The toothless Li roared, and the bloody land was rare for a moment, only the mottled blood flowers in the bloody arena were still bright. The pig bosses who came back to their senses were suspicious in their hearts, and when they thought about the scene of the martial arts fight carefully, they suddenly felt that the fight between the two did not seem to be fake. Although there are few good birds in this bloody underground field, it is really good. If it is deceived because of a sum of yuanjing, I am afraid that it will eventually be strangled by the joint and there will be no hair left, and few fools are willing to commit public anger.

But...... The third-order barbarian cultivation duel, after the brute bear or the beast, he was put down so head-on?

Several bigwigs exchanged a few glances vaguely to stop the villains from all walks of life from shouting, and a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi stepped into the entrance. Everyone's eyes were once again focused on Yan San: whether it was a fraud or a real ability, this game can be seen.

This person is the number one thug under the old white-haired man who has made a heavy bet, and there is no possibility of cheating.

This person is nicknamed 'Iron Fist', and he has five hands to open the mountain boxing method vertically and horizontally underground, and there are few invincible opponents outside the hundred Dark Tigers, even if he has a eighty-percent victory against the wild bear, and the double cultivation of the spirit body is the most difficult. You have to be careful of his fists and feet, which are wrapped in Lingyuan, heavy and unpredictable...... But for Uncle Black Tiger, he was unlucky, hey, hey, hey!'

Chen Ban'er whispered, leaking the foundation of the monk in Tsing Yi opposite, and while sweeping a large pile of Yuan Jing into his arms, he was so excited that half of his ears were blood-red and bright. I can't help but be excited, just this gambling fight, Yuan Jingquan, who was 'confiscated' by Yan San, came back, not to mention, and made a big profit, almost the harvest of the previous half year. This trip finally picked up a treasure by myself!

Yan San's eyes were full of sadness and joy, and there was a sense of excitement in his heart, this opponent obviously met his conditions for stealing a teacher, but he didn't know if he could take over this Wuding Kaishan...... Yan San's tactics never defend, at most he just dodged, or only avoided the key points, but this time he had to be physically aware, and he had to be careful not to be killed on the spot.

The man in Tsing Yi came off the field, his breath was calm, which made Yan San's heart tighten, and at the same time full of expectations.

'Under the Iron Fist, the common name is not to be said, thanks to the love of everyone, got this nickname, this battle has to be a last resort, the world is like this, each has a destiny. I watch you kill fiercely, and a little pondering may not be a big deal, but there is no way to shoot like a wild bear, but it is difficult to enter the crowd in the wilderness, and it is too late for you to admit defeat now...... I can't keep my hand when I fight you. ’

Iron Fist is of medium stature, and he doesn't see how burly and strong, but it makes people have a kind of mountain look, calm as a mountain, and he is as calm as a mountain, and he is right to Yan Sandao at this time.

It's rare that there are such 'reasonable' characters in this place where you eat with your fists, but Yan San has no intention of appreciating it, if he shows mercy with an iron fist, it will be called being beaten in vain. At the moment, he said: 'It's okay if there is no order, you can beat you to death.' If you admit defeat, if you admit defeat now, I can spare your life!'

The iron fist was angry, and he shouted lowly, and his breath changed from a majestic mountain to a rolling thunder, and the qi and blood of the whole body were agitated, rumbling like a long river, and the qi and blood behind him appeared, and it was actually a burly man who struggled to bend down and seemed to lift a huge mountain, and the mountain peaks trembled under the man's hands, and the wind and clouds changed. Iron Fist's vitality disappeared in a flash, and it was directly integrated into his body, but his body shape did not change, but his breath was more dangerous than that of a brute bear for a moment, and he raised his hands and feet with great strength, and there was a strange whining sound in the air, as if he was overwhelmed.

This situation made Yan San's heart tighten, and he was secretly vigilant. There are many heroes in the world, with this iron fist majesty, if Yan San didn't use extraordinary means a few days ago, it might be unpredictable to win or lose head-on, but now the thorny step is fused with a thousand illusions, and the Bodhisattva is quite small, but there is no problem with retreating with his whole body. At the moment, he made a wrong step, and crossed his hands to meet the iron fist, which was as clumsy and simple as a blacksmith striking iron.

With a punch, Yan San's body was shocked, and his face instantly turned red like blood, obviously having suffered a dark loss. Wuding opened the mountain, the immortal means, even if it is just a name, there is no vanity under the fame. This punch is not as fierce as the claws of the brute bear, but the power is unprecedentedly condensed, it really seems that someone has taken a big hammer and hit it with all his strength, and a stream of spiritual vitality and blood mixed with vitality penetrates into his arm, frantically impacting his body, if it is not for his own physical strength, the vitality will gather at the junction to resist for the first time, and this time he will lose his arms.

A punch was successful, the iron fist was merciless, and the kick under his feet was extremely vulgar, like an adult in the village training a child, seemingly casual, but he ran towards Yan San's crotch. Yan San's eyes tightened, one hand sank, and he could block this leg, but his mouth was muffled, his steps were tight, his body flashed weirdly, and he withdrew five meters away and stood still. The arm that blocked the leg of the Iron Fist couldn't stop trembling slightly, and blood slowly dripped from the palm of his hand.

Opening his palm, Yan San looked at the scar in his palm that was like being cut out by a knife, and was secretly surprised in his heart, the fist of the iron fist was like an iron hammer, and the vitality broke through the defense and shocked the flesh, but the vitality on the leg was as sharp as a knife, and it was very sinister to be cut off without checking for a while.

But he didn't know that Iron Fist was even more surprised, most of his spirit was actually defending against Yan San's beast instinctive attack, this punch and leg were not known for their speed, but they didn't want Yan San to block one after another and eat them all. You must know that Wuding's mountain opening skill seems to be vulgar, like working as a coolie in the countryside, but in fact, it is extremely powerful, even if the body of a wild bear is not beastly and hard, it will suffer a big loss...... Iron Fist was surprised that Yan San's leg seemed to be only a little concussion, and although his hand was bleeding, it seemed that it was only a minor injury?

His physical body was so strong, and the essence of his vitality was more powerful than ever before...... Is it really just a third-order body cultivation?'

What surprised Iron Fist even more was still to come, Yan San shook his hand, actually smiled, and said: "It's still a little strength, but it's not enough to see, let's use your Wuding Mountain, don't hide it, let it go, I won't fight back!"

Iron Fist's heart was full of anger, and he felt so despised by others, as if he was despised by his senior brother eight years ago. That time he was the same, he was ridiculed by all kinds of cynicism when he was sparring with the senior brother, and the junior sister who had a crush in his heart cheered on the side, Iron Fist suddenly turned red-eyed, and launched the trick of opening the mountain with five dings, beating the senior brother who was caught off guard to vomit blood and die...... Due to the great power of Wuding's trick to open the mountain, he couldn't keep his hand at all before he was fully controlled, and the master repeatedly warned that it was strictly forbidden to use it against the same door, and finally Iron Fist was told by the master to abolish the sea of qi and expel him from the door wall, and Iron Fist fled into the crying abyss overnight in panic.

Yan San's words and demeanor are like the senior brother back then.

For a while, there was nothing else in the eyes of Iron Fist, only Yan San's chuckling face, no more nonsense, he took a big stride, his hands were open, and Wuding Kaishan launched with all his might, punching and kicking, and hit Yan San like a storm. Yan San suddenly looked like a boat caught in a raging storm, holding his head and shrinking his body, covering left and right, trying his best to resist the wave after wave of frenzy, seeing that the day was precarious, his life was in an instant.

"Hold the grass! I'm sick again!" Chen Ban'er scolded hatefully, his eyes glanced at the second bet on the table, and muttered to himself: "Fortunately, there are not many people who bet on the second game, and I still make money after losing money." It's okay to be dead, this little bastard is too reassuring, he can eat with his fists, but he has to pretend to be ......'

The wicked man in the audience was in a hurry again, his eyes red and shouting words like 'kill him', as if he had done it. Several pig bosses frowned, and they really couldn't see what kind of medicine was sold in Yan San's gourd, but they all saw that Yan San was going to rush to the street! Someone rolled his eyes, quietly approached Chen Ban'er, and said tentatively: "Can you still bet?"

Chen Ban'er was not angry, and immediately scolded: 'Get out of your mother's legs!

Yan San's eyes were clear in the crazy beating, although he didn't have a clairvoyant eye, but at such a close distance, with his superhuman perception, all the moves of the iron fist were secretly written down by him. Of course, Wuding's moves to open the mountain do not have many highlights, and they are more vulgar than the one-and-a-half-move moves that ordinary martial artists take out casually, but the important thing is the circulation and transformation of vitality, which is something that neither the Heavenly King Du nor the Great Wind Song touches. The Heavenly King is eclectic, and seems to disdain these methods, and the wind sings...... Yan San's messed up things, but he didn't think about the use of them at all, except for the spiritual arts wind slash and wind shadow that came with the skill, but these most basic vitality applications were blank.

Some of the places on the body were bruised and tattered, and some were even like being cut by a sword, and the pain was inevitable. However, Yan San is not pure stupid, for the first time, he was firmly affected by that punch and leg to find out the roots, and naturally adjusted to the appropriate beating posture. If you don't suffer it, you don't know the nature of the vitality, and the realization is always one step behind, and all of them are on the ...... Yan San asked himself that he couldn't stand it even if he was a piece of iron, so with the cooperation of thorns, he was one side by one every time, and he was 'accidentally' hit in some fleshy and thick-skinned places. Even so, Yan San was scarred and looked extremely miserable.

'He...... Ha!' Iron Fist suddenly shouted, briefly ending the urgent attack, his eyes were chaotic, he glared at Yan San, and shouted: "You forced me...... Five... Open the mountain!'

Yan San's body shook, but this time he didn't pretend, he didn't pay attention just now, and he was punched in the back by an iron fist, which shocked the inner house. He waved his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth, and his eyes narrowed, and began to flash with a clear but dangerous light. At this moment, Yan San instinctively sensed danger.

In the next moment, Iron Fist's fist was simple, but it flew over as if it was about to pull out the mountains and reclaim the sea.

Escape? Yan San's first thought, the thorns cooperated with the absolute string, and the iron fist couldn't even withstand his hair. But this trick is going to be missed after all.

If you lack ears, take the money, the last Lao Tzu lost his old capital, this time he will spit out a little bit for me! I can't imagine that there is such a fool in Wailing Yuan, and he won't fight back just by being beaten...... Hahaha...... ' the old white-haired laughed.