40,000 Years of Cultivation

The mountain breeze howled, shattering the sound of urgent footsteps.

The fog was heavy, and dots of flame appeared.

"Be careful, the two fallen ones are ahead!"

"Be careful, they have been severely injured by the priest, fell off the cliff, dying, and turned into pigs and sheep to be slaughtered!"

"Go, go!"

With bursts of gasping and howling, a team of pursuers tore through the mountain breeze and fog and approached.

They are all masters with sharp eyes like falcons, their temples bulging high, their skin exuding a metallic bronze luster, their muscles like rocks, and their bodies full of explosive power.

Especially their fists.

Either curled like an eagle's claw, or sharp as a tiger blade, or thick as a bear's paw, and some five fingers are stubby, the joints are smoothed, and when they are clenched, they look like small oil hammers.

These fists are immersed in their skills for more than ten years and decades, as well as their infinite loyalty to the **** of fists.

The leader of the young man with a hooked nose and thin lips like a flying blade is named "Han Kou".

There was an unabashed, vengeful flame in his eyes.

Repeatedly chanting the name "Grey" in his mouth.

Han Kou is a boxing genius who is well known to everyone within a radius of hundreds of miles.

As the only heir to the "Iron Armor Boxing Gym" in the town, he was just born with his father's feet upside down and soaked with a secret ointment. Before he learned to speak, he learned to shake to attack the boxing target. He began to accept harsh platoon training at the age of three, laying a solid foundation for inheriting the family tradition of "Golden Bell Cover, Iron Sweatshirt, and Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Training".

Han Kou is a genius. Since he defeated the first adult at the age of seven, he and everyone in the boxing gym have believed so firmly.

And the greatest tragedy of a genius is to meet another genius, another even more powerful genius.

Han Kou, Grey.

Since Sheng Yu, He Shengliang.

In the iron fist school, in the major boxing gyms in the town, and in deep mountain trials, the Han Kou challenged Grey again and again, and was knocked down by Grey again and again. He could endure the pain of skin cracking and even bone fracture. , But the feeling of being trampled on the soles of the feet, trampled in the dust, and soberly aware that he is not a genius, is that he can't forget it even after he died.

Han Kou hated Grey deeply, and incorporated this hatred into his boxing practice, making Shuangquan more fierce and violent.

One day, he will crush Grey's bones with these fists burning with black flames-Han Kou firmly believes this.

Unexpectedly, when the opportunity fell from the sky so quickly, Gray turned out to be a wicked believer in the power of machinery and steam.

There is no way to go to heaven, no way to go to hell, no wonder he is cruel!

"From now on, I will be the number one master of the younger generation in Chijin Town!" Han Kou grinned grinningly, his originally pretty face turned out to be particularly ugly.

Behind Han Kou, the silent young man is called "Zhou Yan", who is also the best among the younger generation in town.

Unlike Han Kou's raging flames surging around his body, Zhou Yan's heart is still like water.

He didn't cultivate for hatred, fame or fortune or other boring purposes.

He is one of the purest fighters.

He only practices for the most sacred faith.

He wants to become extremely powerful and use this method to please the **** of fist.

"Fist God is the only true God in this world.

"There is no demon or evil power that can contend with the **** of fist.

"As the people who are favored by the **** of fist, our only purpose in the world is to defend the way of iron fist, to wipe out the evil spirits, to defend the sky and the sky, and the heavens and the earth.

"Regardless of the fallen evil spirits ahead, or the mechanical demon and the steam demon, it is impossible to stop our iron fist from advancing all the way."

Zhou Yan firmly believes in this.

As a result, he moved forward very firmly.

Following them, more than a dozen teachers from the Iron Fist School.

They are not only responsible for teaching the fierce boxing skills of the children in the town, but also for shaping the souls of the children, so that the children can realize the power and grace of the **** of fist.

Therefore, rebellion like Gus and Grey appeared in the town, and they, as enlightenment teachers, felt that the responsibilities on their shoulders were extremely heavy.

"These two demons were born under our hands. Now, let us solve them cleanly. Don't let the evil spread."

The teachers communicated with each other with their eyes, and quickly determined the tactics.

Beside the teachers, there are many senior students from the Tekken school, as well as the masters and elite disciples in the town boxing gym. They want to catch or kill the evil Taoist rewards, and they are gearing up, eager to try, and wait for it. Jump to the front of Han Kou and Zhou Yan, and grab a head start.

At the end of the team, it was Lei Lie, a frightened priest of the Fist Temple.

He deliberately slowed down the team, wanting to leave more time for Gus and Grey to stop and give themselves a good time.

I also felt that this kind of thinking was absolutely heinous, and he was totally unworthy to be the spokesperson of Boxing God on earth.

While wondering whether to make another move later, he directly knocked his nephew and niece off the cliff.

I also know that only capturing them alive and sending them to the flames of the Temple of Fist is the most correct and pious way to deal with them.

Thinking left and right, hesitating, Lei Lie sighed faintly, knowing that he had been seduced by the devil and tainted his faith. This once extremely loyal priest of the Fist Temple could only scream in his heart: "Glen, Glen, you really are It’s not superficial, I knew it today, so why bother in the first place!"

No matter what thoughts are in the hearts of the people who chase the team, one thing is certain.

The target is already a turtle in the urn, and there is nowhere to escape.

Even if the dog jumps over the wall hurriedly, it is impossible to cause the slightest trauma to them.

The only way to escape the flames is to climb to the edge of the cliff now and jump up and down.

Therefore, when they found in the indistinct fog, Gus was as thin as a stick, holding an assault rifle, rotary bomber, and shoulder-mounted honeycomb launcher taller than him, swaying. When it appeared, they all laughed blankly.

"It's that trash!"

"Gus, catch it with all your hands, and avoid the pain of flesh and blood!"

"Gus, where is your sister, we know that you are an accomplice, hand her over, maybe we can spare you not to die!"

"Gus, even if you have poor grades in Tekken School, you are a well-known piece of waste. You can't graduate after so many years, but you shouldn't fall into the evil way-depending on your father's face, isn't it the town? Can't I give you a bite of food?"

"Don't mention his father. His father is a heinous evildoer. Maybe he is a spy sent to the world by mechanical monsters and steam demons. It is blessed by demons that he has terrible power!"

"Yes, it must be so. I understand. It must be the **** of fist who discovered the details of their family in the underworld, and then punished him and turned him into a waste. It was Glenn and Grey who got the power 'cost'!"