The autumn sun is just right, the whole village is bathed in the still scorching sun, and the courtyard is re-erected by Han Jiulang's banner of "Walking for the Sky", which is curled up.

In the courtyard, Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang stood together, looking at Chen Jing and Xin Zhuo in the confrontation, looking a little nervous, but there was an indescribable doubt in their hearts.

They have never heard of the big master's boxing method, after all, the old master will not be able to, and there is no corresponding exercise book in the village, but the big master did indeed fight.

He doesn't seem to be a big man.

Su Miaojin stood alone in the corner, for others, this may be just a boring and rude competition, but for her, it is a life-threatening contest.

She is not a stupid woman, so she naturally saw Chen Jing's ulterior motives.

If you win, you may have a better chance of escaping.

She looked at Chen Jing, who had a calm look, and then looked at Xin Zhuo, who had a calm face, and the corners of her clothes couldn't help but loosen.

Chen Zhutou will definitely win, and there is no suspense about winning, this is the result of multi-faceted consideration.

Xin Zhuo was looking at Chen Jing, he couldn't understand why this head catcher insisted on competing with himself?

How many punches did you punch yourself to get angry, or take the opportunity to rescue Su Miaojin?

If you don't share the opponent's boxing skills and mutate, you will never agree to him. He himself was a little repulsed by this kind of competition, and he always felt embarrassed.

At this moment, Chen Jing's body on the opposite side suddenly tensed, like a fierce beast preying on its prey, and a pair of calm Danfeng eyes were full of fierceness.

The string waist is three bows, the tip of the right foot breaks through a piece of adobe, and the person is like an arrow off the string, and suddenly, it has reached mid-air.

The strong wind was blowing, the clothes were hunting, and it was obviously just one person, but there were three figures in the air.

There were only two fists, but there were eighteen fists in the air.

The shadow of the fist is blurred, and the sound of air tremors is dazzling, and there will be countless punches in a daze.

Fist Fatal!

This is the terrible thing about the Yimen Du's three injuries to the Yang Fist.

"Good!"

Su Miaojin couldn't help but lightly open her lips, and drank softly in a voice that only she could hear.

Although she has not practiced martial arts, she is familiar with all kinds of military strategies and martial arts classics, and there are many martial artists around her, so her eyesight is naturally there.

With this punch, Chen Zhutou has already reached the peak of Mahayana, and even half-stepped into the micro.

On the other hand, Xin Zhuo on the other side didn't move, he didn't know what he was thinking, or he didn't know how to punch at all?

"Big boss!"

Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang couldn't help but take a step forward, undisguised worry.

Seeing Chen Jing's dazzling figure and fist shadow, it had been smashed overwhelmingly.

Xin Zhuo finally moved, facing the shadow of the fist in the sky, and threw a punch.

It looks like a punch, as if it vibrates countless fist shadows.

Then he also bounced up, moving like a cunning rabbit, straight as a sword, and then punched again, with a grinning fist.

This punch, the three girls couldn't understand it.

It's ugly, like a dog planing, but I don't think it's lame, and I always feel weird.

"Smack!"

The sound of the fist exploded, the bones collided, and the two figures fell backwards and fell to the ground at the same time.

Xin Zhuo did not move.

"Wow......"

The head catcher Chen Jing took seven steps back, his body bowed slightly, and his face was pale.

A face, a judgment!

Su Miaojin, Cui Ying'er, and Han Qiniang's three daughters were stunned at the same time, one didn't expect to lose, and the other didn't expect to win!

At this time, Chen Jing's feet had sunk half an inch into the ground, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of horror, doubt, and confusion:

"Why do you also hurt the Yang Fist three times? When did you steal my martial arts? ”

His voice was a little hoarse, his hands trembled slightly, his hair was fluttering, and his whole body was like a defeated beast. Xin Zhuo's fists are harder than his, and Xin Zhuo's fist is the same as his.

There are only five people in the world who will kill Du Shi three times to Yang Boxing, and he is one of them.

This is a secret that will not be passed on, although the master Du Sangu is bold and makes friends from all over the world, he will not secretly teach a little thief boxing.

Moreover, this bandit is only sixteen years old, and he has practiced boxing to the point of transformation, punching out of the invisible, people and fists, fists and intentions, fluttering, falling and difficult to catch, attacking like a tiger, killing with one blow.

I want to master hard training for 40 years, but I just entered the realm of transformation last year.

The drop is too big!

"Are you sure it's the same as your punches? A little different, right? ”

At least it has been mutated, Xin Zhuo felt a little embarrassed, "Moreover, I already think that this kind of competition is meaningless, I will delete one of Miss Su's tortures!" You're hurt, go back and raise it! ”

Mochizuki's adapted mutant fist technique is too violent, like a "messy and inscrutable dog-like knife technique", if it weren't for the fact that this head catcher also understood the magic of the Three Injuries to Yang Fist, I was afraid that he would already be lying down.

“…… Thanks a lot! ”

Chen Jing was silent for a long time, recovered his mentality, no longer entangled, and saluted Xin Zhuo with his fists, taking it seriously and saluting the martial arts master, and then looked at Su Miaojin, "My subordinates will definitely find a way to save the girl out!" ”

As he spoke, he staggered and turned to leave, and as soon as he reached the gate, there was a violent cough, blood flowing down the corner of his mouth to the placket of his clothes, and then dripping down the placket of his clothes.

That bright red is particularly striking in the sunlight.

Su Miaojin looked at Chen Jing, who was gradually walking away, and her heart sank little by little.

……

"Once Chen Zhutou succeeds, we can start an operation tonight, and before anyone from Fucheng comes, rescuing Miss Su will be regarded as a crime."

Yuan Mo'er put her hands behind her back and looked directly at the peak, even if she was as confident as she was in Chen Zhutou's boxing technique, she didn't dare to underestimate it.

Once killed the Iron Fist thief Sun Wei with one punch and killed the evil monk Iron Bone Zen with two punches, she couldn't find a reason why she couldn't hurt the thief Xin Zhuo.

"Hopefully!"

The other four head catchers happily bowed their heads, and their expressions were much more relaxed.

At this moment, a figure on the peak slowly walked down.

"How is Chen Zhutou?"

Yuan Mo'er and the others swept up in a hurry, and when they got closer, they had a bad premonition, Chen Jing's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were bloody.

"How so? What happened? ”

"Poof!"

Chen Jing couldn't bear it anymore, and spit out a mouthful of black-brown blood, his face was white and terrifying.

"Chen Zhutou!" A group of headhunters immediately stepped forward to help.

"No!"

Chen Jing pushed everyone away and tore open his shirt hard, and there were three hideous fist prints and bruises on it.

"This ......" The group of headhunters were taken aback.

"I lost!" Chen Jing closed his eyes, "He can box, and it's a transformation realm boxing method, I'm not an opponent." ”

He had the heart to talk about Xin Zhuo's kind of boxing, but he didn't know where to speak, it was too similar to his own boxing, it was just the same, but as Xin Zhuo said, it was still a little different.

More ruthless and weird.

Perhaps, only the master and her old man will have a clue.

It's all around as quiet as death.

This news is tantamount to thunder on the ground for the head catchers, a sixteen-year-old boy thief who already has the Transformation Realm Sword Technique, and at the same time has the Transformation Realm Fist Method!

It's like a three-year-old child holding a hundred pounds of gold, how can it be believed?

"Where the hell did this kid come from?"

The young head catcher can't help but be angry, none of the genius warriors of the four major families in the city have subtle martial arts, little thieves, lack of resources, limited classics, how to practice?

There is absolutely no shortcut to the martial arts, even if you take a shortcut, it is absolutely impossible to enter the realm of transformation.

"I'll go!"

Yuan Mo'er suddenly spoke up, and walked to the peak without hesitation.

"Yuan Zhutou, you should be careful, he seems to be able to do the Water Gate Exercises, you can't trust it!"

Chen Jingqiang endured a huge pain in his chest and reminded.

"Save! Both swordsmanship and boxing, if the light skills are also excellent, I Yuan Moer is willing to commit myself to serving the thief and taking him as a servant and a concubine. ”