The fight in the ring is in full swing, the famous twelve-way Tan leg is as fast as the wind, the strong and powerful inch leg specializes in the next three ways, the fists are like meteors catching the moon, and even the splitting belt is smashed with gusts of wind, the so-called hands are two doors, all with their feet to hit people, Tan legs have four hands, and people are worried when they see ghosts!

Gao Mingyang has been immersed in Tan leg kung fu for more than 20 years, I don't know how many black boxing masters have fallen under his feet, and he has practiced internal strength five years ago, and the trees with a large bowl mouth under the legs can be swept away, becoming more and more like a tiger with wings, and he has not tasted a defeat in the vertical and horizontal boxing ring for five years, and he made a big wish before he came, and he must trample the little devil under his feet.

On the other hand, Akagi Tetsuo's moves are much more messy, blindly blocking and dodging, maneuvering with opponents, and showing some painful expressions on his face every time he blocks a heavy leg, as if he will be kicked down at any time while struggling.

Xu Qing in the audience looked solemn, his eyes were fixed on the fist and foot exchange between the two, he found that when Gao Mingyang landed on his feet, there was occasionally a faint trace of milky white gas gushing out from his toes, but when Akagi Tetsuo blocked, a layer of light cyan air flow gushed out of his palms and arms, and he was almost sure that the expression on the little devil's face was pretended, and the purpose of doing this was nothing more than to make the game more interesting.

Xu Qing cast his eyes on the mud pill in the lower abdomen of the little devil, and sure enough, he saw that there was a small cloud of pale cyan gas condensed and did not disperse, this guy who pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger had reached a certain realm.

Xu Qing, who had a serious face, closed his eyes and looked inward at the dantian, he found that the golden gas stored in his dantian was at least ten times larger than the volume of the little devil's green qi, and it was also more pure, so it was not difficult to deduce that the other party was at least the middle level of the Yellow Realm, and he might even be only one step away from the peak.

The high fame on the stage will never be the opponent of the little devil, it is only a matter of time before he loses, and Tang Guobin's kind of character who doesn't even have internal strength is not enough for others to handle!

Xu Qing began to feel a headache, can the stubborn Tang Dashao listen to persuasion? In less than two days, how could it be possible for an ordinary person with no internal strength to defeat a little devil with the strength of the middle level of the Yellow Realm?

At this moment, the form in the ring changed, and the Akagi Iron Monster screamed, and a sharp palm knife pierced out from under the ribs, slashing into the oncoming leg like thunder.

Click! A tooth-aching bone cracking sound came into Xu Qing's eardrums, and when he looked up, he saw that Gao Mingyang had already sat on the stage with his left leg in his arms, with an expression of disbelief on his face in addition to pain.

Akagi Tetsuo turned his palm into a fist and slammed it into his opponent's cheek, and poor Gao Mingyang was hooked on his left cheek with a punch, and his head spurted out a mouthful of blood with broken teeth, and he turned his head and glared angrily.

"Haha! Chinese people don't look at a chicken (vulnerable). Tetsuo Akagi spat out a sentence of jerky Chinese, and then gave a thumbs up with a disdainful look and shook it at Gao Mingyang, who was sitting on the stage, and slowly turned his thumb upside down.

Gao Mingyang's eyes were red, and he spat out a mouthful of bloody thick phlegm with a pop, and scolded angrily: "Little devil, I □□ the eighth generation!" ”

Akagi Tetsuo raised his right palm diagonally to his left cheek, raised his foot and took a step forward, and the palm knife slashed obliquely on the opponent's shoulder, click! Gao Mingyang's left arm hung down, and his arm bones were broken, but he didn't even snort, a pair of bloodshot eyes glared at his opponent hatefully, and the black boxer also had a backbone.

"Paralyzed, little devil get down......"

"Uncle □□, you move again, believe it or not, Lao Tzu turned around and asked people to collapse you!"

"Get down!"

"Whoever goes up and beats this bastard to death, I'll give 10 million!"