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"Brother He!"

"Brother Zhang!"

The other side is menacing.

He Tie and Zhang Yi, two core disciples, were knocked to the ground by the other side.

The rest of the disciples panicked immediately.

Only Li Niushan roared, rushed forward, and punched Zhao Yong.

He has now attained the second level of body training, and with his extraordinary brute strength, his actual combat ability is not inferior to that of ordinary third level body training disciples.

However, the enemy he faced today was surprisingly powerful.

"Hmph." Zhao Yong was rather disdainful, and knocked Li Niushan to the ground with a casual punch.

Li Niushan's so-called innate brute strength, in his eyes, is like a child with slightly stronger strength, nothing more.

How could the huge gap in cultivation realm be smoothed out by a natural brute force.

"Hey, this so-called Wuying Boxing Gym has been hyped up before, so it looks like that." A younger brother held a stick and smiled.

A boxing gym student who fought against him, seeing that he was so underestimated, was furious in his heart.

But the opponent is really tough, the skills are not inferior to the core disciples of the boxing gym, and there are so many people, it makes people desperate to pounce on them.

"Hugh is crazy!" Liu Yemei and Liu Mei, who came back from patrol not far away, scolded coquettishly, and floated over.

Zhao Yong saw Liu Yemei's beautiful face, and there was a hint of playfulness under the scarf.

"Junior Sister! Go find Junior Brother Wang for help!" He Tie shouted.

In his opinion, although Liu Yemei has the third level of body training, she is still not Zhao Yong's opponent.

Only Wang Yu, who is on duty, may be able to compete with it.

Now among the disciples in the entire boxing gym, only Song Hezheng and Wang Yu are recognized as the strongest.

It is the facade of the boxing gym, and no other disciple can shake it.

Even recently, some keen-minded disciples could faintly notice that Wang Yu's strength seemed to be even higher than that of Song Hezheng, the elder brother.

They have never seen Wang Yu shoot with all his strength.

"You still want to run when you're here?" Zhao Yong laughed wildly, and with a movement of his body, like a runaway beast, with his arms stretched out, he shot towards Liu Yemei and Liu Mei.

Several disciples along the way tried to obstruct it, but were directly knocked out of the way.

Liu Ye's eyebrows were clustered together, her beautiful eyes were fixed on Zhao Yong who was rushing forward, and she opened her fists on the spot.

Although she is a woman, but in terms of the level of hard work in boxing training, there are not many disciples in the whole boxing gym that can compare to her.

Coupled with good talent, he has now become the most powerful core disciple under Song Hezheng and Wang Yu.

Even He Tie and Zhang Yi, the elder brothers of the older generation, couldn't compare to her, and she was regarded as the recognized master sister in the eyes of new disciples.

Often when Wang Yu and Song Hezheng were away, and new disciples encountered troubles outside, she would be the first to stand up for them.

Liu Yemei's strike was like the wind, making a fist shadow.

"That's right, that's good. At such an age, I have a third-level cultivation of body training, so I'm not too weak. It's just right for me to be a concubine!"

Zhao Yong smiled happily, piercing through Liu Yemei's heavy fists with a thrust of his big hand, and grabbed her arm.

Liu Yemei was shocked.

"Shameless!"

Liu Yemei bit her red lips tightly, and punched Zhao Yong's heart with her left hand, but unexpectedly, Zhao Yong's big hand grabbed it again.

"Little lady, after the ore is removed, we will go to the bridal chamber tonight!"

Under Zhao Yong's face scarf, there was a pair of obscene big eyes with copper bells, and he was breathing heavily, as if he might get wild at any moment and tear Liu Yemei's clothes.

"Let go!" Liu Ye was also a little flustered under her brows, but the stronger temper was more anger, and she wanted to fight Zhao Yong desperately!

"Didn't you hear her say let go!"

As the sound approached, a figure rushed out of the mine at high speed, and within a few breaths of night, it came to Zhao Yong's side.

This time it was Zhao Yong's turn to be shocked.

Before he could react, he looked away from Liu Yemei's face, and a big, generous hand was already pressing on his head.

"Ok!"

The rocks on the ground shattered, and Zhao Yong's head was forced to the ground.

Kneeling with both legs, it seems to kowtow to Liu Yemei.

He Tie and the others were overjoyed to see the visitor.

"Great, Junior Brother Wang is here!"

It was Wang Yu who came. He glanced at the scene from the corner of his eye, and saw the wounded and fallen boxing gym disciples, and their expressions became more and more icy.

Zhao Yong's head was smashed open, blood was flowing, and he was a little dazed.

He didn't understand who else in the mine tonight could make him directly pinned to the ground without even a chance to react.

Could it be that the information was wrong, and that old dog Sun Chengshan is still here? !

No, even if Sun Chengshan came in person, it would be impossible to suppress him like this.

It is even more impossible to injure him so easily!

Zhao Yong came back to his senses, let out a low growl, and was about to force himself up.

However, when he looked up, he saw fists coming towards his face.

There was a buzzing sound in the head, and the whole person was like a deflated ball, being hit to the ground and flying.

Opening his mouth, he took a mouthful of fishy salty water, and there were several teeth mixed in the big puddle of blood that spewed out.

"This... big brother!"

It was only then that the younger brothers realized that they were terribly frightened.

Their boss was inexplicably beaten up so badly, which they never expected.

And the other party looked to be just a young disciple, which was even more exaggerated.

You must know that Zhao Yong is a martial artist at the fifth level of physical training. In theory, in the Wuying Boxing Gym, apart from paying a little attention to the master Sun Chengshan, the other disciples cannot be Zhao Yong's opponents at all.

Coming here is a sure thing, who would have thought that there would be such a big change.

Zhao Yong didn't care about his injuries at all, because Wang Yu had already hit him again, and he didn't give him a chance to breathe.

Zhao Yong concentrated his attention, mobilized his whole body's strength, and tried his best to compete with Wang Yu.

What he practiced was a set of boxing techniques that also directly pointed to the perfection of the six levels of body forging.

Ghost Demon Sect Fist.

Focusing on tricky boxing and boxing moves, his moves are treacherous, and combined with his cultivation of the fifth level of body training, the lethality is extremely strong.

If the opponent is not careful, he will hit the vital point, shatter the internal organs, and take his life.

Wang Yu stepped on the three-layer ancestor's chasing wind footwork, tested two punches, and confirmed Zhao Yong's strength.

After knowing it in his mind, he took a deep breath, and his aura rose again in vain.

The swinging arms became more and more ghostly and incomprehensible. At close range, it was even difficult for Zhao Yong to track the fist attack in Wang Yu's hand.

quick!

Fast to the extreme!

Zhao Yong only saw a black shadow flash past.

Snapped!

The next moment, there was a sudden pain in his chest, and his heart seemed to be about to stop suddenly.

Only then did he notice that Wang Yu's fist was already on his chest.

When he was about to fight back, Wang Yu's fist was imprinted on his face, throat, temple and other vital places in the next moment.

It gave him the feeling that countless attacks came at the same time, covering his whole body.

But in fact, he knew that his enemy was always Wang Yu alone.

It's just that Wang Yu's strikes are too fast, and the way of punching is unpredictable, so he can't defend at all.

And the only one who can suppress him so miserably from the beginning to the end is the martial artist of the sixth level of body training!

This kind of power can only be erupted by practicing a body-training practice method to the peak level.

The result is clear.

That's right, Wang Yu had already broken through to the sixth floor of Wuyingquan a month ago.

Master the ultimate esoteric meaning - Shadowless Ghost Hand!

Naturally, the cultivation base also took advantage of the trend to break through the limit and reached the sixth level of body forging.

Not only that, but the other four incomplete body training methods that he also practiced are also beyond practice, reaching the top level of incomplete articles.

Today his personal interface is not what it used to be.

Name: Wang Yu

Race: Terran

Cultivation level: Sixth level of body forging

Martial arts skills: Wuyingquan +6, Hongjiaquan +4, Mianyin palm technique +2, Unfailing Zhonggong +3, Zushi’s chasing wind foot +3