Return to the mountain boxing courtyard.

Jiang Su didn't say a word and got up from the ground. He gritted his teeth and wanted to rush forward, but was held down by Zhao Hong behind him.

"I'll go." Zhao Hong said seriously.

In fact, he had just seen Chen Jian's moves and movement power, but he was not sure. The opponent was definitely talented and extremely exaggerated in terms of endurance. He could use all his strength in every punch, and he was not tired.

But now that Wei He is not here, the master's face is getting ugly and he doesn't say a word.

There are so many colleagues around.

After Tiesha Fist pressed like this, would he still have a reputation outside after returning to the mountain fist?

Zhao Hong stood up calmly.

He asked Zhang Lu to help Jiang Su to the rear and walked forward step by step.

At this time, the disciples of the martial arts academy were already frowning and whispering. The performance of Huishan Fist was indeed a bit too weak. This level does not seem to be a posture that can cultivate qi and blood three times.

Zhao Hong stopped talking nonsense, stepped forward and slowly posed for a fist back to the mountain.

His aura was calm, completely different from Jiang Su and Zhang Lu before. He knew that his strength was even stronger at first glance.

"This is still decent." Chen Jian nodded, and a trace of fighting slowly emerged in his eyes.

Just a moment later, there was a sound of fighting and attacking.

Zhao Hong took a few steps back in embarrassment, and the area where his chest was covered by his clothes was red, swollen and stuffy. It was obvious that Chen Jian was hit in the chest with a punch.

He couldn't support it for long. The Erlangzi of the Iron Fist came out from somewhere, and he was extremely powerful.

Ordinary people will be exhausted if they punch with all their strength at most, at most they will be exhausted for more than a dozen times, but Chen Jian has no intention of exercising his power, one punch after another, and his endurance will be terrifying.

In addition, he has rich practical experience and fierce fighting style...

Zhao Hong's face turned red, and he only started to support dozens of moves, but in the end, he still couldn't support it and was defeated.

But he was unhappy, and Chen Jian opposite him was even more unhappy!

He spat hard, looking disappointed and angry.

"Fuck! I'm wasting my time!"

"What did you say?" Some of the disciples who were Huishanquan around him couldn't help it, and their faces turned red.

"What I said is nothing to do with you!" Chen Jian retorted with anger.

"Are you cursing someone just now? Apologize!!" the disciple said angrily.

"Haha, I'm scolding you? I said I'm scolding you? I won't apologize, what's wrong?" Chen Jian smiled angrily. "If you have the ability, come up, let's fight one-on-one, whoever wins will be his father opposite! Do you dare?"

"Come on it!" The disciple immediately wanted to rush up, but was quickly dragged by the people around him.

"Haha, garbage is garbage. Of course, I'm not talking about Mr. Zheng. I dare not ridicule the strong ones. I'm just not worth it for Mr. Zheng. What kind of things are there under my command?" Chen Jian deliberately mocked.

"Shut up!!"

"I won't shut up, come on, beat me to death. I'm here today just to make you beat me to death!" Chen Jian patted his chest and sneered.

Zheng Fugui, who was sitting in the main seat, had angered and almost turned dark red at this time. He held the armrest of the seat tightly, and his fingers were deeply embedded in it, motionless.

I had long heard that Tieshaquan had a genius with a silly genius. Many martial arts academies were so angry that they were helpless about it.

I didn't expect that I really saw it today.

Chen Jian has a strong background and extraordinary talent. With his passion for martial arts, if he hadn't accumulated virtue, he would have accumulated a strong connection now.

Just looking at this guy's performance now, no wonder many martial arts academies have a very poor impression of him.

There was a lot of noise around, and it was so noisy.

Zhou Jihan and the other two were speechless. Chen Jian had the strength. He had fought with Zhou Jihan before, challenged him, but was defeated in person, and never came again.

At that time, in Zhou Jihan's impression, this was one of the many challengers, and it was no big deal.

Unexpectedly, now it seems that this guy is just a fool.

"Although Chen Jian has some strength, he is not helpless with him, right? Isn't there any more powerful disciples in the inner courtyard this time?" Hu Zhengan said in confusion.

"In the Martial Arts Academy, Huishan Fist ranks in the middle, or even slightly lower. What do you think?" He Hong, who was standing beside him, said coldly.

"It's just a farce, a mess." Zhou Jihan already felt that there was no need to watch it anymore.

The whole audience is now in a mess, and it is simply a verbal battle between disciples of Huishan Boxing Academy and Chen Jian.

The two senior brothers who came together wanted to go up to dissuade the senior brother several times, but he slapped them back with one slap.

It seems that this guy is also a fierce personality in his martial arts academy.

"If Senior Brother Wei hadn't been there, how could it be your turn!!" Ouyang Zhuang from the outer courtyard couldn't help but shout angrily.

"That's it! Brother Wei is here, and you can be ruined with just one slap!"

"You can show off your might while Senior Brother Wei is away!"

"Are you shameless?!" Chen Jian was also angry, "I came here to fight with you, Senior Brother Wei, but I couldn't find anyone now. You said you wanted to fight to warm up the situation.

Why? Now that I can't beat you, I start to brag about someone who doesn't dare to come out? If you have the ability, I will stand here, fight two, give you a chance, and win me, I will kneel down and apologize to you for mistakes. If you can't win, I don't want you to kneel down, as long as you admit your mistakes! All of you admit your mistakes! I, Chen Jian, just want to make this sense!"

Bang.

Zheng Fugui finally couldn't help but slapped the seat armrest with his palm and was about to get up.

Even if he is a name for bullying the small, he will teach this little guy a lesson and let him know what etiquette is!

"Brother Zheng, why bother to get angry? This matter is just a fight between the younger generations. How can you and me enter the venue?"

Suddenly, a figure suddenly appeared in the yard, standing not far away from Zheng Fugui.

That was an old man with a long beard dressed similar to Chen Jian on Tieshaquan.

The old man's beard was braided and wrapped around his neck. The muscles on his body were extremely well-developed, especially his upper body, which was like armor, hard and metallic.

"Yes, since it's a fight between us juniors, we'll have to solve it ourselves."

Suddenly another figure appeared suddenly behind Chen Jian.

He is one head taller than Chen Jian, and his body is burly, just like the muscles wrapped around the roots of a tree are clearly exposed. It is Wei He.

Wei He stepped forward and stepped into the ground of the inner courtyard.

call...

A breeze accompanied him, gushing out from behind, and a slight sense of invisible pressure from the blood and blood spread from him to the whole audience.

"I'm in Weihe." He looked calm and looked around. "I'm a little late, sorry."

The invisible sense of depression made the inner courtyard, which was still noisy just now, quieted down.

The Huishanquan disciples who wanted to continue cursing were now swallowing their saliva involuntarily and stopped whispering.

The disciples of the inner courtyard of the other martial arts academy around them also felt different, and they were completely different from those of the disciples of the inner courtyard of the mountain fist just now.

Unlike the martial arts master who is too far away, the qi and blood of the three times are extremely close to them, so they are also deeper and more appropriate to their experiences and feelings at this level.

It is precisely because of the cognition and understanding of the total qi and blood intensity that when Wei He entered the inner courtyard, all the people unconsciously fell silent.

At this time, Wei He's plain gaze slowly sinks and falls on Chen Jian in front of him.

"What are you talking about just now?"

Chen Jian's condition was completely wrong at this time. His eyes were covered with blood. At this moment, he completely felt the blood in front of him, and his oppressive force was fully opened.

He had no fear, his face was completely, no fear at all.

All that is just fanatic.

"This feeling...is that...hahaha! I'm so excited! So excited, so excited..."

"It's going to explode!!! Hahahahahahaha!"

In an instant, he roared wildly, and his whole body was filled with blood and burst out with all his strength.

He stepped on the ground with his toes, and the terrifying power was storming and spreading through his blood vessels, muscles and bones like an explosion. Waves of waves were transmitted to his right fist like waves.

"Take me a move! Yinshalong!!"

All his strength, all his energy, and all his fanaticism gathered into this punch.

Chen Jian felt that his qi and blood were sublimating, and he suddenly sublimated in this punch.

Under the huge oppression with extremely malicious intention, he seemed to be undergoing some kind of qualitative change in himself.

From the fundamental picture of the Iron Evil Fist, the strange colored patterns seem to have a special meaning at this moment.

He swung his punch and suddenly had an inexplicable enlightenment in his heart.

It's this punch...

He... seemed to finally catch it! He grabbed the last light of the breakthrough!!

Hahahahahaha!!

He finally, finally...
To be continued...