Chapter 301

The green dragon has a strong breath, which Feng Yuqiu can't resist at all. Seeing the impact, Feng Yuqiu feels sad. It's over. The myth of three hundred unbeaten Games has been broken.

Between the electric light and flint, Jiang Wuchen suddenly rushed forward, his palm stretched out, and an unusually strong suction appeared, "roar!"

The breath of the flying green dragon was immediately affected by suction and turned into nothing.

"Admit defeat or not?" Jiang Wuchen carries his hands and looks aggressive.

"Poof."

Feng Yuqiu's chest stabbed and finally couldn't suppress it. A mouthful of blood gushed out.

Ah!

The people under the challenge arena were stunned one by one.

"Win, yeah! Brother Chen, you're the best. You're the real shoulder of Chongyang island. I'm convinced." Zheng Shao shouted excitedly.

Shi Yongfang had an unbelievable look on his face. "It would be unbelievable if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. Feng Zhanshen of Chongyang island was... Defeated."

"The key is... He lost to Jiang Shi, who was... 18 years old." Liu Mu said bitterly.

A faint smile appeared on Miss Feng's face, and then she returned to normal. Feng Yuqiu was her man and created a mythical record on Chongyang island.

But this record was defeated today.

Miss Feng didn't feel sad because of Feng Yuqiu at all. Instead, she felt happy for Jiang Wuchen's victory. "Her talent and martial arts are super first-class. If I knew you a year earlier, I hope it's time... It's still too late. Jiang Wuchen, don't let me down. Keep working hard. The world has just begun."

Feng Yuqiu's old blood gushed out, and his body couldn't support it. The blood was not beaten out by Jiang Wuchen, but vomited out by himself.

The stabbing pain in his chest made him intolerable at this moment. The internal strength of his whole body seemed to be fading rapidly, which was a sign of internal injury.

"I wasn't defeated by you," Feng Yuqiu said.

Jiang Wuchen smiled indifferently, "hehe, are you because you didn't eat at night?"

"Poof." Feng Yuqiu spurted blood again. Then he held back his trembling and stood straight with his teeth. "I can afford to lose and never make excuses. I admit that you are strong. If you really fight, I may... Really not be your opponent. But this time... I vomited blood because of myself.

OK, OK, even if it's my own reason, I still lose. If I lose, I lose. "Feng Yuqiu looked up and stared at Jiang Wuchen," I lost today. I'll challenge you again when I recover from my injury. "

Jiang Wuchen shook his head. "You are not my opponent today. Do you think you can beat me tomorrow?"

Feng Yuqiu was stunned.

"Your congenital Yang deficiency can only get worse and worse," Jiang Wuchen said.

Feng Yuqiu's old face turned pig liver, "you... What are you talking about? Who's Yang deficient?"

"Yang deficiency is Yang deficiency. There's nothing you dare not admit. Even if you don't admit it, I can see it." Jiang Wuchen said.

Several people under the challenge arena laughed, especially Zheng Shao, patting his thighs and laughing, "Feng Yuqiu Yang lost, ha ha, Feng Yuqiu Yang lost."

Xiaocui frowned and couldn't help asking Miss Feng, "what does Yang Kui mean?"

Miss Feng doesn't understand either. She doesn't dare to comment rashly.

Xiaocui whispered again, "is it Yang Wei..."

Miss Feng blushed. "Ask your master."

"Master, what does Yang Kui mean?" Xiaocui raised her voice and asked.

Jiang Wuchen smiled, "this is a disease."

"You're Yang deficient, you..." Feng Yuqiu was angry, and his chest hurt more. Even his back waist hurt, and even his back lumbar spine hurt more than his chest.

Jiang Wuchen said, "do you feel pain in your chest and back waist like a needle?"

"Well, how do you know?"

"Recently, every time I run the internal force, as long as the internal force runs too hard, there will be a tingling sensation in my chest, right?"

Feng Yuqiu took a breath, calmed her internal strength, and the pain in her chest was more comfortable.

"Congenital Yang deficiency leads to poor breath in the weather, excessive pill consumption and consumption of a lot of Yuan Yang. Tut Tut, there is no help." Jiang Wuchen shook his head and then turned and jumped down the challenge arena.

Feng Yuqiu's face was livid. "You... What are you talking about? You can't go. Make it clear."

Jiang Wuchen ignored him and jumped off the challenge arena to Miss Feng.

"Hello!" Feng Yuqiu shouted.

Jiang Wuchen still ignores him.

Tang Ju under the challenge arena shouted, "Hey, you haven't slapped him eighteen times?"

Feng Yuqiu only felt the obstruction of Qi and blood in his chest and the pain was incomparable. His cold eyes stared at Tang Ju, "do you want to come? Come up and smoke yourself!"

Tang Ju laughed, "Feng Yuqiu, Feng Yuqiu, you should never have thought that you are today. How about it? It's hard to be ridiculed and ridiculed by others. It's humiliating to be a loser in one's hand and slap yourself in the face?"

Feng Yuqiu clenched her teeth, bowed her head and said nothing. She became a king and defeated the enemy. This humiliation can only be firmly remembered in her heart.

Jiang Wuchen stepped down from the challenge arena. Miss Feng looked at him and clapped with joy and worship.

Feng Yuqiu, who saw this scene, was even more angry, with black lips and red eyes.

Miss Feng said, "I don't see. You're so powerful without saying a word. Qinglong fist? Hiss, what's your relationship with Tiantai Mountain Qinglong temple?"

Jiang Wuchen smiled. Unexpectedly, Miss Feng could see the Qinglong view of Tiantai Mountain through Qinglong boxing.

Jiang Wuchen did not answer.

Miss Feng said, "you won Feng Yuqiu, the God of war of Chongyang island. Why didn't you respond?"

Jiang Wuchen said with a smile, "how do you want me to react?"

"You won the God of war! How do you think you should react?"

Jiang Wuchen scratched his head, "I smiled."

"That's all?"

"That's all. For Feng Yuqiu, Jiang Wuchen won't lose face if he loses to me." Jiang Wuchen said. There's nothing wrong with this sentence. Who's the loser of Jiang Wuchen? Hell in the ten halls of the underworld, plus the five underworld emperors, there are countless experts.

Those people are real masters.

Compared with those people, Feng Yuqiu is not even a hair. He said that losing to Jiang Wuchen not only doesn't lose face, but also can be transformed into a level with the ten halls and the five Hades. Naturally, it is glory.

However, to Miss Feng, this seems a little too arrogant. She appreciates confident men, but when she is overconfident, she seems very annoying.

Although Jiang Wuchen won Feng Yuqiu, Miss Feng couldn't help disdaining her words.

"The green dragon boxing you saw today is not all green dragon boxing. A set of Kung Fu can be called martial arts, which is definitely not simple. If you think you have mastered it, you are very wrong.

What you have mastered is just that at present, there are some martial arts. At different stages, you will have different feelings, such as Qinglong boxing. "Jiang Wuchen looked at Zheng Shao and Xiaocui and said that these two are his own disciples. It is more or less necessary to tell them.