I can be invincible all thanks to myself, martial arts, and my upper body!

The old man was stunned for a moment.

I was stunned by Cui Dongshan's words for a moment.

But soon, Haicheng's third brother laughed again: "If you come on stage just to scold me, well, you succeeded."

Cui Dongshan sneered: "Do you think you are awesome? Do you think I am jealous, and all my actions are like a clown?"

"Then, you will easily defeat me, making what I say now seem pale and powerless, and you can also use me to strengthen your prestige?"

Haicheng's third brother smiled: "What else?"

Cui Dongshan said: "Actually, I don't want to come. I prefer to stand in the audience and see my senior classmates "You are full of vigor and vitality, showing your personal accomplishments, making friends through martial arts, and making progress together."

"But the reality disappoints me. You have indeed shown extraordinary talents and become trend-setting figures in your class."

"But, in such a big country like Daxia, with tens of millions of college entrance examination students every year, only a few dozen people stand out? What's wrong? This is clearly an era where everyone is as powerful as a dragon, but just like the old society, we only focus on building a few brands, and others seem to have become your foils and background boards."

Cui Dongshan said angrily.

The third brother of Haicheng was stunned: "It's not a brother, it's a challenge."

Cui Dongshan came back to his senses, took a deep breath, suppressed some inexplicable emotions in his heart, looked at the third brother of Haicheng, and said: "Sorry, it was impulsive, let's start now, anyway, preaching is useless, in the final analysis, whoever has the stronger fist has the final say."

The third brother of Haicheng praised: "Yes, the strong is the king, your words are what you can understand."

Cui Dongshan smiled: "Please."

The third brother of Haicheng looked Cui Dongshan up and down and said: "There are choices in the challenge, do you want to use weapons?"

Cui Dongshan was stunned, and then he realized that before entering the battle mode, a selection interface appeared in front of him.

Fists, weapons.

Cui Dongshan looked at it and said: "What is your strongest?"

The third brother of Haicheng smiled: "Classmate, I think you should choose your strongest."

Cui Dongshan said: "I gave you a chance, but you don't cherish it."

The third brother of Haicheng looked at Cui Dongshan with strange eyes.

The guy in front of him obviously has not perfected his Qi and blood. Who gave you the courage to say that?

Then, Cui Dongshan chose fists and feet.

To deal with a senior high school student, even if he has perfect Qi and blood, there is no need to use weapons.

After the choice, the battle countdown.

At this time, Haicheng's third brother smiled and said, "Sorry, classmate, although I am sorry, but this time, I want to show the prestige of our Haicheng, so I can only fight quickly and have no time to play with you."

Cui Dongshan smiled: "Then come."

The countdown is over.

The battle begins.

Haicheng's third brother ran out instantly.

The footwork he practiced was not the running bull step, but the three-modified version of the ancient martial art of flying on the grass, which is light and agile.

Haicheng's third brother's flying on the grass, people are like flying swallows, landing silently, the figure flows, casually and freely, and obviously entered the realm of perfection.

This is already a symbol of genius among the senior high school students of the same year.

The distance between them was only six or seven meters. Haicheng's third brother took a few steps and arrived in front of Cui Dongshan in the blink of an eye.

The moment he approached, Haicheng's third brother stretched out his hand, clenched his fist, and gathered strength in his arm, gathering his blood and qi.

One of the high-level martial arts inherited from high school is the inch punch.

Within an inch, the attack power explodes several times.

The inch punch of Haicheng's third brother was already known to the audience in the previous battle. It is also a perfect-level boxing method. With his fist force of more than 10,000 jin, he can burst out nearly 30,000 jin of force with a full-strength punch. Even a big rock can be blown up.

Haicheng's third brother naturally did not intend to go all out.

Such consumption is not cost-effective, after all, he is playing in a ring match.

And against a high school student of the same class who is not famous and whose blood and qi are not perfect, 30% of the power is enough for him to drink a pot.

But the next moment, when Haicheng's third brother's fist approached Cui Dongshan's chest.

Cui Dongshan, who seemed to be frightened and motionless, suddenly stretched out his hand.

His hand was like a butterfly flying through flowers, and was incredibly fast. He was the first to arrive, and with three fingers, he pinched the elbow tendons of Haicheng Third Brother deftly.

He pinched harder.

Snap!

In an instant, Haicheng Third Brother's whole body twitched, and the punch that was originally full of energy and blood suddenly became soft and could not hit at all.

Before Haicheng Third Brother could react, he felt a huge pain on his face, and then

Then his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

In the audience, millions of viewers saw it clearly and were stunned.

I saw Haicheng's third brother, with great momentum, A went up and planned to kill his opponent with a inch punch.

However, Dachui 80 somehow grasped Haicheng's third brother's elbow, and then hit him in the face with a big punch, directly hitting Haicheng's third brother to the ground, and instantly there was no movement.

For a moment, the entire audience was silent.

It was really too fast.

It was so fast that no one could react, and the battle was over.

You know.

Haicheng's third brother's last battle was really a fight between dragons and tigers, you go back and forth, each with a strange move, although Haicheng's third brother won in the end, it was also won by a trick.

It can be said that the whole process was exciting and everyone enjoyed it.

But what about now?

I didn't even take off my pants, and you're done?

"Intercepting pulse finger, breaking the limit level!"

Among the millions of spectators, there are still masters, such as teachers from major universities, as well as official personnel, reporters, etc.

Therefore, Cui Dongshan's move immediately made these big guys recognize him, and their eyes were a little straight.

Although martial arts are much easier to practice than Qi and Blood Fist, the greater the improvement, the greater the difficulty.

For ordinary martial arts college entrance examination candidates, if one martial arts can be perfected, it is considered excellent. If the martial arts can be perfected, it is definitely a genius that stands out from the crowd. If it can reach the Return to the True Level, it must be the seed of the four majors, and other martial arts universities will privately do everything they can to compete for it.

Now, there is actually a Qi and Blood Realm martial arts that breaks the limit level?

What is this?

This is a monster!

For a moment, the teachers of various martial arts universities hidden in the audience suddenly became energetic, and their eyes were burning, greedily looking at Cui Dongshan in the martial arts arena.

Covered by a black robe, it is impossible to tell whether he is tall, short, fat or thin, but there is a clue with an alias, which can be slowly checked.

After all, there are still more than two months before the college entrance examination.

In the martial arts arena.

Cui Dongshan ignored the slowly disintegrating body of the third brother of Haicheng and looked directly at the audience.

Looking around, Cui Dongshan said: "I guess no one would care about what I said before, so now I say that you high school students are all garbage, who else objects?"

"If you are not convinced, you can continue to come, and you can choose any way to challenge, but I have a request. Those who are defeated by me must help ten classmates who have the hope of being admitted to the martial arts university before the college entrance examination, so that their qi and blood can be improved and their martial arts can be broken through."

"Of course, I don't know who challenged me. If you are defeated by me, you can agree on the surface and do nothing in secret. I don't care. It's all voluntary."

After speaking, Cui Dongshan stood in the middle of the martial arts arena, standing with his hands behind his back. The black robe set by the pseudonym fluttered in the wind. Not to mention, this stand, that style is really full.

And such a scene fell in the audience, immediately attracting all kinds of discussions.

Many noble sons from wealthy families also had serious eyes at this time.

Kyoto Laojiu, who was defeated by Haicheng Sange with one finger, was originally ugly and angry.

After all, representing Kyoto, it was too embarrassing to lose to Haicheng.

However, when he saw the scene of Haicheng Sange being beaten unconscious by Cui Dongshan, he felt pain on his face and his mouth twitched.

This guy called Dachui Bashi is so cruel!

Fortunately, I didn't win just now.

"Hey, who knows this Dachui Bashi?" Kyoto Laojiu looked at a group of peers around him.

Most of them were silent.

Suddenly a female voice sounded: "I know that he is the first person to enter the silver level challenge in the hunting mode, but he has not rushed up during this period of time. There are also many people who pay attention to him in the forum. They all say that Dachui has fallen."

Kyoto Laojiu was stunned, and then laughed: "It seems that this Dachui is a hidden boss. It's strange. The powerful figures of the same class have been instructed by our elders, but we have never heard of a genius who has cultivated the pulse-cutting finger to the limit-breaking level? Is he not a child of a big family?"

"No, it can't be? What era is this? It is impossible for a poor family to have a noble son, because there are no resources for blood and qi, and no guidance for martial arts. It is rare to be able to enter the martial arts university. This Dachui is eighty, even the four major ones are scrambling for a genius!"

"Hey, look, the little bastard of the Zhao family in the southwest has gone up. This guy is so sinister. There will be a good show to watch."

Suddenly a voice sounded.

Kyoto Laojiu and his group of powerful children immediately looked at the martial arts arena.

But he found that another person had come up to the fighting arena. He was a man with a handsome face and eight-pack abs.

The man's pseudonym: The Dream of Two Billion Girls.