"What a lucky guy. If you can be attracted by Mr. Huang, wouldn't it be a step ahead of martial arts?"

"Damn it, why isn't this person me?!"

......

Everyone began to talk.

At the same time, Yan Qingfeng's housekeeper also whispered in a little worriedly: "Master, what do you think about this? Do you think Mr. Jiang will beg for mercy and become a disciple?"

Yan Qingfeng laughed and shook his head, "You have underestimated Mr. Jiang. I guess that old man kowtowed Mr. Jiang to become a disciple."

The housekeeper was shocked, "Why did the master say this?"

Yan Qingfeng stroked his beard, "Look at Mr. Jiang's eyes, that was a sarcastic look."

"Mr. Jiang has such magical medical skills, and his mind must be transcendent to everyone, and the situation is still within his control."

"Believe it or not, will Mr. Jiang slap Huang Shichang in the face with the next move?"

The housekeeper kept silent, but he didn't believe it.

Can medical skills and martial arts be confused?

During this period, Song Zi'ang finally got his momentum, and his fists and forearm were full of blue veins, on the verge of an explosion.

His face turned red and ferocious, and his eyes were staring at Jiang He, "Boy, let's take the call!"

"Boom..."

A clear whistling sound fell into everyone's ears, and then Song Zi'ang disappeared into everyone's retina.

At this moment, everyone's hearts were lifted.

However, in almost the blink of an eye, another voice rang out on the other side of the ring.

"Click!"

“Ahhhhh…”

The crisp sound of bone cracks sounded accompanied by a scream, and the entire arena was silent.

All the audience widened their eyes and could not believe this scene at all.

"This...how is this possible?"

On the stage, everyone watched the two fists of Song Zi'ang and Jiang He faced each other.

Song Zi'ang was a big move that had been accumulating power for a long time, but the young man just raised his hand casually and punched him out.

But the result of boxing is completely different from what they imagined.

Song Zi'ang was defeated.

That's right, his forearm broke and twisted the bones when they came into contact with Jiang He's fist, and the scarlet blood even splattered everywhere by the huge pressure.

Even Song Zi'ang's entire person was shaken to the ground by the huge recoil force, covering his arms and screaming heart-wrenchingly.

He couldn't believe that Jiang He's fist was so hard!

This is impossible!

How did he do it?

Even the divine power of the gods is absolutely impossible to have such exaggerated strength!

His steps didn't move!

Even if he is a strong man in the Foundation Establishment Stage, Song Zi'ang believes it!

"Zi'ang!" Huang Shichang roared, jumped into the ring and helped Song Zi'ang up.

"How are you?"

Song Zi'ang is the eldest disciple he has devoted countless efforts to cultivate. If he had a few mistakes today, he would never have given up!

Song Zi'ang's face was extremely pale, "Master, my hand..."

Huang Shichang carefully checked Song Zi'ang's arm, and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley, his face becoming gloomy as visible to the naked eye.

Song Zi'ang's arm is completely destroyed, and all the bones and meridians are broken, and there is no possibility of remedy!

He turned his head to look at Jiang He with a gloomy face, "Thief, it's just a competition that's all. You actually hurt my disciple to such an extent. You're so vicious!"

"What evil means did you use to harm my disciple!"

"I want to do the way for heaven! Destroy you, a pest in the martial arts world!"
Chapter completed!