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Master Wen was shocked and looked at Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang shrugged his shoulders, raised his feet, got up from the sinking dirt, and said slowly: "This punch is strong enough, come again!"

When Master Wen heard this, the corners of his eyes jumped.

The weight of his fist, Master Wen knows in his heart. Unexpectedly, this fist had already been used, but it was still taken by the young man, and Master Wen was a little distracted.

Qin Yu also couldn't accept it, when did it start, and the fist gang could be blocked hard?

Wang Qiang took a punch, felt a little excited, and finally met an opponent of equal strength, this fight must be fought happily.

"Come again, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Wang Qiang said happily.

Master Wen was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Do you know me?"

Wang Qiang shook his head.

"Then why have you been waiting for me for a long time?" Master Wen and the second monk were puzzled.

"An opponent like you, I've been longing for a long time!"

Wang Qiang said very seriously.

The onlookers collectively cursed, neurotic.

Qin Yu chuckled: "It seems that this is also a martial idiot, dare to take the fist with his bare hands and do nothing, the young man has a terrible subordinate."

Master Wen looked at Wang Qiang and asked repeatedly, "Are you really okay?"

Master Wen was a little stunned, his own fist technique, the third-order zombie should lie down after a while, this person is actually fine.

It must be pretended, it must be.

"Young man, let me remind you, if you are hit by a fist, if you have the urge to vomit blood or something, don't be reckless, it's not a bad thing for you to spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, if you can't even cough up blood, it is estimated that you will be completely finished." Master Wen persuaded.

Qin Yu's little attendant over there asked again: "Brother Yu, Brother Yu, what is it called vomiting blood and it's okay?"

Qin Yu didn't explain a word: "If the blood caused by internal injuries is spit out, it will not hurt the lungs, if the blood can't be spit out, I'm afraid it will rot in the body, and then Bian Que will not be able to save it if he is reborn Hua Tuo."

The gentleman said with a look of adoration: "I didn't expect Brother Yu to know so much!" But what is an internal injury?"

Qin Yu looked at the little guy beside him, and said in his heart, you must have been raised by the placenta, how can you be so stupid?

Qin Yu couldn't teach a placenta to an adult, so he decided to ignore it.

On this side, Wang Qiang waved his arms and said, "It's no problem at all, let's continue to learn."

Compare notes?

Master Wen's head is a little insufficient, he can kill ten cows with one punch, and it is obviously a life-and-death fight, how can it become a competition?

Master Wen reacted from a brief loss of consciousness, and his face, which had always been cold and expressionless, turned blood-red.

Wang Qiang looked at it and hurriedly asked, "Are you injured?"

"You're hurt!" Master Wen was annoyed and angry.

Wang Qiang was not annoyed: "You are not injured, why are you so red?"

Master Wen was speechless.

Only when his dignity is challenged, will he blush, and Master Wen is blushing now, because Master Wen feels that he is very faceless, and he is actually despised like this.

"Okay, since you are in a hurry to die, I will fulfill you."

Master Wen roared angrily and threw his fist at Wang Qiang.

The storm arose, and in the blink of an eye, the two fought dozens of times, and every time they exchanged fists, there would be a sound of gold and iron, as if weapons collided.

The aura of the battle between the two was shockingly powerful, but all the onlookers who stood too close were all forced by the strength of the four blooming winds, and couldn't help but retreat again and again.

Most of the people present were children of rich families, who were usually pampered, and where they had seen such a terrible fight, they were all so frightened that their faces turned pale and their legs were sifted with chaff.

Qin Yu stood up from his seat and couldn't sit down anymore.

Qin Yu couldn't have imagined that the battle between the two of them would show a very high level, in Qin Yu's opinion, the annual competition in the Central Army, the strength that those genetic warriors with sixth-level combat power could show was estimated to be nothing more than that.

"I didn't expect these two to be so powerful."

Qin Yu muttered to himself, and couldn't help but clench his fists, with the intention of being eager to try.

Wang Qiang held his breath and condensed, and seriously responded to the counterattack, every fist of Master Wen was mixed with thunder and fire, even if Wang Qiang's skin was rough and hard, he was a little unbearable, and several times the soldiers collided with each other, Wang Qiang felt that his bones were about to crack.

Wang Qiang was about to consider whether to change his battle strategy and stop fighting hard, when suddenly Master Wen jumped out of the battle circle, stretched out a hand and said, "Hey, slow!"

Wang Qiang retracted his fists, couldn't help rubbing them, and asked by the way, "What advice does Master Wen have?"

Master Wen trembled his hands, raised his ten fingers, and put them in front of him, Wang Qiang's eyes were sharp, and he saw that Master Wen's palms were swollen like bear paws, and the purple blood on the palms of those hands was swollen, blue and black, and it seemed that the injury was not light.

The feeling of this master is more serious than his own injury!

Wang Qiang quietly looked at his carrot-like fingers, which were okay, better than him.

"Shall we continue?" Wang Qiang said with a serious face.

Although his hand hurts badly, he still has to continue to pretend to be forced, otherwise it will be completely in vain just now.

Master Wen shuddered when he heard this, and said: "Okay, your fist is hard enough, a certain family admires it, but let's change the comparison, let's compare the legs!" ”

After speaking, Master Wen kicked up and kicked at Wang Qiang!

Wang Qiang saw Master Wen's flirting legs flying, his pupils couldn't help but shrink, and at the last moment, Brother Qiang rubbed his body and moved sideways, avoiding Master Wen's flying legs, and then habitually moved, grabbed Master Wen's trouser belt with one hand, and sent it forward, and Master Wen flew out......

To say that this habitual action was developed by Wang Qiang when he was fighting zombies, those mutated speed zombies rushed over when they saw people, and they had great running inertia, and they generally sprinted with all their might. For these zombies that are attacked like missiles, Wang Qiang likes to avoid the real and the virtual, and then throw the zombies far away, after those monsters fly out, they will fall a dog and eat, and they will roll out of the ground for thirty or fifty meters, and they will get up and have many fractures, and if they fight again, both speed and strength have been greatly reduced.

Therefore, when Wang Qiang threw it casually, Master Wen was terrible, fortunately the ground was not cement, Master Wen was caught off guard and drew a beautiful arc in the air, smashed on the grass, and ate three or five catties of yellow mud before stopping castration.

Wang Qiang was a little embarrassed, saying that it was all wrestling, that he had broken the rules, and that he had made a fool of himself, but he was really sorry.

So Wang Qiang said: "This time it doesn't count, next time I won't hide, we'll come again." ”

Master Wen got up from the ground and was about to cry.

Still coming?

This fucking is back!

Am I an idiot?

No such banter!

Master Wen clenched his fists with both hands, choked up and said: "The skills are not as good as others, a certain family will not fight, so be it." ”

Master Wen turned around, looked at Fang Xiaopan, took out the coin in his arms, put it on the ground, and said: "Young Master Fang, please tell the old man, my Wen Tiexin skills are not as good as others, I am ashamed of his old man's cultivation, and I don't have the face to continue to beg for food at your house, so I will go back to my hometown." ”

After speaking, Master Wen turned his head and left, not listening to Fang Xiaopan's dissuasion at all.

The most capable subordinate left, Fang Xiaopan was annoyed and angry, and the attributes of the gentleman's disciple were instantly revealed, he actually took out a pistol from the bodyguard behind him and aimed at Wang Qiang.

"You make a fool of me, I want your life!" Fang Xiaopan said, opened the safety of the pistol, and was about to shoot Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang was really angry now.

This fight was found by yourself by the fat man, and now you actually blame me! And scare me with a pistol?

Wang Qiang sneered: "If you have the guts, you can shoot!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the crowd of people standing behind Wang Qiang who were watching the excitement all ran away in an uproar, and then they all denounced Fang Xiaopan for not being authentic.

Seeing this, Qin Yu hurriedly stopped Fang Xiaopan's excesses, but before the words could be spoken, the gunshots had already sounded!

Bang!

When the gunshots rang out, the guards of the Qin Mansion instantly became alert and raised the alarm one after another to impose martial law.

After the gunshot, Fang Xiaopan found that the young man in the cottage military uniform in front of him had disappeared, and then Fang Xiaopan felt that the world was spinning, his eyes were buzzing, and then he lost consciousness.

Wang Qiang knocked Fang Xiaopan unconscious with a punch, snatched the weapon from the fat man's hand, and exclaimed: "Grandma is a bear, she really shoots, and she is not afraid of accidentally injuring the onlookers, but my parents really didn't teach me well." ”

Wang Qiang didn't say a word, grabbed Fang Xiaopan, slapped him a few times, and woke up the little fat man!

During this period, several of Fang Xiaopan's bodyguards wanted to come forward to help, Wang Qiang kicked out one by one, these bodyguards who fought five scum were not Brother Qiang's opponents at all, when Brother Qiang's domineering was exposed, the zombies only walked around, not to mention people!

The little fat man was slapped a few times and woke up slowly, and when he saw that he was actually held in his hand by Wang Qiang, Fang Xiaopan was shocked and hurriedly shouted: "You are so bold, let me go quickly, do you know who my father is?" ”

When Wang Qiang heard this standard language of the gentleman, he was in a bad mood, and immediately slapped another ear scraper on the little fat man's face.

"I don't know who your father is, but you must be a cheater." Wang Qiang said.