"General?"

Xue Bingbing hadn't spoken yet, and the old man surnamed Sun on the side couldn't help it.

"Do you know what these two people represent?"

"The Twelve Roads Tan Leg and Iron Fist can be regarded as the first-class martial arts in the inner family, and these two are the best among them, one punch and one kick can divide gold and stone, if you were a move, you would have reported it to heaven a long time ago. I'm still here to say it, I don't know what to say!"

The old man surnamed Sun has long lost patience with Shi Lei's arrogance and arrogance, and the young man who sits in the well and watches the sky.

"One move?" Shi Lei shook his head and smiled, "Even if I stand and punch them ten or eight times, I will be unscathed." ”

He said it seriously, and the old man surnamed Sun snorted coldly after hearing it, and turned his head directly, obviously not wanting to listen to Shi Lei's bragging.

"You're really the most incompetent and talkative person I've ever met! Who wouldn't brag? I said I could break the sky. ”

Xue Bingbing was extremely disgusted with Shi Lei.

It's not shameful to brag, but knowing that other people's strength is there, you still have to die with a hard mouth, which is very annoying.

Shi Lei smiled and didn't explain much. Sometimes people may not believe the truth, but people think it is reasonable to tell a lie.

His Nine Turns Heavenly Xuan Qi was created by adhering to the nature of heaven and earth, not only being able to cultivate qi, but also cultivating himself, tempering his body all the time, just with the fists and feet of these two low-level martial sects, he would not be damaged in the slightest if he resisted hard.

This is the ability of the Nine Turns of Heaven Xuanqi to go against the sky, Shi Lei is confident that with this exercise, he can dominate the world.

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

The fight on the field was extremely intense, and every time they collided, the audience felt like an earthquake, and the air waves were wave after wave, never stopping.

Twelve-way Tan leg and iron line fist, this punch and leg are blatantly clashing, and it is difficult to distinguish.

"Ahh

Huang Houde suddenly burst into a shout, his arms stretched out a few inches out of thin air, and he couldn't hit the fist in the middle of the day, and he slammed it down.

Qianzhong suddenly snorted, and his body exploded a few feet.

"Poof!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, clutched his chest and shook his head: "I didn't expect that your iron fist has been practiced to the point of a freely retractable 'through arm', and I lost." ”

Qianzhong's mouth was a little bitter, he was about twenty years older than Huang Houde, but he was defeated by Huang Houde.

"It's just that you're careless!"

Huang Houde hugged his fists, he didn't say this intentionally modestly, but because he felt it.

If it weren't for Qianzhong's failure to expect him to reach the realm of "through arms", I'm afraid the outcome would be unpredictable.

Qianzhong retreated to Zhang Xu's side, Zhang Xu's face was pale, knowing that the defeat was decided, and this 5,000-square-meter piece of land could not be taken back.

But what a master Qianzhong is, even if he is angry in his heart, he does not dare to speak disrespectfully to Qianzhong, and can only swallow the bitter fruit himself.

On the contrary, Hong Tianxiong laughed loudly, seeing Huang Houde win, he felt that no one could compete with him, and the championship of this boxing match had a high probability of belonging to Huang Houde.

Huang Houde stood with his hands in his hands and said softly: "Who else wants to come to the stage to teach? If not, the championship belongs to Qianxi." ”

Although he was talking to everyone, his eyes were on the old man surnamed Sun, and he couldn't see through the depth of this old man in the audience, which might be his only enemy.

"Grandpa Sun, it's time for you to make a move, right?"

Xue Bingbing had a look of expectation on her face, although Huang Houde was very strong, she was full of confidence in the old man surnamed Sun.

"Of course!"

The old man surnamed Sun smiled and nodded, the Sun family belonged to the martial arts inheritance family, and as the top ten figures in the family, he had seen most of these martial arts and knew its strengths and weaknesses.

Moreover, he is an intermediate-level martial artist, and he is a realm stronger than Huang Houde, even if he fights for internal strength, Huang Houde is also a sure loser.

He was about to stand up when a majestic voice suddenly came from beyond the Valley of Falling Rocks.

"The champion can't be Qianxi, there is only one champion, and that is me!"

Everyone looked back in amazement, wanting to see who dared to say such wild things after seeing Huang Houde's strong performance.

A sturdy and tall figure appeared in everyone's sight, and they saw him suddenly run, no less fast than an African cheetah.

When he was about to reach the audience, he suddenly jumped up, directly crossed the audience seat more than ten meters long, and landed heavily on the stage.

"What?"

The old man's gaze suddenly became solemn, and he sat down again, who was about to get up.

Seeing the comer, Liu Yanghe, who had always been anxious, grinned and sneered.

"Fei Ye is here, I'll see how you die!"

Huang Houde on the stage was frightened by this hand and took a step back, the person who came could leap more than ten meters out of thin air, this hand alone did not know how many times stronger than him, and his voice was majestic and melodious, obviously coming from internal force.

With this strong internal force, it is difficult for him to shoot a horse?

"Grandpa Sun, what's wrong?"

Xue Bingbing looked at the old man surnamed Sun with an ugly face and said strangely.

The old man surnamed Sun did not answer, his eyes looked at the middle-aged man who had just arrived at the stone platform, and his palms trembled slightly.

Shi Lei, who had been closing his eyes, slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze became playful.

It seems that this is Liu Yanghe's reliance, no wonder he is so confident and dares to make such a big bet. ”

The reason why he waited until now to make a move was to wait for "Mr. Shi", but he had never seen someone like "Mr. Shi" appear for a long time, and he couldn't bear it.

"Iron Fist, it is indeed a strong martial art, but you are not strong enough to exert its strength, so you should hurry up and get down, don't be embarrassed here. ”

Fei Mad looked at Huang Houde and said contemptuously.

"What did you say?"

Huang Houde had already had the idea of retreating under Fei Ma's authority, but when he heard Fei Mad insulting him, he couldn't bear it anymore.

He let out a loud shout, and he had already strode into his fist, and a pair of iron tongs were like grinding plates, bringing up a strong wind.

He can be sure that this is his strongest punch so far, and it has surpassed his own limits.

"That's a bit of a look!"

Fei was laughing, but it was a real sneer.

I saw him turn sideways slightly, without any fancy movements, and directly hit forward with his shoulders.

As soon as his shoulders touched Huang Houde's fists, Huang Houde felt as if he had been hit by an invisible iron wall, and countless qi had invaded from his arms to his internal organs.

He let out a miserable howl and flew straight out of the stone platform. When he fell to the ground, he was already bleeding and dying of anger.

The audience was silent, including the old man surnamed Sun, who had a high opinion of himself before.

The fierce battle between Huang Houde and Qianzhong is obvious to everyone, but such a martial arts master was killed by a person who had just come to power on the shoulder?

"At the peak of the high-level martial arts, how could there be such a strong player?"

The old man surnamed Sun sat on the chair, not daring to move.

I thought it was a trivial matter to come to Qiannan, a small place to get the first place, but who knew that such a super master would be killed halfway.

He was only an intermediate-level martial artist, how could he be this person's opponent?