Drinking a bottle of 'Eight Treasures Killing Soup' not only replenishes physical strength, but also allows the wound on the arm to heal quickly.

"I'm going to be serious, I'm afraid I can't take care of you, so you're just waiting for me here!"

Huang Shaohong said casually knocked the little tiger in his hand unconscious, as a master of transforming strength, the strength was used just right, put the little tiger on the roof, he freed his hand, and planned to play it seriously.

He is very unhappy now, extremely unhappy, not because of injury, but because he has been thinking about it a little, and he seems to be used as a whetstone by the person behind the scenes!

When he Huang Shaohong first entered the micro-level and stepped into the transformation of strength, in order to hone his own strength, he used almost the entire fighting world in the capital to make his own whetstone.

Karate, taekwondo, and the national arts world, all the kicks that should be kicked have been kicked, and more than a dozen dark strength big boxers have been put down, and now he is being used as a whetstone, and this irony has successfully aroused his anger.

Huang Shaohong smiled coldly, don't you want to play, see if you cry in the end!

At this time, the purpose of rescuing the Siberian Tiger family has automatically dropped to the second place, and the first place is that he has to give this breath first.

He jumped straight from the back of the house, behind which was the training ground of the training camp, and he wanted to bypass the main road and go straight to find out the person behind the scenes.

He could see clearly in the air before riding the flying carpet that there were dozens of training venues of all sizes in the entire training camp, with different functions.

At this time, the training ground he entered was a labyrinth-like field, consisting of a two-meter-long and three-meter-high brick wall, which seemed to be a training ground for training street fighting and observation skills.

This kind of training ground looks more like training mercenaries, and Huang Shaohong doesn't know what the use of a training camp for training black boxers is to have this kind of venue.

He looked for the direction and walked through this labyrinth-like field, and suddenly he saw a cold light flickering, and from both sides of a wall, two yellow men with two daggers were stabbing at the same time.

Huang Shaohong was not surprised at all, not only did he hear the sound of breathing from behind the wall when he walked over, but also from the moment he was about to get serious, he had already changed the hunter's tracking skill from 'tracking beasts' to 'tracking humanoids'.

In front of the 'tracking humanoid', unless it is a dead person, the other party will be embedded in the wall, and he can clearly know the other party's location.

The latter reached out his hands first, pinched the throats of the two of them, and made two sounds, crushing the throat bones of these two yellow people, for those who wanted to kill him, Huang Shaohong definitely had no mercy.

"I'll just say these two pieces of garbage are cannon fodder......" After a chuckle, an Asian teenager in sportswear walked out, standing five meters in front of Huang Shaohong, standing against the wall, with a light smile on his face, and raised his head: "Uncle, what do you call it!" ”

This person spoke Chinese, as if he was sure that Huang Shaohong was Chinese.

'Bang, bang' footsteps sounded, and a strong black man with a body of more than two meters, comparable to the big shark O'Neill, with a sturdy upper body, stood five meters behind Huang Shaohong, with a cruel smile on his face: "Hey, which of us will do it first!" ”

As he spoke, a young man with the same red fruit upper body and a sheathed sword appeared on Huang Shaohong's left side, while on his right side was an Asian with a white cloth wrapped around his hand and bronzed skin, who looked like he was playing Muay Thai.

The demeanor and momentum of these four people after they appeared on the field gave people the feeling that I was a master.

Huang Shaohong asked the young man in front of him with an indifferent face: "You are also from Huaguo?" Now get out of the way, I don't have to kill you! ”

The young man smiled and said, "Uncle, Cui Niu also has a limit, okay, if you can kill me, you have to fight to know!" ”

After he finished speaking, he stepped forward violently and shot Wing Chun dart fingers, and at the same time, he stepped on Huang Shaohong's face bone with his front foot!

Huang Shaohong shook his head secretly in his heart, there are always some people who can't recognize themselves and kill themselves.

He pecked the crane with a move, and the five fingers were like a crane's beak, and when he made a move, he made a sharp sound of breaking the air because the speed was too fast, which sounded like a crane's song.

The spine bowed slightly, the shoulders fell and the elbows fell, the whole person looked like a crane fishing in the water, a crane pecked and then came first, five fingers together, poked at the young man's temple, the dark energy directly penetrated the body, punctured the other party's blood vessels, crushed the brain, and gave the young man a pleasure.

Seven orifices bleed, Yongchun boy...... Shoot!

"Yaga!" The silver light flowed, and after the young man with the knife in his left hand scolded the Japanese language, the knife crossed the sky like a meteor, and instantly slashed to the side of Huang Shaohong's neck, which was also a move to save and want to harvest his life.

The Muay Thai master on the right moved almost at the same time as the devil, and a kick kicked directly to Huang Shaohong's chest and abdomen, only this leg has at least 500 catties of strength, and if the kick hits ordinary people, it can directly shatter the internal organs.

Huang Shaohong really didn't understand, how could these people feel so good, obviously they didn't even have dark energy, but they didn't have long eyes to provoke themselves, the Sect Master.

He stretched out his left arm lightly, his five fingers like hooks, grabbed it with his fingers, grabbed it towards the knife, and at the same time raised his right leg, and kicked the Muay Thai kid with a move of 'Tiger Sweep'.

The devil and the Thai brother were all happy, and they all thought that Huang Shaohong was crazy.

Originally, they saw Huang Shaohong solve the Wing Chun boy with one move, and they were worried that the other party was a great master, but at this time, they were completely relieved, and when they thought about it, they would use their bare hands to catch the Tai knife and kick the Muay Thai master with their legs, which would not be done by a normal person.

In addition to their surprise, they added three points of strength on their hands and legs.

Huang Shaohong made contact with the devil's knife with a tiger-shaped split, but the touch point was extremely ingenious, a palm accurately split on the knife ridge, the knife ridge sank, he took advantage of the situation and grabbed it, and the five fingers of the tiger claw grabbed the knife body, and suddenly 'collapsed' and directly broke the knife into two sections.

At the same time, his swept calf collided with the Thai brother's sweeping leg!

'Click'!

The natural sound of the fracture reached the ears of the Thai brother, which made him extremely satisfied, but 0.01 seconds later, the sharp pain in the leg ruthlessly told him that the broken leg was his own.

Huang Shaohong inserted the half-cut knife into the throat of the devil with his left hand, and at the same time, before the Thai brother's leg broke and fell, he reached out and pressed it lightly in his heart.

The strong man, who was comparable to O'Neill, laughed out loud at this time, and said in English: "Boy, you killed them so that I could monopolize the bonus, I really want to thank you so much, come on, let me break your neck!" ”

After he finished speaking, he took a big stride and rushed towards Huang Shaohong.

It's good that this big man stands still, this rush, his footsteps shake the ground and tremble, and the shot is a collision in the wrestling, with his giant body, using this move, it is no worse than the killing of any boxing king, and even to a certain extent, it is still excessive.

Huang Shaohong didn't wait for him to get closer, and a step up and move the block hit the belly of the Big Mac, which could knock ordinary people more than ten meters away, but only knocked the Big Mac back five or six steps, and then knelt on the ground with a painful look on his stomach, blood kept flowing out of his mouth.

"Whose neck did you say you broke off?"

Huang Shaohong walked over and reached out to pinch the other party's neck, and with a 'click' of his five fingers, he pinched the opponent's neck bone, and humanely helped him end the pain of the previous punch.