The autumn sun was just right, and the entire village was bathed in the still hot sun. Outside the courtyard, the banner of "Practice for Heaven" was re-erected by Han Jiulang, curling up and down.

In the courtyard, Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang stood together, looking at the confrontation between Chen Jing and Xin Zhuo, their expressions a little nervous, but there was an indescribable doubt in their hearts.

They had never heard of the master's boxing skills. After all, the old master didn't know how to do it, and there were no corresponding martial arts books in the village, but the master did indeed rise to the challenge.

He doesn't seem to be a carefree person.

Su Miaojin stood alone in the corner. To others, this might be just a boring and rude competition, but to her, it was a life-and-death contest.

She is not a stupid woman, so she naturally saw Chen Jing's ulterior motives.

If you win, your chances of escaping may be greater.

She looked at Chen Jing, who was calm, and then at Xin Zhuo, who was calm, and couldn't help but loosen her grip on her clothes.

Chen Captou will definitely win, and there is no doubt that he will win. This is the result of many considerations.

Xin Zhuo was sizing up Chen Jing. He was a little confused as to why the catcher insisted on boxing with him.

Punch yourself a few times to vent your anger, or take the opportunity to rescue Su Miaojin?

If he didn't share the opponent's boxing skills and mutate them, he would never agree to it. He himself was also a little repelled by this kind of open-minded competition, and always felt that it was awkward.

At this moment, Chen Jing's body across from him suddenly tensed up, like a beast preying on prey, and his pair of steady red phoenix eyes were full of fierceness.

With three bows at the waist, the toe of his right foot broke through a piece of adobe, and suddenly he was in mid-air like an arrow leaving the string.

The strong wind was blowing, and the clothes were rustling. There was obviously only one person, but there were three figures in the sky.

There are only two fists, but there are eighteen fists in the air.

The shadows of the fists are blurred and the sound of vibrations in the air makes the ears ring and the eyes dizzy. In a daze, one will be hit by countless punches.

Punch is deadly!

This is the terrifying aspect of the Yimen Du Family's Three Injury Zhiyang Fist.

"good!"

Su Miaojin couldn't help but lightly open her red lips, and let out a soft drink in a voice that only she could hear.

Although she has not practiced martial arts, she is familiar with all kinds of military strategies and martial arts classics, and there are many martial artists around her, so she naturally has good eyesight.

With this punch, Chen Captou had already reached the pinnacle of Mahayana, and even half-stepped into obscurity.

On the other hand, Xin Zhuo didn't move. He didn't know what he was thinking, or maybe he didn't know how to box at all?

"The boss!"

Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang couldn't help but take a step forward, unabashedly concerned.

Seeing Chen Jing's dazzling figure and fist shadow, the sky and the earth were smashed.

Xin Zhuo finally moved, facing the shadow of fists in the sky, and punched out.

What looks like a punch seems to shake up countless fist shadows.

Then he bounced up again, moving like a cunning rabbit, as straight as a sword, and punched again, with a grinning punch.

With this punch, none of the three women could understand it.

It's ugly, like a dog scratching it, but it doesn't feel bad, it just feels weird.

"Snapped!"

The sound of fists exploded, bones collided, and the two figures fell backwards and fell to the ground at the same time.

Xin Zhuo remained motionless.

"Ding-deng-deng..."

The head catcher Chen Jing took seven steps back, his body slightly bowed and his face pale.

A face-to-face meeting, a decision can be made!

Su Miaojin, Cui Ying'er, and Han Qiniang were all stunned at the same time. One didn't expect to lose, and the other didn't expect to win!

At this time, Chen Jing's feet had sunk half an inch into the ground, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of horror, doubt and confusion:

"Why did you also injure Zhiyang Fist three times? When did you steal my martial arts?"

His voice was hoarse, his hands were trembling slightly, his hair was flying, and he looked like a defeated beast. Xin Zhuo's fists were harder than his, and Xin Zhuo's boxing skills were the same as his.

There are only five people in the world who can master Du's Three Injuries Zhiyang Boxing, and he is one of them.

This is a secret that is not passed down. Although Master Du Sangu is a generous person and has many friends from all over the world, she will not secretly teach the boxing skills to a little bandit.

Moreover, this bandit was only sixteen years old, and he actually practiced his boxing skills to the point of transforming the realm. His punches were invisible, people and fists were combined, and his fists were connected with his mind. He was erratic and unstoppable, and he was hard to catch when he landed. He attacked like a tiger and killed him with one blow.

I think the master has been practicing hard for forty years, but he just entered the realm of enlightenment last year.

The gap is too big!

"Are you sure it's the same as your boxing technique? It's a little different, right?"

At least it has mutated. Xin Zhuo felt a little embarrassed, "Besides, I think this kind of competition is meaningless. I will delete one of Miss Su's tortures! You are injured, go back and take care of yourself!"

The mutated boxing technique adapted by Wangyuejing was too violent, like "a messy and confusing dog-like sword technique." If the catcher hadn't also understood the wonderful meaning of the Three-Injury Zhiyang Fist, he might have been dead.

"...Thank you!"

Chen Jing was silent for a long time, regained his composure, and no longer struggled. He saluted Xin Zhuo with clasped fists, seriously, as a courtesy to a master of martial arts, and then looked at Su Miaojin, "I will definitely find a way to save the girl!"

After saying that, he turned around and left. As soon as he arrived outside the gate, he coughed violently. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth to the skirt of his clothes, and then dripped dirt along the skirt of his clothes.

That bright red color is particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.

Su Miaojin looked at Chen Jing who was gradually walking away, her heart sinking little by little.

…

"Once Capt. Chen succeeds, we can launch operations tonight. If we rescue Miss Su before someone comes from Fucheng, we will be able to redeem her merits."

Yuan Mo'er put her hands behind her back and looked directly at the peak. She didn't dare to underestimate Chen Batou's boxing skills, even if she was as confident as she was.

She once killed the iron fist thief Sheng Gong Sun Wei with one punch and the evil monk Tie Guchan with two punches. She couldn't find a reason why she couldn't hurt the little thief Xin Zhuo.

"I wish!"

The other four head catchers nodded happily and looked much more relaxed.

At this moment, a figure slowly walked down the peak.

"How about Capt. Chen?"

Yuan Mo'er and others rushed forward to meet him. When they got closer, they had a bad feeling. Chen Jing's face turned pale and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

"How could this happen? What happened?"

"puff!"

Chen Jing couldn't bear it anymore and vomited out a large mouthful of dark brown blood, his face turned frighteningly white.

"Captain Chen!" All the captors immediately stepped forward to help him.

"Need not!"

Chen Jing pushed everyone away and tore open his clothes, revealing three ferocious fist marks and bruises.

"This..." All the arresters were shocked.

"I lost!" Chen Jing closed his eyes, "He knows how to box, and he uses Transformation Boxing. I am no match for him."

He wanted to talk about Xin Zhuo's boxing technique, but he didn't know where to start. It was so similar to his own boxing that it was almost the same, but as Xin Zhuo said, it was still a little different.

More ruthless and weird.

Maybe, only the master and she will have a clue.

It was deathly quiet all around.

This news was like thunder to all the arrests. The 16-year-old bandit who already had the magic sword skills also had the magic boxing skills!

This is like a three-year-old child holding a hundred pounds of gold. How can it be believed?

"Where did this kid come from?"

The young head catcher couldn't help but feel furious. None of the four talented warriors from the four major families in the city had advanced martial arts skills. How could a small bandit train with limited resources and limited books?

There are absolutely no shortcuts in martial arts, and even if you take shortcuts, it is absolutely impossible to reach the realm of transformation.

"I'll go!"

Yuan Mo'er suddenly spoke up and walked up to the top of the mountain without hesitation.

"Be careful, Mr. Yuan, he seems to know the Minato Kung Fu, don't trust him!"

Chen Jing endured the huge pain in his chest to remind him.
Chapter completed!