"Even if you are here in the dragon and tiger den, I will come as long as I agree to you. Besides, you are not here in the dragon and tiger den. I will come if I want to come, and if I want to leave, I will leave."
Zhou Lang looked at He Feihong and said.
When he spoke, he only showed a little momentum, which made people mistakenly think that he was just a master's level of cultivation. Now he can control his momentum at will.
"I like courageous people, but sometimes there is no difference between courageous people and arrogant people. You belong to this kind of person." He Feihong sneered.
"Why do you want to say so much nonsense? He Feihong, arrange someone to fight me." Zhou Lang looked at Li Wenting, an old man in Tang suit beside He Feihong, and said: "My opponent should be you. It is beyond my expectation that He Feihong can invite a master like you."
Li Wenting is a famous master of Bajiquan. His cultivation is at the level of a master of martial arts. He is indeed a master, but he is not enough to see it in front of him. However, as long as he is not a cultivator, Li Wenting is basically an invincible existence in the secular world.
"Young man, you are pretty good. You are at the age of a famous family, but you are not worthy of fighting with me. Your opponent is my disciple "Iron Hu". However, you are the early stages of the famous family, and he is the peak of a famous family. You have no chance of winning. You might as well admit defeat directly. I think as long as you do what Chen Nuo does with Mr. He, he will not do anything to you."
Li Wenting pointed to the man in his early thirties and looked like an iron tower and said to Zhou Lang.
He is a master of martial arts, and his cultivation has returned to his original nature. Apart from being a little more energetic, it is not much different from an ordinary old man. However, Zhou Lang saw that he had the highest cultivation level. He was a little surprised. He had no idea that he had misunderstood. Zhou Lang was a much stronger existence than him, but he thought Zhou Lang was just the early stage of the martial arts master.
"He Feihong, are you sure that the "Iron Hu" fights me? Can he decide you? Don't admit defeat if you lose!"
Zhou Lang glanced at Tiehu. Tiehu's cultivation was enough to sweep the underground boxing world, but compared with him, the level of separation was too far away.
"That's right, as Mr. Li Wenting said, it's still time for you to withdraw from the loss. As long as you leave Deng Qi and no longer appear in Hong Kong, I can give you some money to let you have food and clothing for the rest of your life. You can use this money to feast for other women and enjoy your life."
He Feihong said that he believed Li Wenting's eyes very much. Since Li Wenting said that Zhou Lang was not Tiehu's opponent, he was completely relieved.
"Since I'm here, how could I admit defeat? I also hope that if the master I invited loses to me and stops harassing Deng Qi, we are all men, and we have to spit on one's own mouthful. Of course, if you don't keep your promise, I have a way to deal with you. I still say the same thing, I will turn you from a monument to a pauper. Then I see what kind of superiority you have."
Zhou Lang said.
"It's so arrogant."
He Feihong's face showed anger and said, "Then let's start." Then he pointed to the iron cage boxing ring in the center of the basement and said, "This is the place for you and Tiehu to fight. The rules between you are not rules until one party admits defeat or loses its combat effectiveness, or is even shot dead."
"Come on Zhou Lang, I will make you regret fighting me!"
Tiehu, who had been standing behind He Feihong and Li Wenting, walked out strode, walked into the iron cage, and shouted at Zhou Lang.
"Defeat you within three moves."
Zhou Lang calmly walked into the iron cage and looked at the iron tiger's way.
"There are no ones who defeated me in the world. Even in front of my master, I can still walk ten moves." Tiehu said angrily: "I just wanted to defeat you, but you despise me too much. I will crush your bones later."
"Close the iron cage."
Seeing that Zhou Lang exasperated Tiehu's anger, He Feihong was secretly happy and immediately asked a bodyguard to close the door of the iron cage.
"The duel begins!"
Then He Feihong shouted loudly.
With He Feihong's loud shout, the iron tiger approached Zhou Lang like a mountain. His master said that Zhou Lang was the early cultivation level of a famous family. He felt that his strength was above Zhou Lang, so of course he had to adopt an oppressive style. He was originally a master of position warfare and liked to close the punches and defeat his opponent.
Zhou Lang stood still. When Tiehu was approaching him, he slapped out with a light palm.
This palm is an ordinary move in the martial arts long fist recorded in the "Fragrant Xiu Book". It looks light and weak, but Tiehu suddenly changed his face.
He had underestimated the enemy before, thinking that Zhou Lang's palm was just a tentative false move, but when this palm approached him, he suddenly felt the sound of wind and thunder.
The one who can show the sound of wind and thunder in one palm is at least the cultivation level of the martial arts master.
"Tiehu, admit defeat quickly, you are not Zhou Lang's opponent."
Li Wenting, who was outside the iron cage, also saw this and shouted immediately. He felt that he had taken a look. Although Tiehu was already the peak of a famous scholar and was only one step away from the master of martial arts, he had not been able to pass this hurdle and his strength was incomparable.
But Tiehu had no room for thinking, because Zhou Lang's palm had reached his chest. He was not a master with good speed. It was impossible to dodge Zhou Lang's palm at this time, so he had to borrow it and punch it out.
The fists and palms intersected, and there was no loud noise, but the ground in the iron cage cracked, and Tiehu's fist was slapped back by Zhou Lang and hit his chest. He flew out and hit the iron cage.
According to normal circumstances, Tiehu would definitely vomit blood by Zhou Lang's palm, but Zhou Lang used cleverness. Tiehu hit the iron cage and fell to the ground, but was not seriously injured.
However, this scene shocked everyone present, and He Feihong was even more unbelievable. Tiehu was the king of black fist that lingered the underground boxing world, and was actually knocked away by Zhou Lang. Moreover, Li Wenting suddenly asked Tiehu to admit defeat, which made him realize Zhou Lang's strength.
But Tiehu stood up quickly.
"Tiehu, let him down!"
He Feihong screamed hysterically. He didn't know that Zhou Lang had held back just now, and he thought it was Tiehu who had strong ability to fight against attacks, because in the black boxing competition, Tiehu showed a very strong ability to fight against attacks. Sometimes the opponent's heavy blows could not do any harm to Tiehu.
Tiehu has been famous for many years. Every time he fights with people, it is a grand event in the underground boxing world. There are many audiences and gambling players participating. Since he became famous, he has never lost in the boxing ring. He has become accustomed to victory. This time he fought against Zhou Lang. Although there were no audiences, he felt that he could not lose. He was knocked away by Zhou Lang just now, which was even more disgraceful to him. Under He Feihong's inspiration, he became hot-headed and snatched Zhou Lang again regardless of the words of his master Li Wenting.
"You are not my opponent, give up."
Zhou Lang said lightly that if Tiehu was a smart person, he should follow Li Wenting's words and admit defeat. But now Tiehu is still coming with great momentum, and he knew that Tiehu would find it difficult for Tiehu to control his emotions. Such a person would be difficult to become a master of martial arts.
"Take a loss? I have never lost. Although your attack power is very strong, it can't cause any harm to me. You should admit defeat. Now you can try my iron fist."
Tiehu shouted violently, and his raindrop-like fist hit Zhou Lang.
Tiehu is worthy of being Tiehu. He is tall and spits iron towers, and his aura is like a tiger. Such a physique can indeed give people a feeling of oppression. His boxing skills are quite superb, and each punch gives a feeling of qi explosion.
"Why!"
Li Wenting was outside the iron cage and saw Tiehu not listening to his words and admit defeat, and sighed.
Because he knew that Tiehu was not Zhou Lang's opponent at all, and he would definitely lose. Zhou Lang had already held his hand just now, but Tiehu didn't know how to advance and retreat. If he angered Zhou Lang, Tiehu would be killed by Zhou Lang. The rules of the black boxing competition were that one side would not admit defeat or completely lose its combat effectiveness, and people outside could not enter the iron cage. As a master of martial arts, he could not break these rules.
The iron tiger's raindrop-like fist failed to hit Zhou Lang at all, because Zhou Lang broke all his tricks because he only made one leg.
Tiehu was knocked away again. This time, he fainted directly on the iron cage and did not stand up again.
He Feihong took a breath when he saw this scene. He didn't expect that a black fist king like Tiehu would be killed instantly by Zhou Lang. Speaking of this, Zhou Lang also has the strength of a martial arts master.
He began to pay attention to Zhou Lang. Modern martial arts declined, and martial arts masters were rare. Zhou Lang was a martial arts master in his twenties. He thought Zhou Lang was a real martial arts genius. Such a person would kill one person at a time, which was very terrifying.
"He Feihong, Tiehu loses, that means you loses. Remember Chen Nuo between you and me." Zhou Lang said: "Open the iron cage, I'm leaving."
"Iron Hu is just a warm-up for you. Your real opponent is Mr. Li Wenting, who is a real master of martial arts and the most powerful warrior in China."
He Feihong laughed.
"He Feihong, don't you think you are shameless?" Zhou Lang said.
"Zhou Lang, it seems that you know you are defeated by Mr. Li. Those, as long as you admit defeat, I will open the iron cage and let you go." He Feihong said.
"What other experts have you hired? Let's go with this old man." Zhou Lang said disdainfully. He knew that He Feihong was using provocation to stimulate him and let him fight against Li Wenting, but he took the initiative to jump into the pit, because in his eyes, Li Wenting, who is known as the strongest warrior, is just like this.
"Young man, you have become a master of martial arts at such a young age, which made me look away. You do have the capital to be arrogant, but you are still a little short of it in front of me. Twenty years later, you may be able to defeat me, but now you are no match for me."
Li Wenting slowly walked towards the iron cage.
"Old man, do you really want to fight me? He Feihong is a person who is untrustworthy. Are you still willing to help such a person?" Zhou Lang looked at Li Wenting and said lightly.
"The little disciple Tiehu has a low cultivation level. He is indeed not worthy of being your opponent. If you defeat me, I can guarantee that Mr. He and you will fulfill their agreement."
Li Wenting said that if others called him old man, he would have been furious for a long time, but now, he has not gotten angry. In his eyes, the level of force can determine the level of status. Zhou Lang has the strength to fight him, so even if he is of his peers.
"Old man, He Feihong is a treacherous person, I'm afraid he won't give you this face." Zhou Lang sneered. He and He Feihong only met twice, but he knew that He Feihong was definitely not a trustworthy person.