by Longmen. Which of these masters hidden in the folk is not arrogant, and no one is convinced? If it weren't for the Longmen Headquarters saying that they would not be able to hurt people's lives, they would defeat Yang Bufan, even if they didn't kill him, at least they would have abolished him.

For this kind of door-to-door challenge, does Yang Bufan still treat them like guests? Good tea? There are no doors. Besides, the troll is his own subordinate, and he always has to protect his younger brother as the boss, so of course the tone of his speech is not good.

It was precisely because of his tone that the atmosphere in the gym suddenly became depressed, especially that Wang Lao, his fists were clenched, and the bruises on his face skyrocketed. My lungs are about to explode. I can't help but be angry by the little gangsters, and now I still encounter this kind of deputy hall master, is it really easy to bully an old man?

"Without further ado, I'll try your fist and foot kung fu, but your mouth is as good as your kung fu." Wang Lao stepped out in one step, and the momentum of his whole body burst out.

"Can't help it? Cultivation, do you understand what cultivation is? The corners of Yang Bufan's mouth twitched.

has lived for decades, but today he is taught by this junior what is self-cultivation? Wang Lao rushed out suddenly, and then his body that rushed forward jumped suddenly, and the distance of more than a zhang came in the blink of an eye, and his five fingers and claws grabbed Yang Bufan's throat, accompanied by a cold shout: "I don't need you to teach the old man a lesson, take the move." ”

Ape fruit picking?

Whether it is Wang Lao's movements or demeanor, it is obvious that an ape rises up to grab the fruit, but his claws are as fast as lightning, and he is mighty and vigorous, and he knows that his strength is not weak at a glance, and he also regards Yang Bufan's throat as a fruit, and his shot is also ruthless, if he is really caught, the throat is estimated to be lost.

"Did you move the killing intent?" Yang Bufan sneered, took two steps back suddenly, and when Wang Lao stepped forward again, his body was like a full bow, and his fists were like arrows, and he suddenly blasted over.

The fists and claws touched, Wang Lao suddenly showed a sinister smile, opened his five fingers as much as he could, pinched Yang Bufan's fist, and then retracted it suddenly, and his five fingers pierced into Yang Bufan's fist like the tip of a knife.

Yang Bufan collected his left fist, and with a "brush", five blood marks suddenly appeared on his fist, but his face did not change in the slightest, and he hit his right fist at the same time.

"Brush!"

With the same closing punch, Yang Bufan's right fist once again left a blood stain.

"But that's it." Wang Lao's disdainful voice sounded, if Yang Bufan was like this, he could use his claws to directly grab Yang Bufan's fist to scrap.

"Really?" Yang Bufan's face was full of waves, and he still threw punches to close his fists, although the flesh and blood on his fists were blurred, he didn't say anything.

Wang Lao began to look relaxed, but when he took the fifth punch, he felt the pressure, because Yang Bufan's punches were bigger than the other, and each punch was heavier than the other. And he also felt the weirdness of the internal strength coming from Yang Bufan's fist, and even Yang Bufan's whole person became a little weird.

The punches and footwork are completely mismatched, and the strength and the fists he casts do not match, as if Yang Bufan showed eight points of strength, but Wang Lao only felt forty percent of the strength in the collision. This kind of energy is consumed a lot, but it can't be used completely, just like a novice who has just broken through the first layer of internal strength.

What they didn't know was that Yang Bufan practiced the Seven Kills of "Vermilion Bird Jue", but when he used the Seven Kills Fist, he mobilized the strength of "Green Dragon Jue" and "Tiger Jue", and it was strange that the three of them were displayed together, which was not weird.

"If that's the only thing, then I'll abolish you." Wang Lao also increased his speed and strength in an instant, but what shocked him even more was that as Yang Bufan threw the sixth punch, the punch instantly skyrocketed more than three times, giving him a kind of pressure that could only be hard-connected.

"What a weird punch." The middle-aged man standing next to the gym frowned.

"Bang!"

The fists and claws met again, this time Wang Lao's claws were still grasping Yang Bufan's fist, but the fist shook suddenly, Wang Lao wanted to continue to grab it, and it seemed to be bounced away by a powerful force, he took half a step back slightly, and after six punches, he retreated for the first time!

But Yang Bufan's seventh punch followed, this punch was stronger than the punch just now, and it was definitely not half a point, it was completely jumping up.

"Bang ......"

"Kick!!"

This time, Wang Lao actually took two steps back to stabilize his figure, he was slightly shocked in his heart, and seemed to have thought of something, but sneered: "Is this your killing move?" Seven punches down fist to fist, one punch is stronger than the other, but you are useful against others, and against me, you are still a little tender. ”

Yang Bufan didn't answer, his body swept forward again, repeating the move of the Seven Punches, but this time the speed was faster and the strength was greater.

However, Wang Lao is not an idle person, he has already seen through the basic routine of Yang Bufan's seven fists, and it is much easier to deal with it, "brush the ......"

Wang Lao's body is more flexible than that of an ape, constantly circling around Yang Bufan's body, and his sharp claws continue to grasp Yang Bufan's body, Yang Bufan's clothes have been torn in many places, and there are also several long scratches on his back and chest, which are dripping with blood.

Pressure!

Yang Bufan felt that the pressure was constantly increasing, not only the pressure that Wang Lao gave him, but also his own pressure, every time he punched, it seemed to hollow out every trace of strength in his body, his limbs were hundreds, and his internal organs were about to dry up.

However, he was completely immersed in boxing, and he had long forgotten the pain in his body, at this time, he only had one thought, and kept playing seven killing punches, and after hitting seven punches, he repeated ...... In the back, every time he punches, it seems to be natural, and the force of each punch is just right.

"Damn, he's boxing!"

As an outsider, the remaining six masters saw it clearly, and at the same time their faces were full of horror. In a short period of time, although Yang Bufan seems to be injured a lot and is at a disadvantage, his fist is becoming more and more proficient, this is not practicing boxing, what is he doing?

"What a big courage, dare to practice boxing in life and death, this Wang Lao is a master at the peak of the third layer, and in a short time, he should be about to step into the realm of knowing his fate, but he doesn't want to become a sparring partner for this surnamed Yang."

The middle-aged woman said in horror, and was even more surprised by Yang Bufan's courage, the slightest carelessness in the battle between life and death, it was a serious injury or death, and few people regarded this competition as a joke and an opportunity to practice boxing.

"Seven kills and seven punches!"

Yang Bufan suddenly burst into a shout, and a punch burst out without any fancy punches, his momentum suddenly changed at this moment, high or low, if his momentum just now was equivalent to the third layer of internal strength, then at this time he seemed to be a novice who had just broken through to the first layer of internal strength, high or low, which made people confused.

"Boom!"

The fist smashed on Wang Lao's claws, and the fluttering punch only slightly shook him back, but it did not have the slightest lethality. Although this punch has arrived, the strength displayed by Yang Bufan is too weak, and it is only the first layer, which happens to be the internal strength that has just broken through.

"Hahaha...... What if you practice this set of punches? The gap between us is not something that boxing can bridge. Wang Lao laughed arrogantly.

"Whew!"

Yang Bufan took a deep breath, slowly suppressed the restlessness caused by the excessive energy in his body, and then looked at Wang Lao calmly, "Really?" Then you can take my punch again! ”

As soon as the words fell, Yang Bufan's body moved, shadowed and followed, and his fists hit six punches in the blink of an eye, when he was one step away from Wang Lao, Yang Bufan's momentum soared suddenly, and the internal strength from the first layer to the second layer, and at the third layer, he climbed to the fourth layer of the realm of knowing his fate.

"This ...... Is this my delusion? This Yang Bufan is obviously only the strength of the second layer of internal strength, how could he burst out with such a powerful momentum? The middle-aged man muttered to himself.

The middle-aged woman's mouth was surprised enough to stuff an egg, but she felt Yang Bufan's killing intent, so she didn't think much about it at all, and shouted: "Deputy Hall Master Yang, be merciful!" "If you follow this punch, Wang Lao will definitely not be able to stop it.

"Die!" Yang Bufan's face suddenly became gloomy, and he didn't close his fist, and at the same time, Wang Lao also gritted his teeth and was ruthless, giving up his hard shoulder, and grabbed Yang Bufan's throat with one claw, ready to lose both.

Wang Lao thinks that he is over sixty years old, and he will not lose if he loses both, Yang Bufan is still young, and he will definitely not dare to fight for his life.

But he was wrong, when his steel-like fingers were embedded in Yang Bufan's throat, Yang Bufan didn't dodge at all, and slammed a punch on Wang Lao's chest, Wang Lao's heart was pounding, and when his right hand wanted to grab it violently, there was a sudden overwhelming force in his chest, and his fingers didn't have time to pinch Yang Bufan's throat......

"Click!"

Wang Lao's sternum broke, and then his chest collapsed, and with a "bang", his whole body flew backwards abruptly, flew past the gym, smashed the glass window six meters away, and fell down from the fifth floor.

"Poof!"

The sound of heavy objects falling from the sky and hitting the ground sounded clearly, as if it could be heard clearly on the fifth floor.

The remaining six people hurriedly ran to the balcony, looking at the old man downstairs who had been smashed into a pile of meat paste, they looked at each other one by one, and at the same time their faces were like ashes, and their hearts seemed to be cold. Turning around, looking at Yang Bufan, who came over step by step, their scalps were hairy.

The Longmen headquarters spoke, just to learn, not allowed to hurt people's lives, but Yang Bufan still killed now, it should be said that this killing method is even more cruel than killing the two bandit brothers. Did this guy take the words of the Dragon Gate Headquarters to heart?

"I'm sorry, this is a discussion, sometimes I can't tell the difference, I started a little heavier just now, I'm sorry." Yang Bufan came out with a very innocent expression and smiled, "Who wants to continue to compete?" ”

The hearts of the six people were beating wildly, Wang Lao was killed by your punch, let's continue to challenge, isn't this looking for death? Who knows if you're going to continue to be a killer.

The middle-aged woman stood up, arched her hand, and said, "We are not opponents, so we will leave!" ”

The six of them glanced at each other and maintained a high level of tacit understanding, and it was best to escape from this place as soon as possible. When the six of them turned around and were about to leave, Yang Bufan said in a deep voice: "Wait! ”