Singh Linfan stepped into the ring.

Every step he took was very calm, like an ascetic monk who practiced quietly and escaped from the distractions of the world.

He has big ears and shoulders, and a Buddha face, if a Taoist who can see the face sees it, he may exclaim the reincarnation of the true Buddha.

The soles of his feet were wide, his hands were broad, he was dressed in a white robe, he carried a pair of orbs on his chest, one hand was twisting back and forth on the orb, his mouth was open and closed, no one heard what was being said, but everyone had a feeling when Singal Linfan went to the ring.

This feeling is that Zhizhu is in hand.

Singh Linfan gives the impression that he has a deep intelligence and can cope with anything.

Han Yi also calmly stepped into the ring, his expression was unprecedentedly solemn, because he knew that this Indian yoga practitioner had a high and profound realm, and had also refined his kung fu, and had once fought with Yuan Hongjie, a Muay Thai master, and used friction steps, yin and yang palms, and large and small silk entanglements to be superb, and his strength was even stronger, opening up the central channel, which was equivalent to being the same as Lin Yansheng, who had cultivated since he was a child and opened up Xiao Zhoutian.

Such a person has a strong breath, abundant internal breath, and has an internal breath bonus when he starts his hands, and his power is incomparable, which is equivalent to thunder sound penetrating into the internal organs, completing the marrow washing and blood exchange, and being reborn.

When Single Lin Fan saw Han Yi walking into the ring, he smiled slightly and folded his hands in salute.

Han Yi also returned the salute with his hands folded.

Neither of them spoke much, but stood relatively closely, quietly waiting for the bell to ring.

It's as if everything is in plain sight.

A hurried, brief bell rang a few minutes later.

The two of them moved instantly, and Single Lin Fan blasted out a punch in front of him, and the air exploded, like a cannon, and the air was emptied in an instant.

Han Yi did the same, the tiger pounced out, jumped six or seven meters in front of Single Lin Fan, and then the tiger-shaped split fist punched out, his arm seemed to tear the air, and the air also crackled.

Bang!

As soon as the two collided, sweat splashed in the palms of their hands, and after the dark confrontation was counteracted, the two punched out again.

Boom!

From the middle of the two came the sound of Huang Zhong Da Lu, it seemed that the monk rang the bell, far away and thick, so that people heard it as if it came from the bottom of their hearts.

This is because the physical strength of the two people is almost the same, so that they can make such a sound between the collisions.

The second punch of the two was packed together, but it felt stronger than the dark power of the first punch, and the power was transmitted directly through the body to the ring under their feet.

Whew!!

The cushion behind the fist was immediately torn to pieces, and the sound of sticks hitting stakes was heard when the power was transmitted to the ring, and the ring trembled.

Single Lin Fan frowned slightly, Han Yi's strength was on par with him, which surprised him a little.

He continued to throw a punch, but this time the taste had a different feeling, his fist was not solid, nor was it held like a cannon hammer, but curled up like a hook, if I had to describe it, Han Yi felt like the state of the second inch fist, which was the process of transformation from palm to half fist.

The fist was a little special, and Han Yi also felt a different taste, as if he had courage and confidence in an instant, which could bring him strength both in words and in his heart.

Han Yi was suddenly shocked, don't look at his youth, the boxing technique has already entered the room, and the five internal organs roar and make thunderous sounds, except for the lower yin, eyes, throat, ** a few key dark energy has not been cultivated, the dark energy is almost all over the body, in fact, there is not much gap with the master of chemical energy.

But Han Yi actually let Single Lin Fan's punch affect his heart at this moment, which was really beyond his expectations.

In fact, Singh Linfan's punch is very particular, it is the elephant god mudra in the yoga mudra, which can help the practitioner open the fourth wheel, and the position of the fourth wheel is the heart, which is also somewhat the same as the principle of Xingyi boxing and cannon boxing.

Although Han Yi had a moment of inappropriateness in his mind, his body also instinctively punched out, still in the shape of a tiger, Han Yi is a trick to eat all over the sky, let you wind in the southeast and northwest, I will not move.

Thousands of moves are coming, and I only need one move.

Bang!

As soon as Han Yi touched Singer Linfan's fist, his whole face changed, and with the strength of his fist, he actually felt that he had hit the speeding missile for a moment, and was hit by a huge force, and the whole person involuntarily retreated backwards.

Singal Linfan's punch seemed to bless the elephant's strength.

Han Yi was shocked and fell back two steps before he settled down, and for a moment, he used a bear shaking method, as if a giant bear had woken up from hibernation, shaking the qi and blood of his whole body, and rejuvenating himself, Han Yi used it to shake off the power that had been beaten by the handprint of the Elephant God of Single Linfan, and of course, the qi and blood had to be re-straightened out when the qi and blood were dispersed.

Singh Lin Fan did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, but let Han Yixiong shake his arms to adjust his qi and blood, he folded his hands, sat out the handprint of prayer, and looked at Han Yi with a smile.

Han Yi was wary of Singh Lin Fan, but seeing that he didn't take advantage of the situation to chase after him, he was also slightly puzzled.

But he didn't dare to relax the slightest vigilance in his heart, "This Indian yoga master, his strength is so strong that it is simply unbelievable, and the power of the handprint just now is even more terrifying than that of an elephant, but why doesn't he take advantage of the situation to pursue, does he want to trick me?"

Han Yi exhaled and breathed, Xiong shook his shoulders two or three times before regaining his strength, he found that he seemed to be a little disadvantaged in terms of strength, so his eyes flashed, and he bullied himself and collapsed.

Seeing Han Yi's punch coming, Single Lin Fan smiled and moved, or the elephant god handprint went out, whistling into the wind, and the air continued to explode, but Han Yi's fist collapsed in mid-air, and his fist suddenly spread out into fingers, looking for flowers and picking leaves, and picked up Singer Linfan's handprint, and walked around the tendons in a few clicks.

Looking for flowers and picking leaves, dividing tendons and bones.

Han Yitie pointed at his strength, exploded the air, and made a powerful move as soon as he made a move.

Singh Lin Fan was really taken aback, and hurriedly changed his moves, but in a hurry, Han Yi still left a red mark on his arm with the length of three phalanges.

The fingers of his elephant god handprint popped out, his nails seemed to cut through the air like a steel knife, and it was a five-line wooden door fence, which was horizontal in front of his chest, preventing Han Yi's fingers from being entwined again, and the five fingers were like mountains and peaks, and they were suddenly in front of Han Yi's iron fingers.

Singel Linfan's mouth made a strange sound again, as if he had blown a shell, and he put his hands together again, one hand clenched into a fist with his thumb upturned, and the other hand was attached to the fist, half-buckled, and his hands were put together like the shape of a shell.

Han Yi felt that his head was bored, as if the whole person was covered in a jar, dull and without daylight, and his body was locked in spirituality.

Han Yi was shocked, "What a powerful yoga mudra, using the mudra to affect the mind, how strong energy does this need, what kind of mudra is this?"