"Internal strength, mastery of the state, how is it possible?"
The leader of the West and North Gang, Lu Bao, stood in the middle of a group of gangsters. He looked at Ye Xiong's body without any wind, his face was so shocked that he could not speak.
As the leader of a well-known underground gang in Jiangnan City, his knowledge is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary gangsters.
Contemporary martial arts is mainly divided into three categories: external strength, internal strength and martial arts.
Martial arts are moves, which are the easiest to learn.
For example, Baguazhang, Changquan, Juntiquan, etc. These common moves can be easily learned by ordinary people.
As for external skills, in addition to referring to physical strength, there are also some martial arts that require hard work.
For example, Eagle Grasping Kung Fu, Iron Head Kung Fu, etc. These martial arts have not been practiced for three to five years, and there is no visible effect.
The third category is the most difficult internal strength!
In today's world, there are very few people who practice internal energy because it takes very little time to achieve results.
Neigong doesn't have much effect when you first learn it. Only after five to ten years of persistence can you make slight progress, making your five senses and six senses more sensitive and your strength stronger. This is just the beginning.
After practicing for more than ten years, if a person is gifted by God and can practice to a mastery level, the internal energy will be transformed into internal energy in the body and placed on the body for defense and attack.
The young man in front of me is only about twenty-three or four years old. Did he start practicing internal skills when he was less than ten years old?
Not to mention that Ye Xiong has reached the level of proficiency in internal energy, even if he doesn't use internal energy, these hundreds of people may not be able to hurt him.
"How old is he? Did he start practicing internal energy in the womb?"
"How can I still fight when my internal injuries are to this extent?"
A group of gangsters made noises and formed a circle of encirclement around them, and no one dared to step forward.
The light of the control knife illuminated the entire hall, and everyone was watching.
Ye Xiong stood on the table, the airflow in his body increased again, and his clothes bulged up.
Seeing him strengthening his internal strength, the gangsters around him took a few steps back again.
At this moment, a shocking scene occurred.
A small black object suddenly fell out of Ye Xiong's clothes. At the same time, the originally bulging clothes immediately deflated.
When everyone saw the small object that fell clearly, they were all dumbfounded.
What fell down was a palm-sized miniature fan.
"He knows nothing about internal skills. He is just cheating. Kill him."
"Eleven million, kill him."
Feeling that they had been teased, the little gangsters picked up their machetes and slashed at Ye Xiong one after another.
"Hey, what a broken fan, it broke just after use."
Ye Xiong jumped off the table, held the entire chair in his hands, and swept away.
The two gangsters at the front were shot and flew away.
But under the influence of money, these little gangsters all went crazy and rushed towards them desperately.
Ye Xiong took the chair and walked through the crowd. He raised the chair and lowered it, like a tiger descending from the mountain. There was a cry of mourning everywhere.
Suddenly, with a hissing sound, Ye Xiong was slashed on the back, and his clothes were torn in an instant.
"Haha, I've made a million, I've made a million." A short gangster shouted happily.
He felt the warmth coming from his back, which instantly ignited Ye Xiong's blood.
He looked like an animal, staring hard at the short gangster, and rushed towards him.
In a matter of seconds, he held the little gangster in his hand. He heard a constant gurgling sound, and the little gangster let out a scream. All his limbs were torn off by Ye Xiong. Except for the skin, which was still attached, the bones were completely broken.
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This also meant that he could only spend his whole life lying in bed.
"Who wants a million more?"
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 anyone as ruthless as Ye Xiong.
Who would be willing to do it if they could get one million in exchange for spending the rest of their lives in a wheelchair?
He is just a thug, just to earn a living, who is willing to lose his life?
Boom!
I don’t know who threw the knife first, and then a continuous banging sound was heard. In a moment, not a single gangster in the audience still had a knife in his hand, and they all ran away.
Ye Xiong strode towards He Haodong.
He Haodong panicked and ran towards the door in a hurry.
Ye Xiong flew up and kicked a chair away, smashing him into pieces. Then he walked over and lifted him up.
"What do you want? I'm warning you. If you kill someone, you will pay for your life. If you dare to touch me, you will never have a good life." He Haodong said nervously.
"Have you given me a good life?"
Ye Xiong smashed his body against the wall so hard that his whole body almost fell apart, and then said coldly: "How many times have I warned you, have you turned a deaf ear to my words? It seems like
If I don’t give you some color, you won’t have a long memory.”
After Ye Xiong finished speaking, he suddenly pressed his hand against the wall and bent one of his fingers hard!
Only the sound of broken bones was heard, and He Haodong's little finger was pulled directly to the back of his hand.
Suddenly, a sound like a slaughtered pig began to scream.
Ye Xiong bent his second finger on the back of his hand.
He Haodong was shaking all over in pain, his face looked ferocious, and tears and sobs ran down his face.
People outside the field were all stunned, clenching their fists instinctively.
It seemed that what Ye Xiong cut off was not He Haodong's finger, but his own.
"This time is just a lesson. If you send someone to harm me next time, I will make you disappear from this world." After Ye Xiong finished speaking, he exuded a death-like aura and said coldly: "No matter what
Believe it or not, even if I kill you, I can still walk on the street with arrogance."
After throwing the dead dog-like Ho Haodong to the ground, Ye Xiong left Fu Wah Hotel.
He Haodong was lying on the ground, shaking all over in pain, with a look of hatred in his eyes.
"Ye Xiong, just wait. If I, He Haodong, don't avenge this, I will never be a human being... Why are you still standing there? Send me to the hospital quickly." He Haodong shouted angrily at a group of gangsters.
Ye Xiong walked out of the hotel and the phone rang, but it was Du Yuehua's call.
Ye Xiong already knew that Du Yuehua installed an informant in Fuhua Hotel, otherwise she wouldn't have known so quickly when Klein was caught in Fuhua Hotel last time.
It seems that her spy informed her again about causing a scene in the Fuhua Hotel.
He was very curious about what kind of person Du Yuehua arranged for him to be at the Fuhua Hotel.
"Ye Xiong, why did you go to Fuhua Hotel to cause trouble again?" Du Yuehua asked anxiously on the phone.
Hearing Du Yuehua's nervous voice, Ye Xiong felt excited. Unknowingly, Du Yuehua's position in his heart had become very important.
"It's okay, I just got stabbed."
"What, is the injury serious?" Du Yuehua asked anxiously.
"No big deal, it's just a skin injury. Just put some medicine on it. But the injury is on the back, so it's a bit inconvenient for me to apply medicine..."
"You buy the medicine and I'll help you get it.",
Half an hour later, Ye Xiong had already bought the medicine and returned to Mingyang International Hotel.
When he took off his clothes and exposed the scar on his back, Du Yuehua breathed a sigh of relief.
The knife wound is indeed very shallow, just scratching the skin. As long as it is handled carefully, it should not leave any scars.
"Lie down on the sofa and don't move." Du Yuehua ordered.
Ye Xiong obediently lay down on the sofa, with his back facing up, and let Du Yuehua help him apply the medicine.
Du Yuehua was standing next to the sofa. Today he was wearing a black skirt. When he opened it, he happened to see the black hot pants on top and the bulging place between his legs underneath.
A burst of heat surged in his body, and Ye Xiong couldn't help but climb onto Du Yuehua's white and slender thighs.