Yao Xingyuan jumped up from afar, a punch to lock half of the ring means is called momentum, a real boxing to the bones of the boxer should have the momentum, people describe the movement and static conversion is very fast, often use "quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit", Yao Xingyuan really did this, the sudden upsurge, people were caught off guard, and he is not a rabbit, but a living lion, Wang Yong, who was frightened in the ring and fled, is the rabbit, "This punch should be regarded as Lao Yao's most proud punch," Huo Qingfeng, the leader of Huo's Baji, commented, Yu Haiwang agreed: "This is the boxing method, there is a method in the boxing, unlike the current young man who will only rely on his fierce nonsense," between the two of them talking, the result has already been in the ring, although Wang Yong ran fast, his two legs moved at a high speed, and the horse shape of Xingyi Fist was brought into full play, but under Yao Xingyuan's punch that almost shrouded the ring, it still didn't seem fast enough, bang, Yao Xingyuan fell from the sky, as if the gods descended to earth, and smashed Wang Yong with a punch, Wang Yong was walking with his waist hunched, he didn't expect Yao Xingyuan's punch to be so fast, so accurate, the human shape rose, the fist fell, and Wang Yong on the other side had already been hit, poof, Wang Yong fell directly to the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly became pale, his face was like white paper, as if he was dead, only his limbs were squirming in the ring, and he was still telling people that he was still alive, "Okay, good fight," There was a cheer under the ring, these audiences had no position, all they wanted to see was excitement and blood, After fighting for a long time, finally someone vomited blood, they couldn't applaud, "Kill him, don't stop, hurry up and kill him," someone shouted, "Lao Yao, what are you waiting for, hurry up and kill him, so many of us are waiting to see, otherwise we will come in vain," and someone shouted, they want to see more exciting, hope to make a fuss, only in this way can they satisfy their increasingly paralyzed senses, only in this way can they find pleasure in blood and indifference, Xu Zi'an looked at this scene, and couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, He didn't make a noise, nor did he coax, but shook his head lightly as if he had predicted the result: "It's a pity, I killed myself," Xu Zitai looked nervous, he grabbed the armrest of the chair with both hands, and the layer of skin wrapped in the armrests was scratched by him, he just muttered silently in his heart: Stand up, Wang Yong, stand up, it's just that Wang Yong in the ring didn't seem to sense his voice at all, and he was still a little squirming just now, but at the moment he was motionless, as if he was dead, seeing this scene, those spectators finally went crazy, One by one, they suddenly stood up, waved their fists and shouted: "Kill him, kill him," on this occasion, these people's original reserve and steadiness were all gone, replaced by uncontrollable venting yug, they couldn't wait to personally come to the stage to lift Wang Yong on the ground high, and then fold it on the knee like a Muay Thai master, breaking Wang Yong in half, how exciting it was, "Old Yao, don't stop, have a good time," they shouted at Yao Xingyuan, but Yao Xingyuan didn't hear it, just quietly looked at Wang Yong in the ring, I don't know what he was thinking, after a while, he seemed to be finally overwhelmed by those noisy sounds, and suddenly turned his head to look at the spectators who had lost their minds, "Guoshu, it's not for performance, if you really want to see the excitement, then go on stage, I'll let you experience the more exciting," With these words, Yao Xingyuan grinned slightly, and a heavy killing intent burst out from him, "The spectators were silent in an instant, they were frightened, Yao Xingyuan at this moment was like a red-eyed demon in their eyes, Looking at them, it is clear that they want to choose people to eat, they don't know martial arts, they can't even stand a fist when they get into the ring, who dares to go up, see that no one is noisy, Yao Xingyuan snorted coldly, and turned his head back, "Brother Wang," An Ran has already cried into a tearful person, she can see the punch just now, so heavy, so ruthless, so ruthlessly fell on Brother Wang, he stood far enough, but he could still clearly hear the sound of bones breaking, the sound entered his ears, stabbing his heart, An Ran had a feeling that Wang Yong was no longer good, That punch has cut off all of Wang Yong's vitality, otherwise why didn't Wang Yong get up, An Ran cried and ran to the ring, his weak body wanted to squeeze away a few people on the edge of the ring and rush to the ring, but how could the few people guarding the ring let An Ran pass, the two martial arts hall disciples grabbed An Ran's arm and slammed it hard, An Ran couldn't take a step forward, a circle of red marks suddenly appeared on Bai Nen's arm, "Brother Wang, Brother Wang" sobbed Anran, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break through the blockade of the two martial arts hall disciples"Little girl, don't be sad, he's not dead," Zhang Xiaofang, who was sitting next to him, couldn't look past it at this time, and spoke, as soon as Zhang Xiaofang's words came out, everyone was shocked, Wang Yong was not dead, it couldn't be, they were all motionless, and the blood was spitting out a big pool, how could he not be dead, some people doubted, but looking at Zhang Xiaofang's sure eyes, he couldn't help muttering, Zhang Xiaofang was an old master, and most of what he said would not be wrong, "Two, don't bully a little girl like this, let it go," Zhang Xiaofang seemed to have a good impression of An Ran, his seemingly drooping old body gently leaned forward, and his thin fingers were on the two martial arts disciples, and the two martial arts disciples were like being electrocuted, and their whole body muscles and muscles were uncontrollable, and let go of An Ran, and when they reacted, Zhang Xiaofang's hand had already retracted, just like if he had not made contact with them, An Ran was unrestrained, hesitated to look at Wang Yong in the ring, and then looked at Zhang Xiaofang, and asked: "This grandfather, is what you said true?"
But why didn't Brother Wang move," Zhang Xiaofang nodded: "Of course it's true, it's just that this kid is playing tricks, cunning, it's rare, interesting," I can't hear praise or disapproval, but the meaning in Zhang Xiaofang's words is obvious, he is saying that Wang Yong is pretending to be dead, everyone looked at the ring suspiciously, a little suspicious of Zhang Xiaofang's words, but in the next second, there was no doubt, I saw Wang Yong suddenly get up from the ground, and said to Zhang Xiaofang with an unhappy face: "Grandmaster Zhang, you are always a grandmaster-level figure, As for not being able to get along with my junior, "but he complained that Zhang Xiaofang shouldn't expose him for pretending to be dead, in the face of Wang Yong's duties, Zhang Xiaofang just smiled and didn't answer, and when An Ran saw that Wang Yong was really not dead, he couldn't help but scream in surprise and cheered for Wang Yong, but the cheers didn't fall, and he saw that Wang Yong, who stood up, suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face became even more ugly.
Wang Yong is only a thought away from death, Yao Xingyuan looked at Wang Yong, and there was a touch of appreciation in his eyes: "I didn't expect you to survive with such a heavy punch from me, it's really powerful," Wang Yong smiled bitterly: "No matter how powerful you are, you have stepped on two footprints on such a hard alloy floor, this dark kung fu really makes me a little desperate," Wang Yong said that the moment Yao Xingyuan jumped up, the power burst out, and he stepped on the alloy floor with a footprint, Legend has it that before the founding of the People's Republic of China, the master of national arts secretly practiced at home, walked on the bluestone slab, lifted his feet was a pit, walked around the yard for thirty-six steps, leaving thirty-six footprints, that kind of kung fu Wang Yong thought it was just a rumor, but now he knows that it is true, this alloy floor is a few points harder than the bluestone slab, Yao Xingyuan can step on the footprints, let alone the bluestone slab, such a big gap between the two, Wang Yong still has a chance to win, he may not have it before he was injured, and now he is injured, I am afraid that he is even more no, many people present have seen this, Shaking his head one after another, Yao Xingyuan glanced at Wang Yong, and suddenly said: "It's almost at this point, although there is a murderous feud between us, but I don't really want your life, I will cut off your two hands, so that you will never be able to practice kung fu in the future, and the grievances between us will be written off, how about it," this sounds ruthless, in fact, it has already given Wang Yong face, Wang Yong killed Yao Xingyuan an apprentice after all, according to the previous rules of the rivers and lakes, it is a matter of endless death, Now Yao Xingyuan only needs to abolish Wang Yong's kung fu to reveal the grievances, but it is a great favor, "Hehe, I understand Master Yao's kindness, but I'd rather die than be humiliated, let's continue, in addition, why did your apprentice die, is it too much for me to kill the killer, and when it's over, you will know as soon as you ask Su Rui," Wang Yong refused without hesitation, and after speaking, he put on a posture in the shape of a monkey, but he was ready to continue to fight with Yao Xingyuan, Yao Xingyuan frowned, and there seemed to be another hidden truth in Wang Yong's words, It's just that now is not the time to ask, and when it's over, I really have to ask Su Rui, "Since you have decided, I respect you as a man, but in the future, I won't leave my hand because you are injured," Yao Xingyuan also put on a posture and said, "As I wish," Wang Yong's eyes were sharp, and he forcibly supported his shaking body and attacked first, but this time the monkey-shaped fight was scattered, and all the spirit and spirit were scattered, where is it like a monkey jumping around, it is clearly a wild boar that hits a tree, Zhang Xiaofang sighed, It can also be seen that Wang Yong is obviously not good, Yao Xingyuan's punch still had a serious impact on him after all, pop, Wang Yong should have scratched the monkey scratch on Yao Xingyuan's face, but it became a tickle, and was opened by Yao Xingyuan's hand, and the kung fu practice reached the point where Yao Xingyuan practiced, the fist was already the same as fine iron, and when he encountered the enemy, the strength naturally went out, and it hit Wang Yong's palm with a snap, just like an iron plate pumping on human flesh, making a frightening sound, Wang Yong's tiger mouth cracked open, and blood flowed downward,