"Huh?"

On the training ground, a bald black man in bear skin glanced at Gu Shaoxing, who was standing with his hands in his hands, and his brows furrowed.

However, he only frowned and ignored it.

As the world's top boxer training camp, Siberian training camp naturally has no shortage of chaebols from all over the world, and the world's sons come to watch.

If he offends the owner of the money suddenly, the boss is afraid that he will tear him apart.

And Gu Shaoxing's body is imposing, and he is only wearing single clothes in Siberia, so he is afraid that he is also a master.

Easily, he doesn't want to provoke.

"Teng Qingshan......"

Gu Shaoshu saw at a glance that among the dozens of children in the corner, the thin and small boy who gritted his teeth and persisted.

When he embodied the Shape Yiquan, he had Teng Qingshan's memory, yes, although he was still an eight or nine-year-old boy at this time, Gu Shaosheng still recognized it at a glance.

Stompe!

Gu Shaoxing's footsteps lifted lightly, and slowly walked towards Teng Qingshan in the corner.

"Huh? What does he want to do? ”

The bald black man who had been staring at Gu Shaojue flashed a fierce light in his eyes.

The reason why the Siberian training camp maintains its status as one of the top training camps in the world is because of this brutal and bloody training method.

The Siberian training camp has a rule that no one is allowed to interfere with members who are training.

Even before, the big boss's favorite son died in the training camp, he just watched quietly and never spoke.

Without the bald black man to speak, the big men who walked in the line had already reached out and touched the long knives and guns on their waists.

Stompe!

Gu Shaoju's face was indifferent, and he didn't care at all about the training camp instructors who were eyeing him around, and slowly walked in front of Teng Qingshan.

Syllable!

His white palm reached out and pressed it on Teng Qingshan's shoulder.

"It's ......"

Teng Qingshan, who was in a trance, only felt a stream of heat coming from his shoulder, which spread to his whole body in an instant.

The frostbitten body, which was on the verge of collapse, suddenly regained its vitality, and it was even more energetic than before, and its strength increased greatly.

Hula!

All the ice that had congealed around him fell off and fell.

"You ....."

He raised his head and saw a young man in a black robe, with a smile on his lips, staring at him.

Under the faint rays of sunlight, it is like a god.

For a moment, unconsciously, he burst into tears.

.......

Stompe!

Cherf walked to the largest barracks in the middle of the camp.

The flames of the fireplace were blazing, and as soon as he stepped into the barracks, Cherf felt a breath of heat that dispelled the chill from his body.

At this time, in the middle of the camp, on the thick concrete floor, stood a tall white man in his early two meters.

The white man's head was shiny with oil, his naked upper body was full of explosive huge muscles, and his bare thighs were covered with thick black hair.

At first glance, there is a sense of oppression in the face of a beast.

He stood with his legs apart and staggered.

Two big black men smeared on him something like medicinal wine and grease.

"Let's get started!"

The big white man flicked his hands, pushed the two black men away, and roared, "With the greatest force! Hit me! ”

Call!

The two black men looked at each other, took two steps back, and grabbed a huge iron rod stuck in the concrete, as thick as a child's arm.

Whistling, hitting the bald white man with all his strength.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Loud drum-like sounds rang out one after another.

Cherf's brow twitched, and even if it wasn't the first time he had seen such a scene, his heart was still shaken.

The bald white man in the middle, named Melakimilt, was one of the big bosses behind the Siberian training camp at this time.

Strong body, with a variety of fighting skills, not only superb, but also ruthless, even if his son dies in front of him, he is still calm and calm.

The two black men who kept wielding iron rods were also instructors in the Siberian training camp, and in the dark world, they were also A-level masters.

A strongman who can knock over a car with a single blow.

But even if the iron rod was bent, it was still difficult to hurt the bald white man in the slightest.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Click!

Click!

In the midst of the dense beating, there was a sudden sound of iron rods breaking.

Call! Call!

As Cherf's eyelids twitched, the broken iron rod stabbed into the thick concrete with a "pop" and disappeared.

The two black men took two steps back, palms holding broken iron rods, bloodstained.

"The martial arts of the Chinese people are really good!"

The bald white man's voice was as loud as a bell, and his face was full of pride: "What is this martial art called Henglian Thirteen Taibao, the power is much stronger than that of Muay Thai!" ”

As soon as he stepped on his feet, the concrete floor suddenly cracked, and the dense cracks spread in all directions.

"Boss, this Huaxia martial arts of yours is even more powerful than some of the inner martial arts masters in Huaxia!"

The big black man spoke respectfully.

"Haha! Those Chinese people, short and thin, where is me, the king of black fists, Mera Kimilt, such a strong body! ”

The bald white man Melakimilt laughed, turned his head, looked at Cherff and said, "The boxing match is over?" ”

"Boss! The match is won, and $200,000 has been credited to your account. ”

Cherf bowed slightly and said, "That's it, after that, I met a Chinese teenager who was suspected of being SS-level......."

Feeling Melakimilt's anger rising, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

This white man, who is suspected of practicing the Thirteen Taibao in Huaxia, smiled coldly: "Huaxia's inner fist master? SS-class powerhouse? Those grandmasters who are so gentle that they can only kill chickens, where are they considered to be strong! ”

Cracking sound!

He stretched his arms slightly, his muscles and bones made a cannon-like sound, and looked at Cherf coldly: "What is he doing in the Siberian training camp?" ”

"He ......"

As soon as Cherf spoke, he heard a huge thunderclap outside!

Thundered!

Melakimilt, who was standing barefoot on the ground, changed his face slightly, and as soon as his feet moved, he stepped into the snow naked.

Heading towards the training grounds.

........

Call!

Gu Shaoju's palm was raised, looked at Teng Qingshan, and smiled slightly.

Before, Tai was still thinking about whether to interfere with Teng Qingshan's life trajectory, and if he had been safe, whether he would still travel through the Kyushu world.

But until he saw Teng Qingshan's small figure, Gu Shaosheng couldn't help frowning.

Even if it interferes?

If he doesn't die, can't he bring him to the world of Kyushu?

Yes, he thought about it for a while, but he still decided to make a move.

After all, Teng Qingshan's memories are well known to him, and he understands how much shadow this encounter has left in his life.

As soon as Gu Shaoxing's palm was withdrawn, the bald black instructor roared with a hideous face:

"Everybody get out of here!"

Immediately, he pulled out the gun on his waist and shot Gu Shaoxing's eyebrows with two shots.

The training camp instructors around him opened fire almost simultaneously, enveloping Gu Shaoshu and Teng Qingshan.

A group of training camp students dragged their stiff bodies and dodged them.

"Pistol?"

Gu Shaosheng smiled, and the palm he raised suddenly raised, and his five fingers stretched out like a cloud dragon's claw.

Once in the dragon snake, these guns could still pose a slight threat, but for him at this time, even if he stood still, these guns could not break his oily skin.

This claw poked out, and there was no trace, and everyone present could not see Gu Shao's injured palm.

It was as if his palm had disappeared into thin air in an instant!

But what reverberated in the air was filled with the screaming sound of the air being torn apart in an instant.

Gu Shaoju's palm swept out the sky with the whistling sound of bullets, and in an instant, he grabbed all the flying bullets in his hand.

Immediately, a backhand was thrown.

Shout! Shout! Shout!

Gu Shao injured this throw, and the speed of the bullet burst instantly broke the sound barrier, and all the training camp instructors who attacked him were shot on the spot.

Blood splattered, staining the snow on the ground and the ice.

"Ahh Go to hell! ”

At this moment, in the surrounding barracks, several black men with old-fashioned bazookas on their shoulders rushed out, and their faces were hideous and roared.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

In the midst of several huge roars, one after another rockets pulled up red tail flames and shot at Gu Shao from all directions!

"Rockets? It's a familiar scene. ”

Gu Shaosheng hugged Teng Qingshan, who looked frightened, with one hand, and smiled faintly.

He was in the dragon snake world, and he was attacked by rockets several times, and at that time, he still needed to dodge in a hurry.

In the turbulent turbulence of the rolling airflow, Gu Shaoxing suddenly stepped on his feet.

Thundered!

The cement floor in a radius of more than ten zhang shook violently, shattered, and rolled, and the large cement blocks carried steel bars, flying in all directions like cannonballs, making a scream that broke through the air!

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! ......

A huge roar was accompanied by an astonishing wave of air, blowing away the flying gravel and snowflakes.

All the rockets were detonated in advance, and Gu Shao was not injured in the slightest.

Whew!

In the surging air waves and the tumbling rubble, Gu Shaosheng hugged Teng Qingshan and stood out.

Whoa!

In the black-robed hunting sound, Gu Shaoju's face was indifferent, and his right palm slowly poked out in the air, slowly and accurately ejecting the debris from the air.

Shout! Shout! Shout! Shout!

The ejected rubble, with a loud hissing sound, hit all the camp instructors and guards with such precision that it struck all the instructors and guards of the training camp.

"Ahh

"Ahh Yes! ”

"You ......"

In the midst of countless screams, all the training camp sides that rushed out of the barracks were blasted apart by the flying debris.

Gollum!

Huge strands of blood flowed freely in the ruins, and even in the scorching cold of Siberia, the heat rose in an instant.

Whew!

The north wind howled, sweeping away the dust and snowflakes in the sky.

The king of the black fist who came quickly, Mela Kimilt, one of the big bosses of the Siberian training camp, saw his men dying miserably.

I couldn't help but roar with tears in my eyes: "Ah! Damn yellow-skinned chop! I'll kill you! ”

"Ahh Yes! Yes! ”

He roared and strode over, stepping on the shattered ruins with his bare feet, raising his fist and pounced on Gu Shaoju.