It's just that when Xu Yang seemed to be aware of it, and then looked over, the dancing girl with a plump body and a good face seemed to have no interest in him at all, and was just concentrating on dancing the song "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night".

Xu Yang was a little lost, no matter how much he went through, he was just a otaku in his twenties.

Hongyang was still relentlessly toasting, not noticing Xu Yang's previous distraction.

However, Xu Yang really couldn't drink anymore, so he had to use the excuse of changing clothes and go out of the building to take refuge for a while.

Coming out of the building, Xu Yang found for the first time that the air outside would be so fresh.

In Heqing Building, although the area is large, there are too many guests.

Hundreds of guests, plus the servants who served, singers and dancers, at least three or five hundred people gathered together.

How will the air be good?

In addition, there is a prince who always pours his own wine by his side, Xu Yang feels that even the taste of staying in the palace garden and blowing the cold breeze is much better than eating this wine banquet.

However, I can't stay outside all the time, and I still have to go in after all.

Just as Xu Yang was thinking about whether to find an excuse to say goodbye after going back, he suddenly heard an angry shout in his ears!

"Thief, look at the fist!"

Along with this sentence came a big fist of casserole.

Xu Yang was also shocked, he would be attacked in the prince's palace?

Could it be that this is Hongyang's conspiracy?

But this is not the time to think calmly.

Before the fist arrived, the fist wind had already driven the tips of Xu Yang's hair.

This punch is very powerful, but it's a pity.

He met Xu Yang.

It is Xu Yang, who is infinitely close to the level of a first-class master.

If this punch had been three months ago, it might have brought some trouble to Xu Yang.

However, at this moment, Xu Yang, even with his bare hands, has at least five or six ways to restrain this punch.

At this banquet, Xu Yang did not bring the gossip knife with him, but put it in his personal space.

At the palace banquet, there will always be routine searches, and you can't get in with a knife.

It's just that I didn't expect that in the Prince's Palace, there would also be an attack.

Not having a knife is not a problem, just try the boxing and palm techniques that you have practiced recently.

Xu Yang's fist moved as he wished, and the punch had already come first, catching up with the opponent's punch.

Punch for fist.

The fists that struck, the green tendons and knots, were obviously the realm of external strength.

Xu Yang's fists are thin and small, and at first glance, he has never eaten enough.

However, the two fists bombarded each other, and when they "touched", it was the other party who retreated.

"Breaking Jade Fist" is worthy of being a B-level martial art, although it only has the second layer of skill, but under the nourishment of "Huashan Mixed Yuan Gong", it is not the ability of a boxer with the peak of external strength.

The opponent's first punch didn't work, and although he was surprised, the second punch came again.

The second punch was slightly slower than the first, but it was more powerful.

This is already an all-out blow that cannot be lost.

There are countless masters who fell under this punch on the rivers and lakes.

He Tao didn't believe that the guy who was halfway home could block this punch.

He Tao is Chinese New Year's Eve two years old today, and he is the peak of strength and physical fitness.

He has cultivated iron fists since he was a child, which can be said to be the glory of the family.

Yes, this punch is called "Iron Fist".

Simple name, not simple boxing.

During the two Song Dynasty, there was once a high-grade martial art, which was called "Iron Palm".

It is said to be a magical martial art that can compete with the highest martial arts of the time.

This iron fist is the supreme martial art that the ancestors of the He family comprehended from a broken "Iron Palm Secret Book".

He Tao did rely on this pair of iron fists to make a name for himself.

No weapon can compare to the tempering of one's own body.

If you are strong, you are truly strong.

To this end, he did not hesitate to grow up in hard training from the age of six.

Every year, there are at least hundreds of catties of iron sand crushed.

The way of training is simple and cruel.

With a pair of fists, the iron sand of different sizes was smashed into pieces.

Crumbled enough to pass through the finest sieve without leaving a single sieve.

When six-year-old Xiao He Tao cried and shouted every night to wash his injured and deformed hands in the potion due to hitting the iron sand, how many times did he want to give up.

But he finally managed to get through.

Until he was ten years old, he could crush fifty pounds of iron sand in one day, which was considered rough.

The training after that was even more arduous, so hard that even He Tao didn't want to think about it.

It wasn't until he was twenty-six years old that he was truly a teacher.

That year, he was a fledgling.

That year, he smashed the arms and twelve ribs on the chest of Wu Di, the invincible divine fist of the old boxer of Luzhou, with a single punch.

Just one punch.

The only words left by Wu Di were "unstoppable".

He wanted to block it with his arm, but he couldn't block it, and his arm was broken.

He was lucky in his chest, and he wanted to block a move, but he still couldn't stop it, and his sternum was broken.

Smash.

So He Tao's nickname on the rivers and lakes is, "unstoppable".

Now, he is thirty-two years old, and his momentum is in full swing, and the power of the iron fist is more powerful and domineering than when he first debuted.

He is not a woman, does not like alcohol, and is not addicted to gambling.

His only hobby is martial arts.

Temper his iron fists.

While others were drinking, he was practicing boxing.

When others were gambling, he was also practicing boxing.

When others were playing with women, he was still practicing boxing.

So when others died, he made a name for himself with a pair of iron fists.

His iron fist is not just fast, but "unstoppable".

No one had ever blocked his punch, and he believed that the thin, withered middle-aged man on the other side was no exception.

He's just a half-way monk, and he's not even a miscellaneous person who practices his family.

Can this kind of person block his iron fist?

Joke.

As for the previous punch, He Tao only thought that he was careless, and gave up his power in pursuit of speed.

This punch is completely different.

Xu Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and this punch was really different from before, and the power increased greatly.

It even made him feel a hint of danger.

But that's about it.

The feeling of practicing external skills to the extreme and internal skills to the extreme is completely different.

Of course, the best martial arts are the realm of internal and external skills, and Xu Yang has never met a few such people in his life.

Or Cai Xiaotian counts as one?

Xu Yang didn't dare to be sure, and he didn't dare to try.

If he encounters such a master, Xu Yang can only escape.

And in comparison, the macho man in front of him, who has been cultivated to the extreme, has brought him no more pressure.

At the moment when this punch was thrown, Xu Yang already had several countermeasures in his heart.

When this punch began to show its power and broke through the air, Xu Yang had already decided how to deal with it.

When this punch was close in front of him, Xu Yang moved.

Xu Yang knew that he couldn't retreat, his fist was powerful, if he retreated, the other party would only continue to pursue, and the power would be great, and he would really hate it when the time came.

I can't go in, this punch is a right fist, and the hidden left fist is the real back move.

The calluses on the opponent's left fist are thicker, and the color of the fist is darker.

This is the proper meaning of the cultivation of the external martial arts boxing method to the extreme.

Xu Yang believed that since the other party dared to act in the palace, he would naturally not be a reckless person.

Different from the roughness shown by his appearance, Xu Yang could conclude that the other party must have a back move.

So Xu Yang does not retreat, does not advance, does not flash.

He chose to resist hard.

He can only resist!