The martial arts arena was silent, Shang Fan and Xiao Hai swallowed their saliva, and their shock was indescribable.

With Zhang Wu's ability to dodge bullets in his hand, as well as the agility of the Saihuo Monkey, he instantly jumped out of five meters, and among the juniors present, except for the master of the transformation realm, no one was his opponent.

Even if you practice swordsmanship, the world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable, people are fast, you can't cut people at all, what about the eighth-level ferocity, you have to hit the talent!

Even the young man who was writing on toilet paper was looking at Zhang Wu in a daze at the moment, and the arm holding his chest was put down, no matter how unruly he was, not to mention that there are countless masters in the world, and his peers can't hold it down, you are still proud of yourself!

"The kid is ugly" Zhang Wu hugged his fists to everyone, humble as a ceremony, without any pride, and his bearing was impressive.

Returning to Nan Fansheng's side, Li He patted Zhang Wu excitedly and said, "Senior brother is mighty!"

Nan Fansheng sighed: "To be able to get this son, Xingyi Fist is also lucky!"

Zhang Wuyan is the best among his peers, regardless of martial arts or martial arts, but some people are not convinced.

Compared with Zhang Wu, Shang Fan, and Xiaohai, who are twenty years old, they are less than ten years older than them, and they are all considered to be the same generation, but the gap in kung fu is big.

Seeing that Zhang Wu's momentum was too great, suppressing the limelight of the master's family, Yanzhou Taishou looked unhappy, and wanted the eldest disciple of the master of the Yanzhou Martial Arts Alliance to make a look and let him appear.

"Senior brother's kung fu of dodging bullets, Qing Song admires, the realm of you and me is far apart, I really shouldn't use the realm to suppress your majesty, I apologize to my junior brother first, but the position of the commander can only be fought for, please junior brother Haihan!"

Qing Song's appearance is one round older than Zhang Wu's, he looks old, and he is a master of the transformation realm, and he has some reasons to compete with Zhang Wu, so he puts his posture very low, because you should win.

Zhang Wu smiled slightly, there was no competitive posture at all, and his right hand stretched out, "Senior brother, please!"

Qing Song came to the stage, and he didn't see him perform tricks, nor did he make big moves, but he walked around the martial arts arena as usual and stepped off the stage, but Zhang Wu sighed to himself.

Because a small whirlwind rose from the platform, the height was only ten centimeters, and it was very weak, and it was impossible to see it if you didn't pay attention, but it kept rotating, rolling the dust on the platform into it, and the green pine took more than ten seconds to disperse after stepping down.

There is a legend in the inner boxing, no matter which Bagua Taiji shape means, as long as you practice to the gods, you can use your feet to move the world, I heard that there are masters on the street, to the crowded place, as long as he goes forward, the people around him will involuntarily get out of the way.

I get out of the way but I don't know it, I'd rather squeeze together with others than block the path of this master, like a god coming to the world, and mortals retreating.

Qingsong walked and set off a whirlwind, far from affecting the world, but there was already a trace of meaning, the realm was high, and there was a trace of "Tao" meaning, which was far from being comparable to dodging bullets.

Everyone remembered it for a long time, and it was not until the whirlwind dispersed that they reacted, and they all clapped and applauded, and they were convinced.

Zhang Wu was a little worried, and he didn't know how far Li He's kung fu had been, so he had to ask secretly: "Senior brother, are you sure?"

Li He smiled and said nothing, but saw that someone had already appeared.

A Confucian student in his thirties came out of Haizhou, wearing a robe, with a graceful demeanor, a thin figure, and seemed powerless.

Confucianism is different, he speaks politely, introduces himself, and is also very polite to his subordinates, "Can I ask my little brother to help me get an egg?"

The man was flattered, the person he saw today was like a "god" in his eyes, the shock in his heart lasted for a long time, and he was used to being called, and others were not used to treating each other politely, so he hurried to the kitchen to get eggs.

As soon as Confucius said eggs, everyone present knew what he was going to do, holding the eggs.

In a word, "a good man can't break the egg", you can't hold it with much strength, because the force around the egg is uniform, and the direction of the force is towards the center of the circle, and the power of the egg can cancel each other, and the force around is no force, some people say that you can hold it badly, that is "pinch", not a grip!

The subordinate respectfully handed the egg to the Confucian Sheng, and then withdrew.

Seeing that the body is weak, but it is practicing Bajiquan, the ghost knows what kind of power this emaciated body contains.

With his five fingers together, he held the egg in his hand and signaled to everyone, and Confucius spoke: "Senior Brother Qingsong's gossip kung fu is a must, it can cause a whirlwind, and the younger brother is ashamed of himself, but our kung fu focuses are different, and we can't compare them in detail.

Confucian is domineering, and he really breaks the bull, if he can't compete with his skills, let's get started, fight first, and then talk about it, whether he dies or not!

Being so presumptuous on the territory of Yanzhou, Qingsong naturally couldn't weaken the prestige of his family, smiled warmly, and replied with a fist: "As the senior brother wishes!"

But I heard a slight "poof", I didn't see Confucian Sheng exert force, just closed his hands very casually, but there was a powerful explosion, beyond the capacity of the egg, and it was as simple as chopping melons and vegetables.

Treat others with yourself, Zhang Wu's palms tightened, he didn't know if he could hold the eggs, and he was not confident!

The competition has reached this point, only Li He and the people from Ancestral Prefecture did not appear, and it all depends on their ability, if they can't suppress Confucianism and Qingsong, it will eventually evolve into a life-and-death contest, and whether they can work together to sweep away Jinzhou is a matter of two words.

"Senior brother, please!" Li He is so skeletal that his exposed skin is like a cow's tendon, ordinary people only think that he has suffered greatly, and it is really pitiful to be hungry like this, but those who practice martial arts are shocked, the legendary ascetic is like this, plus the bald head while the light is bright, the monk!

The people of Ancestral Prefecture are also masters of the transformation realm, and their age is estimated to be thirty-five years old, seven or eight years older than Li He, so it is appropriate for the family to show their faces first.

After the game, he saluted all parties first, but he didn't speak, and his Adam's apple was flat, Zhang Wu looked carefully and saw that he was dumb, and couldn't help but glance at Li He, Senior Brother can, he has more eyesight than himself.

The master of the ancestral state was silent, turned around on the martial arts arena, leaving three afterimages, and then hugged his fists and returned to his position, as plain as water.

Just walked around, and the skills of everyone present were all pressed into darkness, making everyone silent, and it was difficult to describe the taste.

The audience was silent, and it took a while to come back to their senses, and they looked at this mute who couldn't speak, and they were convinced, they were obscure a second ago, and they overcame the crowd in the blink of an eye, and the real person did not show up!

At this point, it seems that Li He no longer needs to appear, and everyone knows who the position of commander will be.

But the dumb master was very humble, bent down and stretched out his hand to show respect, and invited Li He to appear.

"Senior brother!" Zhang Wu shouted, shook his head at Li He, and signaled him not to go up, obviously it was better to go up and be embarrassed, and he was laughed at on the way.

Li He has a deep affection for Zhang Wu's brothers, and when he saw Zhang Wu's signal, he immediately hesitated, but saw Nan Fansheng and said: "If you lose, you don't lose the battle, it's good to show your stunts to open your eyes!"

Zhang Wu didn't know about Li He's kung fu, but Nan Fansheng knew that the black boxing king was not called for nothing, plus during this period of time, Li He had gained real skills and made brave progress, and the black boxing king with real skills in his family was very exciting.

Since Nan Fansheng spoke, Zhang Wu also let go, "Senior brother, come on!"

Li He laughed, heroic, although his face was a little stiff and cold, the influence of the devil training camp on him had not completely receded, and his personality had not yet been raised, but his heart was fiery.

After experiencing devil training, the cruel torture made him face the verge of collapse every day, why is it for the sake of this moment, if you want to not lose face in front of people, you have to practice hard behind it.

"Senior brothers, Li He is ugly!" Li He's voice was so loud that people couldn't help but pay attention to him.

But he saw him come to the wall of the martial arts platform, stretched out his hand, pressed the wall, and the tiled wall was like tofu, and as Li He exerted his strength, his palm was firmly embedded in the wall, and the dust fell.

Li He withdrew his hand, there were palm prints on the wall, three points into the wall, fingerprints were visible, the surroundings were smooth, there were no traces of carving, real qigong!

This is not enough, goodbye he walked around the martial arts platform, leaving five figures, each of which has a different posture, stretching out his fists, kicking his legs, bending over, standing, and lying on the ground, just like the villain drawn in the martial arts cheats, to demonstrate martial arts to you, one move and one style are lifelike and lasting.

This can no longer be described as martial arts, but divine skills!

Even the twin old men in Haizhou were stupid, staring at the afterimage quietly, but their hearts turned over the river and the sea, and the back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves.

It took a full minute for everyone to come back to their senses, applause was not enough to describe their feelings, they all thought that they were gods, looking at Li He's gaze like a celestial man, and the young people of each family had no other thoughts in their hearts except respect, the gap was too far, ambition was useless, only looking up!

And Zhang Wu doesn't have so many complicated ideas, this is his senior brother, and he will learn this ability another day, he is thinking about how Li He can do this.

Pressing his handprint on the wall, he could see clearly, one was qigong, and the other was dark energy.

The pores in the palm of the hand open and close, the vitality rushes out instantly, destroys the internal structure of the tile, and instantly shatters into slag, the hand can naturally press in, and then the qigong follows the handprint, squeezes it in, prints out the fingerprints, and uses the dark energy to tease out the bright energy.

As for walking around and leaving an afterimage, Zhang Wu can also do it, but he can only leave one, that is, the tiger pounces suddenly, and the speed reaches the extreme in an instant, and when he pounces forward, there is a shadow in place.

The speed at which the eyes see things is not comparable to the speed at which people move themselves, which will cause illusions, and this is how the afterimage comes from, but Li He can leave five shadows with different descriptions at the same time, which is strange.

Zhang Wu touched his chin and glanced at Nan Fansheng without a trace, it seems that the master has taught the private goods to the senior brother!

Nan Fansheng is such a master, Zhang Wu's playful eyes were instantly captured by him.

"Little slippery head, don't look at it, I'll teach you when I go back!"

Zhang Wu blushed, scratched his head embarrassedly, and muttered in his heart, "Teach it, I won't be jealous, this is very good, if you let the senior brother be the successor, I will be relaxed, there is something boss, how comfortable I am!"

When everyone reacted, they were all impressed, hugged their fists to congratulate, and the position of commander fell to Xizhou.

But Nan Fansheng didn't hold this jar, and waited for everyone to congratulate him before he said: "I am not a suitable candidate for the commander, now I want to promote one person to everyone, you must have heard of his name, Li Bochan!"

Zhang Wu was stunned and looked at Nan Fansheng with crooked eyes.

"Lieber?"

And the others were also stunned when they heard this name, and Yanzhou Taishou joked: "Master Nan said it a long time ago, he was teasing us for a long time, and Li Bochan will command it, and I will be convinced!"

Ancestral Prefecture Taishou: "Yan Taishou is right!"

Haizhou Taishou: "Tell me early, do everything you can't ......!"