Song Jiang's robe shook, and suddenly a light breeze blew through the dojo, carrying the unconscious Li Xuan to the edge of the dojo. Several white-robed disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sect who were quick to see and hand immediately stepped forward, helped Li Xuan up, and sent him back to the sect to recuperate and rest.

"Then there's a battle for the realm, let's get started. Song Jiang coughed lightly and said with a smile. Although the voice is not loud, no matter how far or near, it can clearly fall on the ears of every disciple in the dojo.

On the side of the dojo, He Qiu looked excited, geared up, eager to try, greeted the two senior brothers, and hurriedly boarded the dojo and walked quickly to the center of the dojo.

On the other side of the dojo, Wang Fugui, who had a bitter face, sighed, and stood up reluctantly, his feet were struggling, and it was extremely difficult to move a step.

Mo Shiping shook his head with a smile and beckoned to his back, "It's okay, just do your best." ”

Wang Fugui didn't look back and nodded, but his steps were a little faster.

In the center of the dojo, He Qiu stood quietly, looking at Wang Fugui from a distance, looking at his breathing pace, but he only felt that it was mediocre, and the foundation of the martial arts realm was not outstanding.

As the distance between the two narrowed, He Qiu's brows became more and more furrowed, and his face was not good.

"You are the disciple of Song Jiang, the head of the Imperial Spirit Sect?" The two were less than five zhang apart, and He Qiu finally couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart and asked in a cold voice. He has been looking forward to a hearty fight, the joy of his opponent.

Wang Fugui heard the unkindness in He Qiu's tone, squinted at him, and looked at him, only to feel that this opponent of the same age was breathing steadily and long, and he was stable, which was a sign that the martial artist had a solid foundation.

However, Wang Fugui also did not want to show cowardice, it was too embarrassing to be cowardly before fighting. I had to pretend to be at ease, slapped my chest, and replied stubbornly: "Yes, I am the head disciple." ”

When He Qiu heard this, he shook his head in disappointment, then hugged his fists and said loudly: "He Qiu, dare to ask boxing!"

Wang Fugui hugged his fists and returned the salute, "Wang Fugui of the Imperial Spirit Sect, please give advice." ”

There is a way to salute first and then soldier, since the etiquette is over, He Qiu, who is already impatient, takes the lead in making a move, wanting to end this exchange early.

He Qiu exerted his strength under his feet, stepped forward in a big stride, and did not have bells and whistles, but simply raised his right arm and swung it out quickly. In his eyes, Wang Fugui, who has a sparse foundation in a realm, is only worthy of his punch.

Wang Fugui's face looked calm and calm, but his quietly clenched fists couldn't stop trembling slightly, and some beads of sweat appeared in his palms. This can be regarded as the first time he has really learned from others, and when he met Yuwen Cheshui before, he could only be regarded as a beaten man.

Wang Fugui was slightly stunned, the fist shadow in his pupils enlarged little by little, and in front of him, He Qiu's imposing punch suddenly attacked. Wang Fugui didn't have time to think about it at all, let alone accumulate strength to meet the enemy with a tiger crash fist, so he took a deep breath at the moment, and learned from Mo Shiping like he did at the beginning, with his elbows across his chest and elbows for his fists.

He Qiu sneered, his fist did not change, and he still blasted straight out. He didn't know Wang Fugui's plan, and he met the fist with his elbow, naturally his elbow had a natural advantage. However, He Qiu was conceited that the gap between him and Wang Fugui's martial arts foundation was enough to erase this disadvantaged confrontation.

"Bang. The elbows collided, and a dull sound spread.

Wang Fugui suddenly frowned in pain, He Qiu's fist was not like flesh and blood, but like a hard stone, smashing his elbow with a hot pain. However, without allowing him to think about it, He Qiu threw a second punch and went straight to his front door.

Wang Fugui hurriedly lowered his head, but he was able to avoid this punch, and at the same time quietly condensed his right elbow and slammed into He Qiu's abdomen. Wang Fugui, who has been beaten since childhood, knows very well that the abdomen is the weakness of people, although it is not as fatal as the chest, but often after receiving heavy blows, it will be extremely painful, and it is very easy to make people lose their mobility in a short time.

He Qiu's conceit was in his eyes, so with this elbow blow, Wang Fugui could be said to have held back his strength, and the gamble was He Qiu's carelessness in an instant. If it hits, it is not a winning blow, but it is a blow that can affect the outcome of the battle.

He Qiu tugged at the corners of his mouth, he had already seen through Wang Fugui's thoughts, and immediately used his left hand to slap it down, pushing out Wang Fugui's right elbow more than three inches, and it fell short. At the same time, He Qiu's right arm turned into an elbow and smashed down, and his right knee was instantly raised, up and down, completely sealing Wang Fugui's dodge route.

"Oops. Wang Fugui's face was solemn, and he secretly said in his heart that it was not good, and the current situation was unavoidable. Above the back, hanging is He Qiu's elbow blow, and under the abdomen, there is a knee hit, which can be described as an enemy in the abdomen.

The elbow blow and knee hit at the same time, and in the panic, Wang Fugui could protect his arms on his abdomen and curl up as much as possible.

"Bang. There was another dull crash.

Wang Fugui's arms were stubbornly resisted by the knee, but his back was hit by He Qiu's crisp elbow. Suddenly, Wang Fugui felt a tingling in his back, and an irresistible external force accompanied by sharp pain swept through his lumbar spine. Wang Fugui bit his lip and didn't resist, let his body smash to the ground, and then smoothly and hurriedly rolled out twice, unloading most of his strength.

Wang Fugui frowned, supported the ground with his hands, stood up slowly, and raised his hand to wipe away a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. At the last moment, in the choice of being attacked by the enemy in the abdomen, he chose to protect his abdomen without hesitation. After that, when the back was hit hard, he fell to the ground with his strength, which seemed to be embarrassed, but in fact, he could use the bluestone slab dojo to unload the external strength from his body, so there was not much external strength that could really hurt himself, just gritting his teeth and eating some pain, and skin trauma.

This is Wang Fugui's old experience of being beaten after many years of mixing in the market, and it seems that he has learned. When a teenager fights in the market, the first thing he thinks about is not how to win the other party, but how to skillfully protect himself. Otherwise, if you win the battle hard, but end up with broken bones, you will not be able to make a living on your own in the next few months. If the parents are alive, it's okay, but after a few meals, pull the belt of the trousers, and get through it. If you are like Wang Fugui, who opens his eyes every day and counts on making a living and starving to death, he will not be able to rest for a day. The children of poor families are different from the young masters of rich families, they are all dry and boiled when they are injured, and those who have the ability to grab some herbs to compress their wounds will do things hastily. Seeing Lang Zhong ask the doctor for such a luxurious thing, for them, they will not go until the point of last resort and life and death.

He Qiu stood in place with his hands in his hands and raised his eyebrows slightly. The series of embarrassing measures that Wang Fugui dealt with in a hurry, in his eyes, were not clever, and he couldn't find loopholes, but they were embarrassing but just right, and there were some means.

At this time, Wang Fugui's yellow robe was already soaked in dust, but he had already lost his mind to pay attention to it, but stared at He Qiu with all his attention, not daring to be distracted in the slightest. After just a few moves, Wang Fugui knew in his heart that there was a gap between him and He Qiu. However, it is not as powerless as when he first met Yuwen Cheshui, this time, Wang Fugui felt that if he worked harder, according to Mo Shiping, he would keep the killer feature, then his fist could also hit He Qiu's face, and this fight would have to be fought.

"Come again!" Wang Fugui shouted, his eyes showed a fierce light, and his momentum changed completely. Then he clenched his fists, exerted his strength under his feet, and took the initiative to step forward to change his fists.

He Qiu tugged at the corners of his mouth and sneered, undaunted. His martial arts foundation is already stronger than Wang Fugui, and it is impossible to suffer a loss if he exchanges his fists for fists.

The fists and shadows are staggered, and neither of the two wants to weaken their momentum, let alone take a step back, just punch.

A moment later, there were only dozens of fist fights, Wang Fugui's face was a little pale, and there was already some blood in his throat. In exchanging fists for punches, he really couldn't take advantage, and his energy consumption was far more violent than He Qiu's, and he gradually lost his strength. However, on the other hand, He Qiu's complexion is also flushed, and the consumption is not small.

The two of them are only in the realm of martial artists, and Tang Demeng and Li Xuan, who are not like talents, are in the three realms of martial arts, and their strength is like a deep pool without seeing the bottom, and they can hit hundreds of punches without exhaustion. In comparison, Wang Fugui and He Qiu's strength is at most a puddle, and dozens of punches can already be vaguely seen at the bottom. After dozens of punches, the water was exposed, and the strength was exhausted.

On the edge of the dojo, many disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sect frowned. There may not be many reasons why the battle between the three realms of the martial arts can be seen, but the current battle between the martial artists and the one realm, anyone with a discerning eye can see that if it goes on like this, in the end, He Qiu will take the advantage of the martial arts foundation, and Wang Fugui will only be exhausted and defeated before him. Attacking the enemy's strengths with one's own shortcomings is really a downward strategy.

However, Song Jiang, who was dressed in a purple robe, still stood with his hands in his hands, smiling as he watched the two exchange fists, without the slightest worry.

On the other side, Li Qiankun, who was dressed in a black robe, had doubts on his face, and glanced at Song Jiang obliquely, unable to figure out why he would accept such an ordinary disciple. Although for the juniors of the Martial Arts Realm, they can only give some pills and teach some martial arts, but they cannot pass on the true inheritance of small supernatural powers or smug exercises, so the gap between the disciples of the Martial Arts Realm accepted by some great cultivators of the Sky Breaking Realm will be there, but it is not big. But this Wang Fugui fell in Li Qiankun's eyes, and he really didn't have a talent for cultivation, and there was still a lot of gap between him and He Qiu, who had always been lazy.

"Ten punches. Li Qiankun shook his head and saw the gap between the two sides at a glance. Probably when Wang Fugui was exhausted, He Qiu could still go all out to punch ten more punches.

Don't underestimate these ten punches, if it is a real life and death relationship, it will be enough to survive to the end.

On the side of the dojo, Mo Shiping stared at the two seriously, frowning slightly. He could probably guess Wang Fugui's thoughts, show the enemy weakness and then deliver a fatal blow. However, there is a premise for this, that is, Wang Fugui has to consume He Qiu's strength as much as possible, and only when his strength is in a hurry, the sharpness of his facial features has decreased sharply, and he can only use a killer weapon when he is careless. However, in the process of changing punches, the further back you go, the more dangerous it becomes, and if you are a little careless, you will lose all the games before you can wait for the moment when you see the dagger.

After the mountains and rivers are exhausted, there is no way to follow, or the willows and flowers are bright, no one can tell.