Seeing Yan Murong's smile, Chang Xiaopeng wanted to die with grievances in his heart.

He is most proud of his kung fu. And now, Yan Murong slapped his pride on the ground with a palm.

To develop internal strength, it is not an overnight thing, and it is not like the protagonist in martial arts novels, there are always adventures - if you have nothing to do, you can jump off a cliff, or if you can't do it, you can jump into the river.

In short, they are all masters of rapid prototyping.

The internal strength is different, you have to lay a foundation since you were a child, and you can only achieve a little success after practicing for more than ten or twenty years.

He had practiced hard for twenty years to achieve today's achievements, but Yan Murong's palm made him disheartened.

He used seventy percent of his strength, but he was easily repelled by Yan Murong, which can be seen that the other party's strength is definitely above him.

Keep playing or give up? A difficult multiple-choice question was placed in front of Chang Xiaopeng.

Keep fighting, in the end you will definitely lose, although it is a friendship exchange, but losing is losing, there are so many people watching at the scene - even if they can't say it, they will think about it in their hearts.

If you don't fight, you can't swallow this breath.

Yan Murong said that he was ugly again and again, which angered his bottom line, and just now he shouted and shouted that he wanted people to die, and in a blink of an eye, he said that he would not fight, which was really embarrassing.

"You attacked first just now, now it's my turn, right?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

Chang Xiaopeng was angry with the smoke of the seven orifices, and he cursed secretly in his heart.

Damn, this is not playing billiards, you have one shot and I have one shot, do you still have to decide who will attack first?

Seeing that Chang Xiaopeng didn't speak, Yan Murong didn't care if he agreed or not, and in a flash, he had already arrived in front of Chang Xiaopeng.

Chang Xiaopeng was shocked, surprised that Yan Murong's speed would be so fast, and only let him see an afterimage, and the person had already arrived in front of him.

"Bang bang bang-"

Yan Murong's fist swung out quickly, and his hands were waving in the air as if they were cramping, and the group of people in the audience were even more amazed.

Chang Xiaopeng's fist speed was fast enough just now, and now Yan Murong's fist speed is a few points faster than Chang Xiaopeng's - if a high-speed camera is placed on the sidelines, it can be seen through slow motion that Yan Murong's fist speed has exceeded the range of human hand speed, and it actually exceeds fifteen movements in one second.

Seven of the ten men are stupid, eight are stupid, nine are bad, and one is a pervert~ pervert.

Chang Xiaopeng was really surprised in his heart, he didn't dare to keep his hand anymore, and his hands seemed to be twitching crazy, intertwined with Yan Murong's fists, and made a "bang, bang" collision sound.

Some people say that human potential is infinite, and when pushed to the limit, the potential will fully explode.

As reported in the news, a mother, who ran a distance of nearly a hundred meters in three seconds to catch a baby who fell from the upper floor, and an old lady, lifted a car with her bare hands and rescued her granddaughter.

Are they Supermen? Apparently not - this is an explosion of potential.

The more he fought, the more frightened Chang Xiaopeng became. Yan Murong's fist speed of nearly twenty movements per second made him almost unbearable - so, in order to save face, Chang Xiaopeng's potential exploded, and the fist speed actually reached Yan Murong's speed.

Yan Murong was also a little surprised while fighting, except for the old man and the little snake, the people who could keep up with his speed had not been discovered by him until now, but Chang Xiaopeng gave him a surprise.

You must know that every leader in a certain field is very interested in people who can compare with him, this is called seeing the hunting heart - Yan Murong is the same. He has been in the mountains for so long, and the only ones who have done it with him are the old man and the little snake, except for those killers who still have some combat effectiveness after coming down the mountain, he has never encountered an opponent with comparable strength, but Chang Xiaopeng's performance is a sight to behold.

As a martial artist, he could feel that Chang Xiaopeng's strength was not as good as him, but the explosion of potential impressed him.

As a result, Yan Murong's fist speed increased again, and he wanted to try to see how far Chang Xiaopeng could explode.

Who knows whose suffering, others can't see any changes in Yan Murong, they can only see a bunch of fist shadows, but Chang Xiaopeng, who is one of the parties involved, can't say it to Youku.

Originally, he had already exerted his extraordinary ability to block Yan Murong's attack, although he only resisted and had no chance to fight back, but it also made him excited, at least his strength broke through at this moment.

But suddenly, Yan Murong's speed increased again, which made Chang Xiaopeng, who had just been secretly happy, feel cold.

Perverted~ perverted, this guy is too perverted~ perverted, Chang Xiaopeng thought to himself, this guy's hand speed is still accelerating, or is he not a human being?

Gritting his teeth and lifting his breath - Chang Xiaopeng's speed is getting faster and faster, and he can keep up with Yan Murong's speed, which makes Yan Murong even more excited.

During the fight, Yan Murong's speed increased again, and the speed of his fist swing had exceeded twenty movements per second, bringing up afterimages in the sky.

Chang Xiaopeng can't keep up, he's already at the limit.

"Bang-"

In the shadow of the fist in the sky, a palm suddenly stretched out and hit Chang Xiaopeng's chest firmly.

The shadow of the fist disappeared, Yan Murong still made a palm slap posture with one hand, but Chang Xiaopeng left the ground with both feet and flew out upside down.

"Smack-"

Chang Xiaopeng's body hit the rope, and was rebounded by the rebound force of the rope, and finally fell face down on the ground.

Yan Murong withdrew his palm, walked over to Chang Xiaopeng, looked down at Chang Xiaopeng, who was lying on the ground and struggling to sit up, and said. "Yes, with this kind of strength, it seems that there is no less suffering."

"Fuck off." Chang Xiaopeng scolded breathlessly, he hated Yan Murong very much in his heart.

Yan Murong's slap on his chest just now caused him a little bit of injury, which was originally no big deal, but Yan Murong's palm slapped in the same position again, which immediately made his injury expand - although Yan Murong didn't use his internal strength and only relied on simple strength, he still felt that the ribs in his chest hurt badly, and it seemed to have been broken, and the stuffiness in his chest was also increasing, and he was a little out of breath.

"Poof—"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and then I felt a lot more comfortable.

"I hate it when people call me back." Yan Murong's eyes turned cold, and his eyes were like beasts, staring at Chang Xiaopeng who was sitting on the ground wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth.

"Haha, I scolded you, what can you do? Kill me? Haha, if you have the ability, you can try it. Chang Xiaopeng's eyes were red, and he looked at Yan Murong and shouted.

"As you wish." Yan Murong said coldly, and at the same time, one leg was also raised.

The old man taught him that all threats must be nipped in the bud.

"Yan Shao, keep people under your feet." Ning Kun, who was sitting in the stands, was immediately startled when he saw Yan Murong raise his legs, and hurriedly stood up and shouted loudly.