"How is it possible to be able to master the realm of internal strength?"

Lu Bao, the leader of the West North Gang, stood among a group of gangsters, looking at Ye Xiong's airflow without wind, and his face was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

As the famous underground gang leader in Jiangnan City, his knowledge is naturally beyond the reach of ordinary gangsters.

Contemporary martial arts are mainly divided into three categories: external skills, internal skills and martial arts.

Martial arts are moves, which are the easiest to learn.

For example, Baguazhang, Changquan, Military Body Fist, etc., ordinary people can easily learn these ordinary moves.

As for external skills, in addition to the strength of the flesh and body, there are also some martial arts that are cultivated through hard work.

For example, the Eagle Grab Master, the Iron Head Master, etc., these martial arts have not suffered for three to five years and cannot be seen.

The third category is the most difficult internal strength!

In today's world, there are very few people who practice internal skills because they are very slow to achieve.

When you are a beginner, you have no major effect. Only after persisting for five to ten years can you make a slight progress, making the five observations and six consciousnesses more sensitive and stronger, and this is just the beginning.

After more than ten years of practice, if a person who is gifted to the level of mastery, his internal energy will be transformed into internal energy in his body and placed on his body for defense and attack.

The young man in front of him is only about twenty-three or four years old. Could it be that he has started to practice his internal skills before he was ten years old?

Not to mention that Ye Xiong has reached the level of mastery in his internal skills, even if he doesn't use his internal skills, these hundreds or dozens of people may not be able to hurt him.

"How old is he? Has the aunt started to practice internal energy in her womb?"

"How can I get the internal injury to this level?"

A group of gangsters spoke out, forming rounds of encirclements around them, and they didn't dare to step forward.

The light of the controlled knives illuminated the entire hall, and the whole audience was reliant on it.

Ye Xiong stood on the table, the airflow inside his body increased again, and his clothes were bulging.

Seeing that he strengthened his internal strength, the gangsters around him retreated a few steps again.

At this moment, an amazing scene appeared.

A small black object suddenly fell out of Ye Xiong's clothes, and at the same time, the originally bulging clothes immediately became weak.

When everyone saw the small objects that fell clearly, they were all stunned.

What fell off was a miniature fan the size of a palm.

"He knows nothing about his internal skills, he is simply cheating and killing him."

"Ten thousand one million, cut him down."

The gangsters who felt that they were being teased all fucked the machetes and slashed at Ye Xiong one after another.

"The grass, what kind of broken fan, it broke down just after use."

Ye Xiong jumped off the table, fucked the whole chair in his hand, and swept it out.

The two gangsters at the front were shot and flew out directly.

But under the influence of money, all these gangsters went crazy and rushed over with no chance.

Ye Xiong took a chair and walked into the crowd, his hands raised and fell down, like a tiger going down the mountain, with a lot of sadness.

Suddenly, with a hissing, Ye Xiong was cut off on his back and his clothes were instantly broken.

"Haha, I've earned one million, I've earned one million." A short gangster screamed with joy.

Feeling the heat coming from his back, Ye Xiong's bloodiness suddenly ignited.

He saw his eyes as if he were beasts, staring at the short gangster fiercely, and rushed towards him.

In a few seconds, he held the gangster in his hand. He heard the giggle keep coming. The gangster screamed, and his limbs were torn off by Ye Xiong. In addition to the epidermis, his bones were completely broken.

This also means that he can only spend his whole life lying in bed.

"Who wants a million?"

Ye Xiong kicked the fainted gangster away and glanced around.

A group of gangsters were all frightened and retreated one after another.

They have never seen someone as cruel as Ye Xiong.

Who would do it if you get one million and spend your whole life in a wheelchair?

Just being a thug, but for the sake of making a living, who would even lose his life?

Bang!

I don’t know who threw the knife first, and then the sound of banging sounds kept ringing. In a moment, no gangster in the audience was holding the knife in his hand, and they all ran far away.

Ye Xiong walked towards He Haodong with big strides.

He Haodong was panicked and hurriedly ran towards the door.

Ye Xiong flew up, kicked a chair away, smashed him directly into a dog and ate shit, then walked over and lifted him up.

"What do you want to do? Warn you, killing someone to pay for your life. If you dare to touch a hair, you will never have a good life." He Haodong said nervously.

"Have you given me a good life?"

Ye Xiong smashed his body hard onto the wall, and his whole body almost fell apart. Then he said coldly: "How many times have I warned you? Have you taken my words like a wind in your ears? It seems that if you don't give you some color, you won't have a memory."

After Ye Xiong finished speaking, he suddenly pressed his hand against the wall and bent one of the fingers hard!

Only the sound of bones breaking out sounded, and He Haodong's tail finger was directly pulled to the back of his hand.

Suddenly, a pig-killing voice screamed.

Ye Xiong bent his second finger on the back of his hand.

He Haodong was so painful that his whole body was trembling, his face was ferocious, and his tears were sobbing.

Everyone outside the field was stunned and clenched their fists instinctively.

It seemed as if Ye Xiong was not He Haodong's fingers, but his own fingers.

"This time I'm just a lesson. If you send someone to harm me next time, I will make you disappear in this world." After Ye Xiong said, his whole body exuded a breath of death, and he said coldly: "Whether you believe it or not, kill you, I can still walk on the street with a swagger."

He threw He Haodong, who was like a dead dog, to the ground, and then Ye Xiong left the Fuhua Hotel.

He Haodong was lying on the ground, trembling in pain, and a hatred gaze was revealed in his eyes.

"Ye Xiong, wait. If I don't avenge, I, He Haodong, don't swear to be a human being... Why are you still standing there? Take me to the hospital quickly." He Haodong roared angrily at a group of gangsters.

Ye Xiong walked out of the hotel and the phone rang, but it was Du Yuehua's phone number.

Ye Xiong had known about Du Yuehua installing a spy in the Fuhua Hotel for a long time, otherwise she would not have known that quickly when Ke Laien was caught in the Fuhua Hotel last time.

It seems that her eyeliner informed her again that she made a big fuss about the Fuhua Hotel.

He was very curious about what kind of person Du Yuehua arranged for the eyeliner at the Fuhua Hotel.

"Ye Xiong, why are you going to Fuhua Hotel to cause trouble again?" Du Yuehua asked anxiously on the other side of the phone.

Hearing Du Yuehua's nervous voice, Ye Xiong felt excited. It turned out that before he knew it, Du Yuehua's position in his heart had become very important.

"It's okay, I'm just a knife."

"What, are you seriously injured?" Du Yuehua asked anxiously.

"I just want to know that it's just a skin trauma. Just add some medicine, but it's a bit inconvenient for me to apply medicine..."

"You buy medicine and I will help you with medicine."

Half an hour later, Ye Xiong had already bought the medicine and returned to Mingyang International Hotel.

Du Yuehua breathed a sigh of relief when he took off his clothes and exposed the scar on his back.

The knife wound is indeed very shallow, just scratching the skin. As long as you take care of it, there should be no scars left.

"Lying on the sofa, don't move." Du Yuehua ordered.

Ye Xiong obediently lay on the sofa, his back facing up, and let Du Yuehua help him apply medicine.

Du Yuehua stood next to the sofa. Today he was wearing a black skirt. When he opened it, he happened to see the black hot pants on his face and the bulging area between his legs inside.
Chapter completed!