"Boy, what are you talking about?"

Li Wen abdicated Yang Xuerou and went to fight with the Nanyang people. Wang Yuanlong and others next to him were all shocked when they heard this.

What a joke.

The Nanyang people had killed several people and were extremely ruthless in their actions. Even the 300-pound player Yokozuna died under his command.

Yang Xuerou is a little girl who wants to fight with him. Wouldn’t she seek death?

"good."

However, unexpectedly, after hearing Li Wenchan's words, Yang Xuerou nodded firmly.

"What's the best? Sit it up and don't mess around." Wang Yuanlong shouted, "He asked you to die, will you go too?"

"I believe in Teacher Li!" Yang Xuerou said without hesitation.

Li Wenchan said lightly: "Go, this is your first battle, show it well. If you can win, you will be my disciple in the future. You can call me Master. If you lose, I will save your life, but from now on, you and I will no longer have anything to do with you!"

Master and teacher have different concepts.

A teacher can have many students, and there are many teachers all over the world.

But a master only has a few disciples.

The word "father" in Master means to be a teacher for one day and a father for life, which shows the weight of these two characters.

Li Wenchan saw a kind of aura that was as good as a man in Yang Xuerou. In addition, she had an extraordinary understanding and was born with the talent of martial arts, so she became a loving talent.

"I will definitely win!"

Yang Xuerou took a deep breath and walked onto the stage.

"What's this little girl going up?"

As soon as she stepped up, everyone was surprised.

"Damn it, you haven't let her come down yet. Do you want to see her die on stage?"

Wang Yuanlong said furiously, thinking that Li Wenchan was asking Yang Xuerou to die in vain.

"Uncle Wang, I'm teaching my students, so you won't have to worry about it." Li Wenchan had no intention of changing his mind.

Just as they were talking, Yang Xuerou on the stage shouted and took the initiative to take action.

Her steps moved, like a white crane stepping on the sand, her body was light, her fist was like a crane pecking, her opening and closing, and her energy was as strong as a needle.

This speed is beyond the reach of those trained special forces.

Yang Xuerou made the South Koreans opposite look solemn in her face.

This Nanyang man is a powerful person with a lot of experience in boxing, so you can feel the boxing and footwork of the girl in front of him at a glance, which is exquisite!

He knew that lions fought against rabbits, and he also used all his strength, bent his legs and bounced them, and his body was like a leopard, and he rushed out.

His fist was hit at a very fast speed, making a shrill tearing sound in the air, with fierce power, like a storm.

But Yang Xuerou's expression remained unchanged.

Her boxing techniques are like antelope hanging on the horns, and are extremely ethereal and can't find any traces of her moves. Every move seems to come with your heart.

As externally powerful people, Nanyang people have a distance of more than a thousand pounds per punch.

Therefore, Yang Xuerou's fist did not confront him head-on, but used softness to overcome hardness, just like a 4-bit or 4-bit in Tai Chi to achieve a huge impact.

"What kind of boxing is this? It's so mysterious."

Wang Yuanlong was also surprised at this time.

He thought that Yang Xuerou would definitely die if she went up, but who would have thought that the two of them would fight back and forth.

With his eyesight, it can naturally be seen that before Yang Xuerou entered the external force, the external force was to open the force through the limbs, so that the force could reach a thousand pounds.

What does it mean if you can compete with external force before you enter the external force?

It shows that her boxing skills are too exquisite!

"Where did she learn boxing?" Wang Yuanlong asked Li Wenchan.

"She is my student, so of course I teach."

"I'm so arrogant. Even a master of boxing who has practiced boxing for decades may not be able to teach it." Wang Yuanlong snorted coldly, not believing it at all.

"This little girl is so awesome."

"Yes, yes, so many tall and strong men could not beat her before, but she was not bad at all."

The rich people from all directions were all amazed.

The Nanyang people could not conquer for a long time, but instead felt like they were suppressed by Yang Xuerou. They knew that if they continued like this, they would probably lose.

He roared and took a deep breath.

My body suddenly became a circle bigger, and wherever the air reached, the diaphragm was filled and the skin was bulging.

"ah!"

His long roar was like a bell, deafening.

Then, his arm swung, two to four, four to eight, eight to six, and finally his fists were full of shadows, and his fists were everywhere.

This is a method of overdrawing, which stimulates all potential in the body and can launch the most fierce attack in the shortest time.

However, afterwards, you will fall into a period of weakness and it will take one or two months to recover.

"This is the true face of the boxing king. It was with this trick that he killed a black bear!"

The rich man's eyes lit up and he burst into laughter.

This Nanyang man is known as a boxing master, so how could he be an ordinary person?

This alone made many external experts present look heavy.

"If it were his previous strength, I would be 90% sure to beat him, but with this killer move, I would be only 30% sure at most."

A Yue next to Zhou Nianbao said with a heavy expression.

"This Nanyang man is quite powerful. This method of overdrawing physical strength is probably the secret method he learned from where he learned. This little girl is going to lose."

Behind Master Meng Wu, Mr. Zheng commented, not optimistic about Yang Xuerou.

Although Yang Xuerou's boxing skills are very exquisite, no matter how exquisite the boxing skills are, they are useless in the face of absolute power.

The so-called one force reduces ten goals.

This Nanyang man has many fists. No matter how you attack, he will be shrouded in his boxing skills. He can only fight him head-on and engage in a game of power.

However, Yang Xuerou has not yet entered the external force and her strength is inherently insufficient. How can she win if she fights head-on?

"I think he will win."

Master Meng Wu retorted, this is Li Wenchan’s student!

"What do you know?" Mr. Zheng disdained.

Including the Taoist real person Wang Yuanlong and the fourth-grade master Zhang Haojie, they all believed that Yang Xuerou would lose.

"What a pity. If she is asked to polish her for a few more years, and when she really gets into the outside world and comes here to participate in the competition, she will definitely win."

Everyone was sighing regret.

"Little girl, give up and stop beating."

Some people even asked her to admit defeat, saving her life is important.

But Yang Xuerou on the stage was not afraid at all.

Faced with the boxing technique that was covered with the overwhelming number of masters in the South, she just let out a sigh of relief, her heart was calm and she punched her.

This punch was ordinary, straight forward and straight, without any power, and even the wind of the fist was not lifted up.

In the eyes of many people, even kindergarten children can be squirted out, which is very ridiculous.

But it was this ridiculous punch that vaguely had a strange Taoist rhyme, like a flying immortal from the sky, mysterious and unpredictable.

This boxing is called "Flying Immortal Fist".

This is no longer a mortal fist, but an immortal fist!

Li Wenchen practiced the Wanxing Feixian Art and comprehended the immortal method. He created this "Flying Immortal Fist" based on the immortal method.

If he used this punch himself, he could break all the methods with one force.

Even though Yang Xuerou has no magic power, she still has the power to transcend the world when she uses this "Flying Immortal Fist".

The heavy punch of this master of South China was seen as the South China Sea, and after touching Yang Xuerou's punch, it disintegrated and vulnerable. Yang Xuerou's delicate fist was as powerful as a bamboo shoot, hitting the chest of the master of South China Sea.

boom!

His chest suddenly sank, and a deep fist mark appeared.

"What kind of boxing is this?"

The master of Nanyang finally opened his eyes wide and looked at Yang Xuerou in disbelief.
To be continued...