"Wow!" The specific details of Wang Ningyuan and Qiao Dali's fight are not clear to ordinary people, but Wang Ningyuan suddenly stopped, from extreme movement to extreme quiet, forming a contrast.

"Whew!" Then, they saw Qiao Dali's big fan-like palm fall on Wang Ningyuan's body.

"Hit!"

"Kara!" They even mimic the sound of bones breaking in their heads.

Lin Zhichang breathed a sigh of relief, and the depression in his heart finally disappeared a little.

Hehe, so that you dare to humiliate me!

Lin Zhi had seen Qiao Dali leave a handprint on the shell of a car, and with this kind of strong power, he didn't believe that Wang Ningyuan would be safe.

Qiao Dali was not as optimistic as the spectators, his eyes were solemn, his fighting wisdom was not low, and when he subconsciously felt strange, his palm had already fallen on the other party.

Different from the expected fleshy feeling, his strong palm seemed to land on a piece of steel, and the strong countershock force shook his wrists numbly.

The huge force was transmitted between the two, and Wang Ningyuan remained motionless and deeply endured this palm.

"Huh?" People finally found out that something was wrong, according to common sense, the person who was hit by Qiao vigorously would not still stand in place, and usually flew out screaming.

"He resisted!" The people shouted incredulously.

"Could it be that he has also practiced foreign kung fu such as the Golden Bell Jar, otherwise how could he block Qiao Dali's domineering iron sand palm."

"This ...... How can it be? Qiao vigorously slapped his palm, but even five or six bricks had to be shattered, could it be that he couldn't make iron? The smile on the corner of Lin Zhi's mouth froze.

Even if Nima is made of iron, he must leave a mark and vomit blood!

Thinking of this, Lin Zhi suddenly shuddered, and finally felt the real taste of fear for the first time.

"Okay, then let's do it once!"

As Wang Ningyuan spoke, he glanced around, and everywhere his eyes passed, it was like a pinprick piercing his eyes, making people can't help but bow their heads and dodge.

"Smack!" When Wang Ningyuan spoke, he dodged and avoided the second palm, and one of Qiao Dali's fleshy palms was immediately imprinted on the pillar behind him.

The steel skeleton and the concrete-poured pillar shattered a large piece, and after the palm left, a large clear palm print was left on the spot.

"Whew!" The onlookers took a deep breath, and only then did they understand what the concept of Qiao Dali's palm was, and Wang Ningyuan, who could catch this palm with his physical body......

They shuddered in unison when they thought of this.

"Come on, I won't dodge, Brother Strong, use some force, I'm okay!" Wang Ningyuan stopped again.

"Drink!" Qiao Dali didn't believe in evil, and raised it to his chest in one breath, his face suddenly turned red, his forehead was bruised, and the other hand that was placed on his abdomen to defend also poked out.

"Look at my trick."

With a move of double dragon to take water, the palm of his hand carried the sound of the wind, and it slapped on Wang Ningyuan's body.

A martial artist has always been the most confident in his own strength, however, at this moment, his belief was subverted, how could he be willing?

"Hey, hey!" Wang Ningyuan still didn't dodge or dodge, and took these two palms alive.

Qiao Dali's strength is indeed amazing, the two palms come out together, the power is superimposed, Wang Ningyuan also had to take two steps back to unload the force, and his chest was shocked.

However, at the same time, Qiao Dali retreated five or six steps with a sudge, and a pair of thick palms trembled.

He raised his palm and put it in front of his eyes, his eyes full of incredulity.

"Internal force release?"

The moment he made contact again, Qiao vigorously noticed a burst of qi erupting from the other party's body, sharp and piercing, and his pair of hard flesh palms immediately hurt like pins and needles.

The problem is, not to mention the needle, even an ordinary dagger would not want to hurt his palm.

Looking at the red spots that appeared in the palm of his hand, some places had gathered into small droplets of blood, Qiao Dali confirmed his guess even more.

It turned out that the other party's level had reached the realm of internal force and light and darkness, which was half a foot into the realm of martial arts, and he could be called a master.

Ordinary martial artists and fighters have practiced hard for more than ten years before they can touch the threshold of martial arts, and when they step into it, there is a four-level division of heaven and earth Xuanhuang.

"No wonder you just started to strike a flawed pose, is this the so-called no-trick winning move? I didn't expect that compared to internal strength, Brother Wang, your martial arts have reached this level. Qiao Dali muttered to himself.

"Ugh!"

What the? What the?

Wang Ningyuan was speechless, how could he not know whether he had the realm of winning or not?

"This, in fact, there is no way to win, I just have stronger eyesight, accurate vision, fast speed, plus more strength, rough skin and thick flesh to resist fighting." The other party's words made Wang Ningyuan extremely embarrassed.

"Presumably, Brother Wang is now a Xuan-level martial artist in the Xuanhuang of Heaven and Earth (equivalent to the second layer of the spiritual realm, but the quality and means of spiritual power of cultivators are naturally not comparable to ordinary martial artists, and it is normal to kill people by leaping over the level), it was really disrespectful before." Qiao Dali, who had just stepped into the yellow-level martial artist, decided to guess and talked to himself, which made Wang Ningyuan very helpless.

Wang Ningyuan naturally didn't know that unlike the cultivation realm, the exercises cultivated by ordinary martial artists were rough and simple, and they were accumulated over time, and they might only have the opportunity to advance after more than ten years of cultivation. Don't say that the heaven-level and earth-level, in a small city like Laishi, I can't even find a few Xuan-level and Huang-level.

Even Hu Zongping only stepped into the Xuan level with half a foot.

"Haha, you're welcome, you're welcome!" Wang Ningyuan was full of awkwardness and politeness to Qiao Dali, who had changed from a rough man to a literary crepe student, and the people outside the audience were even more puzzled by the change in the surname of this drama.

"Hu Yin, gang leader, and all the elders, I don't have any opinion on Brother Wang Lin commanding us first, and with the help of a Xuan-level martial artist, I think we will definitely be strengthened." Qiao Dali suddenly turned around and announced loudly to everyone.

"Good!" The gangs who reacted were also very excited and excited, there was a big master on their side, and their strength had skyrocketed, who was not happy?

"Well, thank you brothers for lifting up." Wang Ningyuan was unceremonious, the scene in front of him was exactly the result he wanted, and only by suppressing it and convincing this group of people could he make a big effort in investigating his own affairs in the future.

"Lin Zhi, you don't have an opinion now, right?" Wang Ningyuan asked Lin Zhi who was silently shrinking into the crowd in the first sentence, and his tone was cold.

"No, no!" Lin Zhi had a bitter face, frightened, and wanted to leave, but he didn't dare.

"Then restrain your subordinates and make a good contribution in a while." Wang Ningyuan lifted it high and put it down gently, without thinking too much.

"Good, good!" Seeing that Wang Ningyuan had no intention of looking for trouble, Lin Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and agreed loudly.

Although he is worried about settling accounts after the autumn, he will deal with the current hurdle first, and then he will offend many people miserably today.

"Okay, let's summarize the information we have collected, let's make a simple plan, ask Uncle Li and a few other elders to check it, and strive to take down the fat in Bakken's hand."

PS: Ask for a ticket collection!

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