Chapter 203

Yan Shu is in his twenties. He wears a red short fighting suit. He is in his early seventies, has a national character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his eyes are awe inspiring.

He said coldly, "I want to challenge Xiyu."

There was an instant uproar at the scene.

It's exciting. You have to challenge experts as soon as you come up.

Looking at the Lord, everyone found that Xiyu didn't know when to leave.

"Xiyu won't run away?"

"Do you think it's you? Counsellor, Xi Yu won't be such a person."

"Then why doesn't he dare to fight? He represents our Qinglong club. If he loses, he will lose a lot."

Zhu shaodan glared at the speaker. The other party was frightened by the ferocity in his eyes and quickly shut up.

Yan Shu looked around, "Xiyu, I want to challenge you. I count three times. If you don't appear again, you will escape, one..."

As soon as the voice fell, a dark shadow fell from the sky and landed lightly on the challenge arena.

The mirror hooked his lips. In the sight of ran Tengxiao's exploration, he said quietly: "what Mr. ran said is true. It's really wonderful."

Zhao Zhen lay on the railing with bright eyes. "It's too handsome. Come on, Xiyu. Beat this arrogant guy hard for me."

Everyone was shocked by the lightness of his posture. The young man was dressed in black, his thin back was aloof and rebellious, and his low hat brim highlighted the mysterious atmosphere. Many people thought about what he looked like when he took off his hat, but they could only think about it.

"Are you Xiyu?" Yan Shu looked at him and squinted.

He is too young and still a minor. Just look at his weak body. I don't know how many punches he can stand.

There is really no one in the green dragon club to hold such a person as an expert.

"Stop talking nonsense and do it." The young man snorted with disdain.

"Arrogant children, look at the moves." Yan Shu made several moves, punched and kicked. With the sound of "ah hey" in his mouth, he seemed to be able to bluff people.

"What's this move?" Someone asked curiously.

Everyone looked at each other and could only watch the excitement. I really didn't know the way inside.

"Yan Hong, the founder of the fire hall, came from the Shaolin school. He used the South heavy fist, short hand, North heavy leg and long hand. He improved the Luohan short fight of the Shaolin school, supplemented by the Qi method, to form a unique through arm fist. There are both the opening and closing of the long fist and the flexibility and delicacy of the short fight. Today's popular Sanda Taekwondo is no better than in front of the through arm fist." The mirror said faintly.

Ran Tengxiao squinted at her: "how do you know?"

Zhao Zhen asked anxiously, "will Xiyu be in danger?"

The mirror turned the Buddha beads with its fingertips and stared at the challenge arena downstairs.

Yan Shu made a preemptive strike and moved at the wind. He rushed close in an instant. His fist hit like a thunderbolt and a series of beads.

Everyone was shocked. The explosive force was really amazing. They all sweated for Xi Yu.

Zhao Zhen rushed to the railing and grabbed it nervously.

The young man in black is as tall as a mountain. Even if his boxing style is close in front of him, he is calm as usual. He doesn't see the slightest panic. He is somewhat detached.

When the boxing style was only a few millimetres away from the tip of the young man's nose, the young man turned his body, his fist rubbed the tip of the young man's nose, and the young man slipped. The people didn't see it clearly. The young man had reached Yanshu's back, and Yanshu was shocked, but the time was late. The young man grabbed Yanshu's right shoulder with one hand, and Yanshu's footwall exerted force. The young man took his shoulder as the fulcrum, turned his body and jumped gently in front of Yanshu, Clasping the right shoulder, the hand went down along the shoulder arm. Where he passed, he only heard the crisp sound of "click". Yan Shu's face was pale and snorted.

The youth took a step back, and the clouds were calm and the wind was light.

Ye Feng, who had been lazy and leaning against the column, suddenly straightened up.

Ye Shuang looked at the stars, caught a glimpse of Ye Feng's actions and smiled: "I told you earlier, don't underestimate Xi Yu. He fought with your senior brother. Your senior brother was defeated miserably. Look at Yan Shu, this is not a long lesson."

With this move, Yan Shu was defeated.

Everyone shook their heads. At first, they thought it was so powerful. In front of the real strong, it was just fists and legs.

Yan Shu knelt on one knee and felt that the whole right arm was so numb that he couldn't make any strength. He stared at the young man in black standing opposite. Yan Shu was shocked. His arm fist of the fire hall was supplemented by Qi method. He was invincible, but there was a dead hole, that is, covering the door. No one would know it on his right shoulder.

How could the other party know?

"Who the hell are you? Who did you learn from?" Yan Shu asked gnashing his teeth.

"I'm not qualified to know if my men are defeated." Behind his hands, the young man's tone was wild and arrogant.

But no one despised his arrogance, but admired him more. Only absolute strength can deserve such arrogance.

The young man was elated and high spirited.

Zhao Zhen patted the railing and said with a laugh, "OK, OK."

She suddenly turned her head and looked at Mingjing. Mingjing tasted tea indifferently. She was elegant in white clothes and bright with silver lotus. The boy downstairs was proud, and her eyes were smiling.

"Did you already know?" Zhao Zhen thought that she was familiar with the origin of the fire hall just now, and felt that she and Xiyu were not simple.

Maybe it's not just a simple relationship.

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Zhen snorted coldly, "you know why you ask."

The mirror hooked his lips, ignored the man's exploratory eyes, and looked down at the challenge arena downstairs.

Yan Shu has been defeated. He was hit by the cover door. He can't recover in three days.

After Yan Shu's exit, Ye Feng jumped into the challenge arena, which was different from Yan Shu's seriousness and composure. This was a playful young man. Everyone laughed as soon as they saw him.

"Where did the child come from? You'd better go home and do your homework quickly. Don't overestimate yourself."

"He is Ye Jian's younger martial brother, the once-in-a-century genius of xuanjing gate."

"That's him. Is there no one at xuanjing gate?"

Listening to the sarcasm around, the boy didn't care. He looked at Xi Yu with his chest in his hands.

"My name is Ye Feng. I am the once-in-a-century genius of xuanjingmen. Today I want to challenge you." The boy opened his mouth and didn't threaten enough. He just felt that he was a mischievous boy.

Zhao Zhen didn't look at the boy at all. He hummed: "cousin, Ye Jian, the younger martial brother, is too arrogant. He offended me just now. Xi Yu, you should teach him a lesson for me and let the smelly boy who doesn't know the greatness of heaven and earth get out of Jiangzhou."

The mirror narrowed her eyes slightly and her eyes fell on the little boy.

Ye Feng smiled and punched. His feet were fast, and his boxing style was dissolved by Xi Yu. However, Ye Feng was not discouraged, his breath was stable, and hit a punch again. This punch was stronger than the previous one. The boy still had the spare strength to smile: "look at my Humen fist."

The bright mirror's eyes flashed slightly. The young man was more difficult than she thought. One section had been out, and he had to use short strength to make another attack. In such a short distance, not to mention continuous strength, even a single strength could not be used. However, the young man's strength was as fast as electricity, galloping like a tiger, young and dark. His strength had reached perfection, and he was invincible in close combat.

Sure enough, his fist hit Tanzhong point in Xiyu's chest. Xiyu suddenly retreated a few steps, knelt on one knee and covered his chest with one hand.

In the unbelievable eyes of the people, Ye Feng blew his fist and said proudly: "the so-called first master is just like this. He can't beat the little master's Humen fist."

Ye song stroked his beard and nodded with a smile. Ran Qing said with a smile, "the little apprentice of the elder really deserves his reputation."

"The boy can't boast. He will be proud when he praises." Although Ye Song said so, his eyes were still very proud.

"Xiyu..." Zhao Zhen exclaimed, as if he had hit himself with his fist.

She suddenly turned her head and looked at the mirror: "Xiyu was beaten by this smelly boy."

The mirror held the Buddha beads and did not move.

Ran Tengxiao glanced: "this boy is good, but he is not Xiyu's opponent."

The mirror glanced at ran Tengxiao, and ran Tengxiao hooked his lips, "am I right?"

"The ninth chapter of Sun Tzu's art of war says: anger and speed can be insulted. Dark strength and skillful strength are only temporary abilities. Mentality is the real magic weapon to win. This young man is gifted, but his biggest weakness is pride."

He will lose.

Ran Tengxiao picked his eyebrows. At the moment, she finally saw a little awe inspiring character on the Marseille that day.

The so-called compassionate heart is just for the world to see. This is the real her.

A peerless sword.

Xiyu touched the corners of his lips and wet his mask with blood.

With a sneer, Xiyu stood up, shook his neck and made a crisp sound of "click click".

"Good, go on."

The words fell, and the whole man jumped out like an arrow leaving the string.

Ye Feng did not hesitate to let them fight together, chasing after the wind and electricity. They saw the residual shadow, and they were dazzled. They only heard the dull sound of their fists breaking into the air and hitting the meat, and the speed of the wind passing by their ears.

I wish shaodan a sweat. Master, you must win.

Ye Jian came over: "Xiao Ye, you're looking for me."

Zhao Zhen rushed over with an arrow and said angrily, "your younger martial brother is so hateful. He offended me. He dared to beat Xi Yu. It's too arrogant."

Ye Jian touched his nose and said innocently, "young lady, younger martial brother is naughty. For the first time in a big city, please look at the face of me and younger martial sister. Forgive younger martial brother this time. How can you blame younger martial brother for beating Xiyu and life and death in the challenge arena? Of course, if Xiyu hurts younger martial brother, I will be distressed, but I will never blame Xiyu."

"Sophistry is sophistry." Zhao Zhen said angrily.

Ye Jian is very arrogant. Who is arrogant, miss? Younger martial brother, in front of you, it's a small Witch to see a big witch.

Ye Jian glanced at the mirror and felt inexplicable.

It's not unreasonable for the eldest lady to suspect that Xiyu has any connection with Mingjing. If Xiyu is defeated by the younger martial brother today, she doesn't know what Miss Zhu will do.

Ye Jian takes a look downstairs. Younger martial brother has the upper hand. Xi Yu is beaten and has no power to fight back.

Ye Jian hooks his lips. If younger martial brother can defeat Xi Yu, he will become famous.

Zhao Zhen glared at Ye Jian fiercely, and Ye Jian coughed: "Miss, it has nothing to do with me."

"It has nothing to do with you. He is your younger martial brother. You have the responsibility of poor discipline."

Ye Jian looked wronged, and the eldest lady was too eloquent.

After a few rounds, Ye Feng was punched on the side face, blue and purple.

Ye Feng quenched a mouthful of blood. There was no ease at the beginning. His moves began to be impetuous, just like dominoes. Once he opened a hole, he would destroy the withered and decadent and be unable to return to the sky.

Ran Qing frowned: "this Xiyu is really not simple."

Ye song stared at the dark shadow in the field and murmured, "he reminds me of a person..."

"Oh? What did you see?" Ran Qing asked.

Ye song shook his head. "Maybe I'm dazzled." This kind of words can't be said casually. After all, that person is a taboo of the ran family.

Ran Qing sneered: "elder refers to Yujiang. His way is very similar to Yujiang."

This Xiyu is the same as that woman.

Ye song sighed: "the defeat is settled."

Ran Qing raised her lips: "it's natural. Your little apprentice is talented. How can he..."

Before the voice fell to the ground, the young man in black suddenly rose in the air and swept with long legs, like a rainstorm pear flower, dense and fierce, soft and hard. He kicked one after another without giving the other a chance to breathe. His posture was as light as a swallow, but his momentum was like a rainbow, sweeping thousands of troops.

The people under the stage took a breath.

Ye songmeng stood up and stared incredulously.

Lingbo Feiyan.

He had seen this move 14 years ago. The woman was as light as a swallow, but her momentum was extremely fierce. Her legs were as fast as electricity and as dense as needle rain. She didn't give people a chance to breathe at all.

However, its real strength lies in the final throat locking and killing.