The audience sitting in the audience are tourists who come from all over.
They have no sense of belonging to any state, so they naturally have no support for anyone or against anyone.
But judging from the performance of the states just now, they are more willing to support Jiangzhou Wu Qian at this moment.
So when they heard Wu Qian say, "I'll hit you ten times for someone like you," they couldn't help but silently cheer for him - but in reality, they would never dare to applaud.
The people sitting across from you are all big guys, and anyone you offend may be irreparable. The safest thing to do at the moment is to just quietly be a freeloader.
"You're looking for fucking death!" Hong Chengxiang was furious after hearing this, clenched his fist and strode towards Wu Qian's face.
There was nothing fancy about this punch, nor was there the roar of tigers and cranes when Deng Rong punched before. There was only the sound of the air being torn apart, which fell in everyone's ears, sharp and harsh!
Wu Qian, who had dared to easily take Deng Rong's fist before, frowned slightly when facing this punch.
He chose to take half a step back to avoid Hong Chengxiang's sharp edge, and then stretched out his hand to block Hong Chengxiang's punch, and hit the opponent's chest with his palm.
"Poof!" There was a crisp sound, like a fleshy palm hitting a bronze bell, which made everyone's eardrums hurt.
"External kung fu, golden bell?" Wu Qian was surprised and hurriedly retreated, only to be clinging to him and pursue him.
When Wu Qian saw this, he immediately snorted coldly, stamped his right foot on the ground, and dug the sole of his foot into it to stop his retreating figure. Then he poured his palms hard and slapped Hong Chengxiang's fist hard. .
With a loud "Boom!", Hong Chengxiang retreated three or four steps before he could stop himself. Wu Qian's retreat was stopped abruptly because one of his feet was stuck in the ground, and he still stopped. In place.
Seeing this, Uncle Long, who was standing behind Yang Che, dared to nod and confirm: "Yes, this worshiper of the Han family has reached the threshold of perfect inner strength. If we can win this battle, we will not be defeated until March. You will reach the state of perfect inner strength."
"Is the internal energy perfect?" Yang Che frowned and asked hurriedly: "Uncle Long, did you read that correctly?"
Uncle Long shook his head: "Those who can withstand the martial arts of outsiders' golden bells will not be so easy if they don't have perfect internal strength. Although Wu Qian has not yet reached the point of being relaxed and casual, the fact that he can defeat Hong Chengxiang shows that he has reached perfection. threshold."
"It's strange. Wu Qian has been stuck in the Perfection of Internal Energy without any movement. Why did he break through after the Qin family was destroyed?" Yang Che was very puzzled, and then he thought of a possibility, "Could it be that the one who defeated Xie Chuan in the first place was actually the one who defeated Xie Chuan?" It's him Wu Qian, there is no Master Ling at all?"
Yang Che felt that this possibility was very high. This would explain why the Han family dared to be so stubborn when facing pressure from the four states.
"Uncle Long, in your opinion, who among the two will win?" Yang Che asked, turning his head.
Uncle Long seemed to have thought about this question a long time ago, so when he heard the question, he immediately gave his answer: "Within a hundred moves, Hong Chengxiang will lose, but Wu Qian will also be seriously injured and will have no strength to fight anymore." .”
Hearing this, Yang Che not only felt no joy, but instead frowned even more tightly: "If that's all, why should he, Fu Renjie, challenge me? Or is this Hong Chengxiang not the trump card of his surname Fu?"
If it is the latter, it means that Fu Renjie's trump card is even more powerful than Hong Chengxiang's, which makes Yang Che have to worry.
Uncle Long seemed to see Yang Che's worries, so he immediately comforted him: "Mr. Yang, don't worry, he has limited funds, and any master he can hire is no match for me. He can also hire anyone who can beat me." Do not move."
After hearing Uncle Long's words, Yang Che finally felt reassured.
On Jiang Chuyu's side, Uncle Zhong also gave Jiang Chuyu a similar answer at this time.
After hearing this, Jiang Chuyu couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Zhong, if Yang Che wants to get involved in the Qin family's real estate industry, are you sure?"
She asked this politely. To put it simply, who is stronger, you or Uncle Long?
Hearing this, Uncle Zhong couldn't help but smile slightly and replied: "Miss, the little old man has been in consummation for more than twenty years. It is no exaggeration to say that everyone in this arena has not been taken seriously by the little old man."
Hearing this, Jiang Chuyu's eyes sparkled and he felt extremely at ease.
At this time, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in the field. After Hong Chengxiang retreated one after another, he suddenly shouted loudly, and then his muscles bulged, just like those of bodybuilders. His muscles seemed to be inflated, and his body proportions began to become abnormal. Coordinate.
Seeing this, Uncle Zhong and Uncle Long whispered to the people in front of them at the same time: "Hong Chengxiang is ready to fight for his life. It depends on whether Wu Qian can catch it."
If you catch it, the state of perfection will be stable. But if you can't catch it, your whole body will be disabled, and you can't expect to reach the state of perfection in the future.
Hong Chengxiang's muscles swelled all over his body, and his entire fighting style became very different from before.
There was offense and defense before, but now the middle door is wide open, allowing Wu Qian's pair of iron palms to hit him. He did not resist at all, but just smashed at Wu Qian's body.
Wu Qian didn't dare to confront him head-on, so he could only move around and try to avoid his fists.
As a result, Hong Chengxiang smashed the concrete on the ring like foam, and the gravel flew everywhere, scaring the audience in the front row to retreat for fear of being injured by bullets.
When Chen Ai saw Wu Qian being pressed down and beaten, he was so excited that his adrenaline surged. He was sweating all over, and his whole body was soaked, with no dry spots at all.
When Wang Qixiang saw this similar scene, he suddenly felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and froze in place motionless.
The younger brother next to him asked him at the right time: "Brother Wang, why do I feel that this scene seems similar? It seems like the scene when you and Zhao Yunhao were fighting."
"..." Wang Qixiang's heart was in chaos at this time. Of course he could see that the scene was the same as when he was fighting yesterday, but... I want you to fucking remind me! Do you think I am blind?
Seeing Wu Qian's embarrassment, unable to hurt Hong Chengxiang no matter how hard he hit him, Wang Qixiang couldn't help but feel sympathy in his heart - Grandpa Wu Qian, I, Wang Qixiang, understand the pain in your heart!
Although he was very reluctant, Wang Qixiang still glanced at Zhao Yunhao and couldn't help but think to himself: 'This kid must have learned the martial arts of this golden bell, otherwise I would never be able to beat him without hurting him! '
Zhao Yunhao's eyes couldn't help but shine when he looked at the scene of rocks flying on the field. Then he looked at Ling Yi excitedly, pointed at the ring and asked, "Does it look like it? Does it look like the scene where I beat Wang Qixiang yesterday?"
His voice was not quiet, and Wang Qixiang heard it clearly, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find a hole to put his head in.
"What do you want to express?" Ling Yi asked angrily.
Zhao Yunhao immediately expressed his thoughts: "Do you think it is possible that I have learned the golden bell cover unknowingly, just like Hong Chengxiang, so Wang Qixiang can't hurt me."
"Do you think this is possible?" Ling Yi asked.
When Zhao Yunhao heard this, he nodded desperately, for fear that he would not be able to express his firm heart at this time.
"Isn't it true as the saying goes, reading thousands of volumes and writing like a master, is it possible that even if you break thousands of feet, the golden bell will naturally cover you?"
"..." Ling Yi couldn't help but praise Zhao Yunhao's imagination, "Don't cancel the expert account you registered, keep it for yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hong Chengxiang in the field didn't know why, but the bulging muscles in his whole body collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then, as if he had lost all strength, he collapsed on the ring, gasping for air, and he couldn't even find the strength to speak. None.
"It seems that this kid's Golden Bell is only half-baked and won't last long." Uncle Long shook his head, "I have to say, Wu Qian's luck is really good."
When Gu Yu, who was sitting on the right, saw this, he couldn't help but laugh at Fu Renjie: "Fu Renjie, this is indeed the master you invited. It fits your work style very well. They are all so short, hahaha..."
Fu Renjie was so angry that he pointed at Hong Chengxiang on the ring and yelled: "You idiot, he's shorter than me! Go and carry him away for me, you're a disgrace!"
Chen Ai suddenly looked horrified when he saw this, his eyes were a little dodgey, and he didn't dare to look at the corner on the other side of the ring.
"Stop hiding it. If you still have experts, use them as soon as possible, otherwise you will go back to Shaozhou." Yang Che snorted coldly, and then asked Wu Qian, who was looking slightly tired in the ring: "What can we do between us?" Let’s put it aside for a moment, now it’s a conflict between Fu and our four states, you’ve already fought two games, do you want to come down and rest first?”
"That's fine." Wu Qian walked straight down from the ring without any politeness.
After listening to Yang Che's words, Fu Renjie not only showed no fear, but laughed with expectation on his face: "I originally wanted to have fun with you, but since you are so impatient to seek death, I will help you!"
After saying that, Fu Renjie shouted towards the towering mountain behind the arena: "Master Shan, they want to die and are just waiting for you to take action!"
With a loud shout, everyone looked up at the high mountain. They only looked at it for a few seconds. Except for the floating white clouds, no one was seen.
But soon, Uncle Zhong, Uncle Long and Wu Qian on the high platform frowned, and soon after, the audience on the other side of the stage opened their mouths wide with expressions of extreme horror...
They saw, first a black dot, then a group of black shadows, and then a figure, passing through the clouds, falling straight from the sky towards the center of the ring!
