In a short period of time, the fists and legs of the two men had collided more than ten times. The two men did not relax at all. They were both going back and forth, and the sound of banging and banging sounded wildly in the ring.

"How come this guy's fists are so strong..." The confidence in Luo Ming's eyes turned into calmness. This Chang Jian's strength was different from the intelligence he had collected.

Chang Jian was originally supposed to be at most beef tendons, but now he is at least at the level of iron bones...

This does not mean that after mastering Qi and blood, there is no need to temper the body, but it means that the realm of divine power is the time to truly temper one's body.

That kind of tempering and tempering outside, the strength and enhancement methods of tempering in the boiling blood realm cannot be different.

Originally, the senior brothers of the four major martial arts schools should all be in the beef tendon stage of the divine power realm, but now with Chang Jian's fists, even he feels hard...

I'm afraid the energy and blood have already penetrated into the bones.

"It seems that we can only use the trump card..."

Luo Ming's mind suddenly moved, his steps jumped, his body retreated violently, and then his legs twisted. He was like a petrel treading water, and he rushed towards Chang Jian, and his right leg directly hit Chang Jian's waist.

Chang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, clenched his fist with his left hand, and his fist brought out strong winds.

Boom!

Luo Ming took advantage of his strength and used his left leg like a machete to chop off Chang Jian's head. As long as he hit the target, it wouldn't be a problem to directly kick Chang Jian's head open.

Chang Jian crossed his fists. The human body's legs are originally stronger than fists. It's just that the arms are more flexible than the legs. Chang Jian didn't dare to kick down like a machete.

Only one arm punched to resist.

Boom!

Luo Ming couldn't help but smile. Chang Jian's reaction was not what he expected!

Chang Jian now had his arms crossed, and his view was blocked by his right leg.

He won this round!

Luo Ming's left leg, which was originally supposed to be used for support, instantly jumped into the air. He lifted it up and lifted it up!

At this time, Chang Jian, who was supposed to have no vision, tilted his head back as if expecting a prophet, and Luo Ming's toes brushed against Chang's hard nose.

"How did you know……"

"Guess!" Chang Jian smiled, grabbed Luo Ming's left leg, and then threw it hard to the ground.

It was originally a means of winning, but now it was cracked. Luo Ming, who had lost the stability of his lower body, was grabbed by his left leg and fell to the ground with a thud. He tried to break away, but it was too late. A huge fist was aimed at him.

The door bangs.

"Admit defeat!"

Luo Ming saw Chang Jian's ferocious smile and the momentum of his fists, so he had to quickly put his arms in front of his head.

Boom!

Click~

Luo Ming's whole body was beaten to the edge of the ring. Jiang Ziling quickly jumped on the stage and stood in front of Luo Ming.

"Damn it! Why are you fighting after you've already admitted defeat?" Jiang Chuan suddenly stood up and growled, and when he stood up, it was like a chain reaction.

Zhao Huben, Shi Zhou, and Hong Yun all stood up one after another and stared at Jiangchuan.

Zhao Huben shouted: "Chang Jian, what's wrong with you? Didn't you hear others shouting to admit defeat?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I couldn't bear it for a moment. After all, fists and feet have no eyesight. I didn't know that the senior brother of the Iron Leg Sect was so weak."

Chang Jian clasped his fists and said embarrassedly, but inside and outside his words, he said that Luo Ming was injured because of his trash.

"How do you know my killing move!"

Luo Ming stared at Chang Jian, a bad guess flashing through his mind.

Chang Jian shrugged, chuckled and said: "That's your killer move. It's quite weak. With the way you act, everyone knows that your next move will be a kick... You can think whatever you want...

…Hahaha."

"you!"

"Get out of here. Hahaha."

Chang Jian didn't want to talk anymore, so he turned around and walked out of the ring. Jiang Ziling listened to what the two said. Just now she thought Luo Ming's moves didn't have much effect, but Luo Ming seemed to say that wasn't the case.

"Did someone leak the key to your killing move? But..."

Jiang Ziling was about to ask, but she swallowed it when she saw the look in Luo Ming's eyes, because the only people who knew Luo Ming's killer moves were her father, her, Luo Ming himself and Zhang Yinglong... She and her father definitely didn't want to do the Iron Legs Martial Arts School.

It's their business to be closed.

"Maybe it's just a guess...Junior sister, please don't worry about this, I will make my own decision!"

Luo Ming calmed down quickly. He couldn't tell Jiang Chuan about this matter first. Now that the Iron Leg Sect is in crisis, people's hearts must not be distracted. If they are distracted because of his speculation, then his sin will be great.

Jiang Ziling nodded, but it would be fine if Luo Ming made his own decision.

"Master, I lost..."

Luo Ming came to Jiang Chuan and knelt down with his fists clasped. Jiang Chuan quickly asked Luo Ming: "That Chang Jian is obviously in the 'Iron Bone' state, and you are the 'Beef Tendon'. If the stalemate continues, the loser will definitely be you, you

It’s normal to use dangerous tricks. There’s no need to be too concerned about it.”

Jiang Chuan said so, but everyone knows that if you want to win, Luo Ming's game is one of the most crucial.

Even if Li Guan wins.

The only games where they have a winning rate are multi-player games.

The probability of winning both multiplayer matches is not very high.

Because they only have one full state, and the opponent may bring out two full state warriors at any time.

If they can win the first game, they really may not be able to win the second game.

"Go ahead, Xiaosi... If you really can't win, don't force it." Jiang Chuan's voice was a little vain. In fact, he already wanted to know the result. If Luo Ming won, there would still be a chance, but now Luo Ming lost.

The iron leg gate has no chance.

Cheng Cheng fell on the ring, looked at the person coming up, cupped his fists and said: "Iron Leg Kung Fu Cheng Cheng."

"Red Line Fist Meng Chuan."

The person opposite lazily clasped his fists in salute. Seeing such an attitude, Cheng Cheng kicked his right foot sideways, with a whistling sound in his calf. A layer of faint red mist enveloped his right leg. Meng Chuan's left fist instantly expanded, as if

The blood jade punched Cheng Cheng.

Bang!

Leg-fist collision.

A loud noise like the clash of gold and iron erupted on the arena.

It's like someone taking a sledgehammer and smashing an iron ingot.

"The Iron Leg Gate is definitely lost now. This Meng Chuan is only one step away from divine power. He is the second senior brother of the Red Line Hall. I thought Zhang Yinglong would come on stage, but why didn't he see anyone else?"

"Don't you know? Zhang Yinglong was injured two days ago. If Zhang Yinglong had played, it would have been difficult to determine the outcome of this game, but you said that if you let Cheng Cheng play... you would definitely lose. It seems that the Iron Legs Martial Arts Gym is hopeless.

.”

…

Li Guan frowned as he listened to the discussion in the spectator seats next to him. It looked really not good. Now in the ring, Senior Brother Cheng has been defeated one after another by Meng Chuan's offensive. It seems that he can't hold on for much longer.

There is still a bit of a gap between Senior Brother Cheng and this Meng Chuan, both in terms of strength and speed.
Chapter completed!