The tattooed man leaned forward, his momentum and internal qi intertwined, condensing a set of translucent white half-body armor on his body, and his whole person seemed to be lying on the ground, quickly approaching Gong Bing like a gust of wind.

Although the tattooed man is now in his early thirties, he has long exceeded the age requirement to participate in the martial arts competition, but back then, he was also one of the young masters who had entered the main competition, and he was no worse than Gong Bing, a dark horse.

Now that so many years have passed, his skills are increasing day by day, and his strength is better than before, and Gong Bing is only the first time to participate in the martial arts competition, and the tattooed man never thought that he couldn't take the other party.

What's more, there is Mandheling as a lesson from the past, tattooed men will not make the mistake of underestimating the enemy, and they will go all out as soon as they make their hands.

The tattooed man flicked his hands forward, and several condensed white air claws slashed at Gong Bing.

Eagle Talon!

Gong Bing's body swelled in a circle, his muscles were knotted, his translucent skin was glowing with a pale golden luster, and his fists turned into phantoms to explode the qi claws one by one, and the sound of the exchange was like gold and iron colliding.

Gong Bing stepped forward, his right arm shook, and a black line rushed straight to the tattooed man's chin from bottom to top, the latter dodged a little under his feet, and then the white light on his body soared, and an illusory white eagle appeared on his back, like spreading his wings and flying high, and a fierce momentum rushed to his face.

"Luo Wu's Gabriel, take me this move!"

Blue Skies!!

This move is obviously the unique secret technique of the White Eagle Gate, as soon as it is used, it is full of momentum, and before it hits, Gong Bing suddenly felt a slight tingling sensation appear on his body under the emergency response.

However, Gong Bing did not have the slightest nervousness, since the success of hard qigong, he has never been afraid of being tough with people, but what he is most worried about is that the other party is maneuvering with him with his body and footwork, after all, agility and flexibility are his weaknesses.

He took a deep breath, the qi and blood in his body gathered, his fist closed in his abdomen, and he suddenly rose to the sky.

Touch!

The white light suddenly appeared, and the sharp qi blade easily tore Gong Bing's shirt, but when it hit him, it only made a futile clattering sound, while the tattooed man was shocked, and an expression of surprise and pain appeared on his face.

"Damn! This strength!?"

The force of the concussion broke through his protective qi, injuring him with a single blow, and the tattooed man hurriedly retreated, connecting the dots under his feet, and the man retreated a few meters away.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Eat me."

Gong Bing's whole body muscles moved, he stomped his feet violently, and immediately bullied up, broke the air with one palm, and made a piercing roar to imprint the past, the tattooed man didn't dare to be careless anymore, his internal qi was surging in front of him, and the white light of his hands flashed and slapped it again and again.

Touch!

The tattooed man slammed his whole body on the ground, smashing the grass out of a small hole, but he didn't dare to stay, and quickly jumped up with the carp.

"Come again!"

At the same time, the fist wind hit the face, Gong Bing roared, and punched again.

Hegemony: Three Kings Fist!!

The Three Kings Fist does not belong to Luo Wu's secret martial arts, but Gong Bing's borrowing from the martial arts classics in Luo Wuzang's Gong Room, combined with his actual situation, and another secret technique created by himself after removing the turnips.

"Damn, don't be too presumptuous!!"

The tattooed man's face was hideous, and he gritted his teeth, and the sweet smell filled his mouth.

Blue Meteor!

Bang!!

The fierce air wave burst outward in a ring, the central dirt of the collision was upside down, the ground sank, the tattooed man fell into the pit and his life and death were unknown, Gong Bing stood on the edge of the ruin-like pit, steaming all over, and the tower-like tall figure was daunting.

At this moment, there was a whistling sound in his ears, and someone approached silently and attacked him from behind.

Gong Bing didn't panic, and even wanted to laugh a little in his heart, but he sneered.

There was not only one person at the White Eagle Gate, but a group of people, Gong Bing was very familiar with the business of group fighting, so he naturally had to guard against the other party.

But just as he was about to turn to fight back, a figure sprang out of the crowd and rushed to the attacker in the blink of an eye.

The opponent came quickly, the time was just right, and it was obvious that he was staring at himself early, and the attacker could only change direction halfway, fight against the comer, and then separate.

"The second-in-command of the dignified precept hall actually attacked a junior, do you want to be shameless?" Ma Xiaolong stood in front of Gong Bing, looked at Elder Jialan and said.

"I'm just doing my duty, and anyone or anything that disturbs the conduct of the warrior Dabi is within my jurisdiction." Elder Jialan said lightly, staring at Ma Xiaolong, with a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

"Ma Xiaolong, why are you here?" Gong Bing turned around.

"I just came out of the room and was looking for inspiration."

"Inspiration to watch people fight??"

Gong Bing pursed his lips, this irresponsible team leader didn't do anything serious all day, just pondering his paintings.

"You know the art of a fart." Ma Xiaolong changed his lazy feeling in the past, and looked a little irritable, he turned his head and faced Elder Jialan.

"Elder Jialan, the young man's blood and qi have just had a fight, what a big deal."

"If you even have to take care of this, then you still practice fart martial arts, you people in the Discipline Hall won't be so idle, right?"

"Ma Xiaolong, he just injured several disciples of our White Eagle Sect, can he just rely on a few words from you?" Elder Jialan spoke unhurriedly, more like a scholar than a martial artist.

"Aren't you dead? Big. ”

"Don't you take our White Eagle Gate seriously?"

"Who are you scaring about, it's not the first time I've come to the Martial Arts Competition, you ask them, every Martial Arts Competition, who hasn't beaten one or two people from the White Eagle Gate??。" Ma Xiaolong, who is also not like a martial artist, waved his right hand, and the crowd was like a wave, and the people who were swept by his fingers all took a step back.

Don't talk nonsense, we don't have it.

Everyone denied the triple, and one by one they had MMP in their hearts.

What nonsense.

The strength is there, there are many people who are beaten by the White Eagle Gate martial artists, but there are very few people who can beat the White Eagle Gate martial artists.

"You Luo Wu don't have any serious ones."

Elder Jialan sneered in his heart, looking at Ma Xiaolong pretending to be B, and at this moment, the phone rang.

Elder Jialan took out the phone and answered, and quickly hung up the phone.

He glanced at Ma Xiaolong and Gong Bing deeply, beckoned the disciples in the door to carry the injured fellow disciples, and then left without looking back.

The people around saw that there was no excitement to see, and gradually dispersed, and a few people stayed, but they were all looking for Ma Xiaolong.

Anna didn't lean over, but smiled and pointed at him, said hello from a distance, and turned away as well.

Gong Bing lowered his head in confusion, and found that he was shirtless, and his shirt had been torn by the people of the White Eagle Gate during the battle, leaving only a few strands of cloth hanging down his waist.

But fortunately, the pants were saved, otherwise he would have to run naked now.

But the cigarettes and lighters were gone, and they were supposed to stay in the pockets of their jackets.

Gong Bing looked back, the lighter luckily 'survived', the cigarettes were almost wiped out, and only one was left to hide crookedly in the cigarette case.

When Gong Bing carefully lit the cigarette, Ma Xiaolong walked over with Gat.

"Gone, back."

"Where's your old friend?"

"Fart old friend, if you don't leave, I'll go."

Ma Xiaolong didn't care about Gong Bing, and ran back to the mansion in a flamboyant manner.

"Those people just came to ask the horse leader to paint." Gart walked up and explained.

"Is he really that famous? One or two want to ask him to paint?? Gong Bing was a little incredulous.

"I don't know, but he looks irritable, and he's scolded them."

"Whatever, people who engage in art don't have a good temper." Gong Bing took a puff of his cigarette.

"Gabriel, aren't you cold?"

"It's not cold, but I'm hungry, let's go."