The fist is like a whirlwind, and the body is like a big tree, and I saw that the fist of this casserole hit half an inch above the heart.

The collar and streamers were all shocked, the tips of the hair and the earlobes also swayed, and although the body was not moving, the expression was already embarrassed.

The onlookers all opened their eyes wide and sweated for them. Although this position is not a fatal acupuncture point, this bull-like momentum hit the flesh and bones of this human flesh, and the spectators who were a few feet away also trembled like thunder and lightning.

As he spoke, Qiu Yuyi's fist was already deep in Lin Yiyi's clothes, and the power of the fist was also sent out with all his strength, the curled finger bones began to ease and relax, and the straight meridians began to return blood and bend, and as soon as the force was exhausted, the fist was immediately withdrawn, without making the slightest stop.

The master's move has always been like this, as soon as the force is exhausted, it will hit the target, and as soon as the force is in place, he will immediately return his hand, never hesitate to stop, and will not secretly exert his strength, taking advantage of the weakness.

I saw that Qiu Yuyi's fist was closed, his expression relaxed, and he took a long breath, and his face recovered, and he could see that he had a lot of effort to punch this time.

Lin Yiyi, on the other end, tried his best to control his expression, but his face was still not good. His left arm was hidden behind him, and he was actually trembling, his eyes were looking straight ahead, and his pupils were already at their maximum.

At the junction of the mouth and throat, I wanted to take a breath, but I couldn't get out for a long time, the strength of the fist just now was all in Lin Yiyi's body, and this strength pressed the meridians and bones of the whole body, so that his body that had been practicing martial arts for many years could not be slowed down for a long time.

Lin Yiyi's heart,

"Just now I measured that he was young and weak, and he wouldn't have exerted much strength in this Seven Injuries Punch, but I didn't expect that I underestimated him so much, this punch was exchanged for the head of his Kongtong faction, and that's it" Lin Yiyi thought about it, and regretted it a little, he should have let himself strike first, he threw these three punches, do I still have a chance to shoot.

But after thinking about it, he is the first disciple of Wudang, and since he has promised, how can he regret it, even if he thinks in his heart, he has already insulted the teacher, so he is ashamed to dispel this idea.

After the first round of confrontation on the stage, both sides slowly leaned on opposite corners, one recovering his strength, thinking about how to strike the next punch.

The other is using internal force to dredge the meridians at the wound just now, otherwise the meridians will be damaged and the root of the disease will be left, which will outweigh the losses.

So both sides were silent, recuperating and preparing for the next round. There was no sound on the stage, but the audience was fried.

After a while, some people said that Lin Yiyi could not stand after receiving this punch, which was really powerful. When the people in Wudang heard this, they boasted for a while, saying that Senior Brother Lin was powerful, and he could stand on the stage with a single punch, and he was silent.

On the other side, someone said that Lin Yiyi's expression seemed to be stable, but the strength of the Seven Injuries Punch had hurt his muscles and bones, and it seemed that he couldn't catch this next punch anyway.

For a while, there were many quarrels off the field, you said that your Wudang was good, I said that my Kongtong was powerful, and the quarrel didn't come to a result.

Only the two heads of Wudang and Kongtong in the audience did not leak their voices, and their faces were calm. At this time, Lin Zongyi, the head of the Wudang faction, was naturally the most anxious, he knew the level of Lin Heyi's kung fu on the stage, and he could also see from Lin Heyi's expression that the power of this punch was powerful.

He had a thousand words in his heart that he wanted to comfort and remind, but only at this time he could only be silent in this chair of the head of the house.

After all, this is a martial arts duel between disciples, if one of his masters runs to the stage, what kind of system will he become, and how will the spectators guess, and what will Wudang become in the mouth of the martial arts.

So let the emotions in his heart surge, his body stood still, but his eyes were staring at his eldest apprentice, for fear that something would go wrong, and occasionally glanced to the left to see what tricks this Kongtong faction leader was playing.

In fact, at this time, Qiu Mingji, the head of the Kongtong faction, trembled faster than Lin Zongyi. It turned out that this was the first time he brought his son and his eldest disciple to participate in the martial arts conference, but he didn't expect to meet Lin Yiyi, who was equal in strength, in the first game.

Although Qiu Yuyi is now in the lead, there are still two punches to hit Lin Yiyi, but the time has not come, no one knows the result, if this Lin Yiyi survives these three punches, when he makes a move later, how can he spare Qiu Yuyi.

Therefore, unlike other people who care about the honor of the teacher, Qiu Mingji still has worries about his son in his heart.

And on this point, my father's concern is greater than the concern of all the masters in the world for their apprentices, after all, this blood is thicker than water, and it is worth everything he pays for.

I saw Qiu Mingji clenching his fists and his face nervous, but he still didn't say a word, just stared at the two people on the stage.

The more silent he was, the more anxious the Kongtong disciples in the back row became. Until the end, a crisp, soft and silver-bell-like voice sounded, and I saw her pair of tender hands on the shoulders of the head Qiu Mingji, shouting,

"Daddy, brother, why is he still on the stage, it's been so long, brother, he even used Peiyuan's seven wound punches, and he hasn't gotten out of the ring yet, I think eighty percent is the trick of the surnamed Lin envoy, no one has ever been hit by my Kongtong's seven wounds, and he can still stand lucky" This girl who is unusually close to the head, everyone should guess, officially Qiu Yuyi's sister, Qiu Yuxin, the daughter of the head.

She saw that her brother had been on stage for a long time, and she was panicked when she was alone in the audience, so she resented Lin Yiyi on this stage, although there was no evidence, she was sure that there must be a trick on him.

After listening to the words of this beloved daughter, Qiu Mingji frowned, turned his head, approached Qiu Yuxin, and said in a low voice,

"Don't talk nonsense, make people laugh. Today's conference, the masters gathered, and on the ring, their eyes gathered, and there were very tricks, and it was not stupid to measure it Wudang, in front of so many sects, it was ugly. You don't want to talk nonsense, no matter how restless you are, next time I will lock you in the house and not let you go out again" Qiu Mingji knew that this daughter had always been stubborn and aggressive, and he was not formal, and he wanted to scare her.

The girl who was already anxious and impatient, when she heard her father say such faceless words in front of so many people, although the words were very small and few people heard them, this already made him feel full of anger.

In the end, no more, no less, she put all the accounts on the stage, Lin Yiyi, who had never met her and had never heard of her, thinking that when she got off the stage, see if I didn't toss you.

Thinking like this in his heart, his eyes also stared viciously at the newly recognized enemy on the stage. At the same time, a fellow disciple next to her, who was about the same age as her but half an inch shorter than her, said in a low voice,

"Since the master has said it, don't talk about the ring anymore, don't stare at the stage anymore, lest the master blame it again, and then you will have to be scolded" It turns out that this junior brother's name is Qiu Yuanyi, and he has been a childhood sweetheart with the daughter of the head of the family since he was a child, although his identity is different, he is just a junior with ordinary martial arts and mediocre qualifications, but he also misses Qiu Yu in his heart, and he can't tell whether it is the love of brother and sister, or the selfishness of men and women.

Shicai stood beside the master, saw the boss's angry face, and heard a few words of scolding, and guessed the reason for it by seven or eight points, so he advised the senior sister like this.

Who knew that this Qiu Yuxin's face sank, his eyes were still looking at the stage motionlessly, but his body twisted and exerted force, his right foot retreated, he pressed the ground, and his left hand was on his right hand, a move

"Pushing the cow into the sea", he ejected the little junior brother in front of him a few feet away. The younger brother was caught off guard, and when he landed, he was not protected, and as a result, he fell on all fours and fell into the wet mud, extremely embarrassed.

The people on the side, for some reason, saw this short and weak little disciple falling into the mud and churning, and couldn't help but cause a lot of laughter.

At this moment, Qiu Yuxin was even more irritable in his heart, thinking to himself,

"Father said I'll just say it, and you can also say a few words to me. My brother is still on the stage now, the victory or defeat is not scored, whether the reputation of the Kongtong faction can be guaranteed, it is still unknown, you can do it, all the energy is sprinkled on my head" Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at Lin Yiyi in the stands again, stomped his feet fiercely, thinking that after the game, I must compete with him, to see if he really has such a ability to block the tricks of my Kongtong faction.