Chapter 147: Dragon and Tiger Fight

The black-clothed slave's face rose again, and a fierce light shot out of his eyes.

Despise!

Undisguised contempt!

At this time, behind the black-clothed house slaves led by the leader, there were also a group of black-clothed house slaves of the Qiao family holding torches, shining here as if it were day.

One by one, their eyes lit up with excitement, and they were all waiting for the show to begin.

Looking forward to Yang Han being beaten down by the black-clothed house slave led by him.

The black-clothed house slave led by him naturally knew this, and if he didn't give Yang Han a little color at this time, wouldn't everyone laugh at him.

"Take it. ”

I saw that the black-clothed house slave led by him handed the torch in his hand to a person behind him, and then a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a pair of eyes were like wolves, staring directly at Yang Han, and said:

"I'll let you know what the consequences of having no one in your eyes are. ”

As soon as the words fell, the black-clothed house slave led by him rushed towards Yang Han, but he did not pull out the sword on his waist, but showed his best set of punches.

"Blue Dragon White Tiger Fist!"

The black-clothed house slave roared angrily.

Dragon and Tiger Fight!

Roar!

Roar!

I saw him come out with both fists, one punch like a tiger descending the mountain, and the other punch like a green dragon Ling Tian, the momentum was extremely fierce.

The black-clothed slave's left hand pinched out a tiger head fist print, and attacked Yang Han's upper plate with one move. With his right hand, he pinched out a dragon head fist mark and attacked Yang Han's lower plate at the same time.

"Haha. Hei Lao Qi's shot is real kung fu, this is a good show, it's enjoyable to watch!"

"Of course, the Qinglong White Tiger Fist is the seventh brother's best set of boxing techniques, and the dragon and tiger competition is a killer weapon that the seventh brother has been tempered thousands of. ”

"Brother Seventh is hiding deeply, we can't see it at all on weekdays! The kid from Canglan Academy can die under the competition between dragons and tigers, but he can also die blindly. ”

A group of black-clothed house slaves laughed and discussed, as if Yang Han had been killed by the black-clothed house slaves led by a punch.

Hearing this, Qi Zhi was not optimistic about Yang Han at all.

And Jian Shu, who had been standing in the back, suddenly changed her eyes, revealing a strong sense of worry.

"Sister Liu Rou. I know this Hei Lao Qi, he is a very powerful black-clothed house slave of the Qiao family, and his set of Qinglong and White Tiger Fists has made great contributions to the Qiao family. Although he had only cultivated the Qi Condensation Determination to the first level, it was very powerful, far surpassing the ordinary acquired third-rate early martial arts cultivation!"

Liu Rou smiled slightly, signaling Jian Shu not to worry.

Yang Han has comprehended the "Five-Step Boxing" to the realm of transcendence, and he has also comprehended the boxing, and it is the first martial arts monument engraved in the Chuangong Pavilion of the Canglan Academy.

If the black-clothed house slave performs other sword techniques and swordsmanship and other moves, he may still have a little advantage to speak of.

And he chose to perform his fist in front of Yang Han, which was really self-defeating.

"Don't worry. We'll just be watching. ”

When fighting, Yang Han did not have the slightest contempt for any opponent.

The tiger pounces on the rabbit and does its best!

I saw that his eyes flashed slightly, but he saw through the power of the black-clothed house slave Qinglong and White Tiger Fist at a glance.

The tiger head fist mark and the dragon head fist mark seem to be a false move, but they are both real moves.

If he only cares about the Tiger Head Fist Mark, the Tiger Head Fist Mark will turn into a false move, and the result will be hit by the Dragon Head Fist Mark.

If he only cares about the dragon head fist mark, the dragon head fist mark will also become a false move, and the result will be hit by the tiger head fist mark.

The punch is exquisite!

Yang Han couldn't help but admire in his heart.

"Five Steps"!

Yang Han stepped out in one step, his body like an abyss. He clenched his hands into fists and performed the basic boxing technique, only to see a faint light appear on his fist.

Punch!

"Basic boxing?"

The black-clothed house slave saw Yang Han show a bland boxing technique, and there was a deep sarcasm in his eyes.

The other party is still a student of Canglan Academy!

Such a tattered boxing technique is simply a rotten street, and if you give it to him for nothing, he won't be able to cultivate.

"Death!"

Seeing that Yang Han only used the basic boxing technique, the black-clothed house slave doubled his confidence, and with an angry roar, a terrifying murderous aura emerged from his fist.

This is the real murderous spirit!

A martial cultivator who didn't have hundreds of lives in his hands couldn't burst out with such a terrifying murderous aura. It can be seen that the hands of the black-clothed house slave must be stained with the blood of others.

Kill!

The black-clothed house slave's moves showed murderous aura, and Yang Han naturally would not show mercy to his subordinates.

The black-clothed house slave attacked with both fists, and Yang Han also attacked and killed with both fists.

Burst!

Burst!

The tiger head fist mark and the dragon head fist mark seem to be incomparably powerful, but under Yang Han's fist, they are like paper paste, and the sharp fist directly breaks it, and then the blood shoots out, and a figure like a paper kite with a broken line flies out.

With a bang, the black-clothed slave slammed into the ground.

Click!

Click!

The black-clothed house slave who landed on the ground was about to turn over and get up, only to see his arms suddenly burst out with clumps of blood. There was a sound of bones cracking, and everyone who listened was terrified.

"Seventh brother, your arm. ”

A black-clothed house slave next to him noticed the abnormality, and his eyes showed a touch of horror.

"What happened to my arm?"

Hei Laoqi's arms were completely numb, so he himself felt what was happening. He looked down, his eyes trembling violently.

One of his arms was like a wicker at this time, weak and boneless, fluttering in the wind.

Hei Laoqi's arms are completely useless!

The reason why this is so is because Yang Han used the strength technique of the Collapse Mountain Fist Seal in the "Mountain and Sea Fist Seal Sutra".

One move!

Two punches!

Scrapped!

The black-clothed house slaves around looked at Yang Han, and there was no trace of contempt in their eyes.

Yang Han's extremely cold gaze swept over, and they all involuntarily took a step back in unison, widening the distance between them and Yang Han, making them feel a little safe.

How strong Hei Lao Qi's strength is, the black-clothed house slaves know better than Jian Shu.

As a result, Hei Laoqi was abolished by Yang Han's move, how could they not be afraid.

In the shadows behind Yang Han.

Jian Shu covered her mouth with her hands, and her eyes widened into a pair of quail eggs.

It's just the basics.

But one move abolished the black old seven of the Qiao family.

Yang Han is really amazing!

Jian Shu secretly admired in her heart, and even her mind was a little shaken. She was thinking about whether to agree to Liu Rou's previous proposal, go back with Yang Han and them, and then join the Canglan Academy.

After a moment, Jian Shu dispelled this thought.

If you go to Canglan University, you will only be unfamiliar with life. Going to the Kamikaze Academy is different, she has a cousin, which will be a big help.

What's the big deal.

It's just a house slave of the Qiao family.

Glancing at the shock on Jian Shu's face, Qi Zhi couldn't help but purse his lips.

Qi Zhi was confident that as long as he could join the Kamikaze Academy, he would only be more excellent and eye-catching than Yang Han in the future.

Liu Rou had expected it, so she didn't see the slightest surprise on her face.

"Let's get up, let's go up, slaughter him!"

Hei Laoqi roared angrily, and his eyes erupted with raging anger.

"Yes, listen to Brother Seven, there are many of us, everyone goes together, no matter how powerful he is, two fists are hard to beat four hands. ”

When the black-clothed house slaves heard such a truth, they all burst with confidence.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Yang smiled coldly.

If there are more sheep, can you not be afraid of tigers?

I saw Yang Han pat the storage bag on his waist, and a huge, mighty and unyielding white bone mace was held in his hand.

Call!

The white-boned mace was raised flat, and a gust of wind came out on the flat, and the huge head of the mace was facing the black-clothed house slaves of the Qiao family in front of him.

Yang Han shot a coldness in his eyes and said, "Okay, you guys go together, I'm in a hurry." ”

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