Internal strength is not the internal force in martial arts novels, those magic skills that can fly up the mountain with kicks and kick their legs, and explode the river with their hands are all fictional.

The so-called internal strength is qi - the human body is born with qi, but no one can use it reasonably.

Martial artists all say that the qi sinks into the dantian, and the dantian is the place where the qi is stored. Storing qi in the dantian, then passing through the meridians and discharging it through the hands, this is the internal strength.

Coincidentally, Yan Murong has internal strength. What surprised him was that Chang Xiaopeng, who was not very good-looking, turned out to be a master of internal strength.

In terms of strength, although Yan Murong seems to be emaciated, even if he doesn't use internal strength, his explosive power in an instant is very large, not to mention that he can kill a cow with one punch, at least it is not comparable to ordinary people.

But the moment Chang Xiaopeng's fist flew quickly, Yan Murong felt the breath of internal strength. But it was too late, and Yan Murong could only lift his breath and swing his fist in an instant.

Chang Xiaopeng came first, coupled with the speed of running and the strength of internal strength, this power is not as simple as one plus one equals two, and Yan Murong is swinging a fist on the spot, or temporarily and quickly bursting out of internal strength, so this punch, Chang Xiaopeng only took four or five steps back, and he was almost knocked off the boxing ring - if it was not stopped by the rope on the edge, it would have fallen down.

The corners of Chang Xiaopeng's mouth curled up, as if he was smiling, as if he was saying to Yan Murong: How is it, you didn't expect it, right?

Seeing Chang Xiaopeng smiling, Yan Murong was angry, staring at Chang Xiaopeng with cold eyes, and his right hand trembled slightly.

At that moment just now, he instantly raised his breath and swung it all, and his internal strength had not fully burst out, but he was able to block Chang Xiaopeng's punch, and his entire arm was shocked and a little numb - if Yan Murong's reaction was not fast enough, and he simply hit it with his fist, I am afraid that now his arm would not be numb, but broken.

"I didn't expect you to have internal strength." Yan Murong moved his sour arm, and did not rush to make a move, but looked at Chang Xiaopeng and said. "It seems that the two championships you won relied on internal strength, which is not surprising."

"Interesting." Chang Xiaopeng looked at Yan Murong and said expressionlessly. "Looks like you're a man with inner strength too - I thought I could break your arm with one punch."

"Disappointed, aren't you?" Yan Murong opened his mouth and said with a smile. "It doesn't matter if you're ugly, your heart is so black. Thanks to me standing here, if it were someone else, you would be yin. ”

People are ugly, and their hearts are black - these two words came out of Yan Murong's mouth, like a sharp knife, making Chang Xiaopeng unguardable, a knife through his flesh and skin, digging his heart and liver, making the anger in his heart like a thermometer roasted by fire, rushing straight up.

"You're really looking for death." Chang Xiaopeng's face was distorted, and he gritted his teeth and said.

"Sooner or later, people will die." Yan Murong smiled slightly. "It makes no difference if you die two days early, two days later."

Yes, Yan Murong just wanted to provoke Chang Xiaopeng, simply to provoke, not to find his flaws while provoking him.

Although Chang Xiaopeng's internal strength that erupted just now was strong, Yan Murong also knew that this guy's internal strength was far worse than him, and the reason why he suffered was because his internal strength broke out temporarily and did not fully exert himself.

Chang Xiaopeng didn't mind others saying that he was ugly - the more he minded, the more Yan Murong had to say it, just to see the angry expression on his ugly face, which made Yan Murong feel like eating ginseng fruit.

It doesn't matter if he's psychopathic, or it's a bad taste, anyway, Yan Murong just likes to do this, and he never gets tired of it.

"Then I'll send you to hell." Chang Xiaopeng shouted angrily, and rushed towards Yan Murong, who was stimulated by Yan Murong and had long forgotten what friendship was for, now, he could only rush over, press Yan Murong to the ground, and punch him a few times according to his handsome face, it is best to disfigure Ya, and then take the pair of leather shoes made of crocodile skin, leave a few forty-two yard shoe prints on his face, and finally spit on his face. In this way, you can relieve gas.

With preparation, Yan Murong was no longer flustered, his body retreated slightly, and he slapped away the punch that Chang Xiaopeng hit with one hand, and then, his right leg kicked out from the right down and up.

Since he wanted to play for real, then Yan Murong didn't care about the rules that the referee said.

If you want my life, I'll kick you in the balls, it's fair.

"Smack!"

Yan Murong's kick did not succeed, but Chang Xiaopeng grabbed his ankle with his other hand.

After being slightly surprised by the other party's reaction speed, Yan Murong jumped up on the spot, his body spun in place in the air, and the other leg swept out, and the target went straight to Chang Xiaopeng's face.

It was already ugly enough, Chang Xiaopeng was willing to be kicked by him, and he didn't care about counterattacking, he quickly let go of the hand that grabbed Yan Murong's ankle, and his body stepped back.

Yan Murong kicked in the air, but he also freed the ankle that was caught, stood in place and looked at Chang Xiaopeng with a smile, and hooked his finger at him.

Provocation, naked ~ naked ~ naked provocation.

The clay man still has three points of earthiness, not to mention Chang Xiaopeng, who has been called ugly by Yan Murong three or four times, and now he is provoking him again, which is already beyond his tolerance.

"Pedal, pedal—"

The floor was shaken by Chang Xiaopeng's running, and when he approached Yan Murong, Chang Xiaopeng's body suddenly slowed down, first kicked out, and after being blocked by Yan Murong, his fist smashed towards Yan Murong like raindrops.

Fast, the fist speed is very fast, at least one second to move the hand speed, the people sitting in the audience only saw a fist shadow dancing in the air, and the sound of "popping" was endless.

Yan Murong is known for his speed, although Chang Xiaopeng's fist is fast, it is still too slow compared to Yan Murong, a monster whose manual speed is close to twenty times a second.

After Chang Xiaopeng's round of fast attack, Yan Murong saw the vacancy, held Chang Xiaopeng's fist horizontally with one hand, and formed a palm with the other, passed through the fist shadow, and was directly imprinted on his chest.

Sensing the danger, Chang Xiaopeng was frightened, but it was too late to dodge, and he was slapped on the chest by Yan Murong's strong palm.

"Pedal, pedal—"

Chang Xiaopeng was beaten and took several steps back before he could stabilize his figure, but he was shocked in his heart.

He could feel that Yan Murong didn't use his internal strength in this palm just now, and if he used internal strength, he would have to break at least a few ribs.

In an instant, Chang Xiaopeng's heart to wash away the shame was a little shaken - this guy was a pervert, he was even faster than his fist speed, and he didn't react to the palm just now.