Another day passed, and the heroes and powerhouses of the Japanese slave country had already appeared in the pagoda, and around the pagoda, there were more eyeliners.

All forces, all kinds of mountains, want to see if this phoenix princess who crosses the river and is like a strong dragon can really fight one person against one country, frustrate its edge, and raise the majesty of our Central Plains.

"Here, here, the strongmen of Fengfu," Qi Shiyan patted the two teenagers of the same age on the left and right excitedly, her face full of excitement.

"I told you, we should go directly to Fengfu, and waited for this night," the tattooed young man next to him said dissatisfiedly, his hands and feet were thick, and a huge golden-scaled carp was tattooed on his body, which shone brightly in the sun.

He is Xu San'er, the next generation of Longmen Boxing.

"You're stupid, go to worship at night, it's strange if people don't catch you as a thief, look at it, the handsome boy at the front is the chief manager, the chief manager of the Water Dragon Gang by one person!"

"I heard that the manager is the only heir of the burning body, and he has killed hundreds of powerful boxers in several encirclements and suppressions, and it is said that the depth of boxing is close to the great master of Cantonese boxing," Xu San'er was also a little excited, he practiced Longmen boxing, and what he pursued was a fish leaping dragon gate spirit, but Yuelongmen should also pay attention to borrowing the east wind, there is nothing more exciting than taking advantage of the power and wealth turned into a power storm and a famous hall in one fell swoop.

The boy wants to be famous, how can he go up without stepping on the bones of his predecessors.

Fengfu's appearance has always been popular, the main reason is the identity of Huang Gongzi, no one dares to treat a favored princess for trespassing, so how to be extravagant and domineering.

First of all, ten horses from the north opened the way, pulling a nine-phoenix chariot, glazed pendant, jade curtains, Zhu Yinger and Xu Xiaojun, two boys and girls driving the carriage, and following behind the chariot are small black sedan chairs, wrestlers carry sedan chairs, and maids carry wine and melons and fruits on the side, that feeling, there is really a sense of undefeated in the East and the advent of the Demon Sect, the villain.

Kou Li refused at first, because he felt that this was really not an ordinary shame, but Princess Feng felt that this was a great opportunity to promote Fengfu, and her arm could not be twisted over her thigh, and the opposition of the chief manager was forcibly suppressed.

The boxers, beaters, and killers in the sedan chair have appeared from the sedan chair, these strange people, three religions and nine streams naturally have a special temperament, vicious, cold, cruel, and bland, and their aura is indeed far beyond the ordinary boxing school.

In addition, there are some new faces among these people, some people want not to offend the envoys, but there are also people who want to take advantage of this, and those who have the vision to bet on bets are naturally not the only ones who are Qi Huzi.

Therefore, this pass is not only a difficult level for Fengfu, but also a great opportunity to turn from the dark side to the bright side.

Although it is unlikely that a second sea disaster will occur now, if you can use your fists to subdue the Japanese slaves, you can also become the second savior in the martial arts.

Almost half of the ring that was destroyed yesterday was already usable after being repaired overnight, and on the opposite side of the ring, the representatives of the ten powerful Japanese slaves stood up and bowed to Kou Li, not only in terms of power, but also in terms of the strength of his ability.

As long as they are strong, the Japanese slaves are not hesitant to show their respect...... and loyalty.

Kou Li's eyes swept around, and he said slowly, "As usual today?"

The incense monk pill covered his mouth with a white fan, revealing that unique smile, "Hehehehehe ”

The group sent out by the Japanese slave country is the overlord Hao of the four heroes in Guanzhong, that is a long-haired man with tattoos of ghosts and gods on his back, thick hands and feet, and he is practicing the local overlord Yan Killing Stream of the Japanese slave country, according to the Central Plains, it is a more famous big boxer.

Kou Li thought for a while, and was just about to speak, when suddenly a person jumped into the ring, laughed and said: "Boss, please take a look at my Feng Laoyang's boxing skills, how to teach the slave cubs, can you enter the princess's skirt." ”

"Huoyang Fist Feng Laoyang, a deep-seated beater, short-tempered, greedy for money and lustful," Lan Feng, one of the three phoenix guards, whispered in his ear.

Kou Li frowned slightly, he could see the other party's intentions, it was nothing more than taking the opportunity to invite names, but did the other party underestimate the enemy.

This time, the Japanese slave country gathered the strongest people from all over the country to come to the Central Plains, and he was ambitious, and the characters were all elites among the elites, and the level of boxing was at least above the profoundness, and he was not optimistic about the results of the other party.

Sure enough, as soon as the two clashed, this Feng Laoyang was pressed down, and the other party punched and kicked, opening and closing, quite the fierceness of the northern long fist, and more importantly, every punch was struck, the eyes of the ghosts and gods tattooed on the surface of the body would turn into a ball of black fire, and the fist also emitted a hot flow like a soldering iron.

In less than three moves, Bawang Hao found a gap, bullied himself, and smashed Feng Laoyang's temple around the boxing box, with a crisp sound, his head was smashed directly out of the cavity, and it can be imagined that the opponent's strength is explosive.

In the ring, I instantly remembered the excited roar of Overlord Hao.

"Isn't it too fast?" said to Kou Li, feeling that something was wrong.

"I'll meet you!" Another well-known middle-aged boxer jumped on the stage, but he only lasted until five moves, and was smashed in the face by a killing punch, and half of the organs on his face were trapped, and he died on the spot.

It seems that the success of Fengfu has given some people an illusion that the strong people of the Japanese slave country are soft persimmons, but in fact, the other party is not only not soft, but also unexpectedly strong.

Fengfu can succeed, not only because the boxers in the mansion are also thousands of choices, but more importantly, Kou Li will give the other party 'guidance' before he goes to the fight.

Yesterday, he advanced by leaps and bounds, and fought with almost all the strong men of the Japanese slave country, not only to give the Central Plains face, but more importantly, with the help of the moment of fighting, he judged the weakness of the opponent's boxing skills through a special sense of touch.

The Japanese slave country is different from the Central Plains, their local boxing theory has risen sharply, that is, in the Central Plains contact in the past few decades, the power is great, in the end has not been carefully carved by several generations, the flaws between the fists and feet are easy to find in the eyes of real masters.

What's more, Kou Li has the ability to magnify this flaw hundreds or thousands of times, and in one move, he can judge the opponent's weakness, so he can win the battle.

After Bawang Hao killed the three Cantonese boxers, he took the initiative to retreat to recuperate his strength, and replaced him with a more vicious Jiu-Jitsu ghost.

It is said that the Japanese Jutsu is a school that absorbs the essence of the Central Plains hand-to-hand fighting techniques, and then according to the characteristics of the native people of the Japanese slave country, it mainly focuses on wrestling, throwing, and grappling.

The art of hand-to-hand combat, itself is the origin of boxing in the Central Plains, full of the roughness, toughness, and ferocity of ancient humans, and it has become even more vicious when it falls into the already weak and strong slave country.

Shaped like a ghost, like an iron lock, and powerful like an iron gate, this is the style of the other party.

It is said that the highest record of this jiu-jitsu ghost is to break the torso of one hundred and thirteen samurai in one day, and the next boxers on the field suddenly fully felt the ferocity of the other party, and the sound of broken bones and screams were connected.

Such a tragic situation finally made some boxers understand why the famous masters in Guangdong are reluctant to make a move, the appeasement of the officials is one thing, and the fierce and tyrannical of the gods and ghosts of the Japanese slave country is also the reason why they refuse to fight for their lives.

Five or six corpses lay in the ring, miserable deaths and blood flowing.

It seems that the entire Guangdong region can still only count on the strong hand of Fengfu.

'The opportunity to take the position has come!' Qi Shiyan's eyes flashed hotly, regardless of the persuasion of others, he strode up, but he didn't start fighting, but walked around in front of Kou Li, and suddenly half-knelt on the ground.

"Qi Shiyan of Xia Boxing, please give me a chance!!"

Kou Li looked at the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy in front of him, his body bones had developed perfectly, at least a head taller than ordinary people, his skin and flesh were like armor on his body, his kung fu had been refined, and the flame of ambition seemed to be beginning to burn.

Kou Li looked at the other party for a moment, and suddenly grinned, he liked ambitious teenagers, "You come here." ”

............

There was a thunder on the ground, Qi Shiyan bent his fingers and shook his abdomen and palm, the dantian beat hard, hung the bridge cannon hammer, and with a heavy sound, he actually beat the Jiu-Jitsu fierce ghost back a step, and then took a step across the right foot, probed his palm in a virtual step, kicked sideways with the nails, and where the foot shadow swept by, a series of wind sounded.

Xia Boxing is handed down from Emei Mountain, the land of Sichuan and Shu, the Tao is vigorous, so this set of boxing is also mixed with the Taoist pile method, plus in Zen Mountain, absorbing the tiger and crane double fighting and small Arhat boxing of the Guangdong land itself, so it has both powerful and light and fast.

In addition, the calf is not afraid of tigers, and is determined to make a name, with strong blood, full of energy, and a clear mind, even if there is a slight flaw between the fists and feet, it will also change by relying on ingenuity; this kind of potential teenager is the kind that the martial arts masters are most afraid of, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the strength of the back waves is often unexpected.

Lunges, horizontal lunges, virtual steps, twisting horse steps, flutter steps, fists, palms, fingers, claws, hooks, phoenix eyes, a series of crisp explosions, like firecrackers for the New Year, the evil momentum, the fierceness of boxing, not only can exceed other people's expectations, even he himself did not expect.

'Uncle said, I have been practicing boxing for ten years, if I really practice it, there will inevitably be a stage of increasing kung fu, is this this stage, I have physical fitness, boxing strength, skills, it seems that I can go forward again, and then rise!'

At this moment of distraction, the jiu-jitsu ghost suddenly roared, his body suddenly twisted and shrank, the ground trembled, his hands turned and grasped the naked twist, and he locked the opponent's legs at once.

Jiu-Jitsu ghost head!

At this moment, Qi Shiyan was not afraid, the twelve long and short bones in the human body formed a bridge, and the ten fingers were like bridge pillars, swaying and swinging, the figures of the two sides were reversed in an instant, and the opponent's weight of nearly four hundred catties was actually reversed.

With the help of force, with the help of force, the jiu-jitsu ghost slammed into the ground under the superposition of double wrestling skills, and with a heavy sound, four or five green bricks cracked at the same time.

A true boxing genius is one who can grasp the condensation and explosion of life and death in the moment of life and death, and turn it into a wonderful change in the style of play.

This move bridges not only turns death into life, but also turns defeat into victory.

Qi Shiyan just wanted to kill the past and completely finish off the other party, but his head suddenly seemed to be knocked by a wooden fish, and he was suddenly dizzy.

"That's not right!" Kou Li opened his eyes fiercely, staring at the incense Shinto monk group on the other side of the ring.