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Chapter 1112

"Don't forget, we are all warriors."

When Taoist Hongyun said this, his beard and hair stood out, as if the thunder from the Golden Palace had passed over his body and he was electrocuted.

"You are, I am not."

"I've never been a warrior?"

Chen Yang sneered: "I just want to be a strong man."

"As for whether you are strong because of force or because of guns, who cares?"

Chen Yang's attitude was completely unabashed.

He does not have the sincerity and pure pragmatism of a martial artist. What is strong is what he is?

Taoist Hongyun was completely helpless.

After a few seconds, his beard and hair softened, and he sighed: "You don't have any warrior heart at all. You are exactly the same as you were when you were a little bastard. God knows how you got to where you are now?"

Chen Yang shrugged and ignored it. The old Taoist priest cursed himself.

Back then, I could indeed be called a little bastard.

Suddenly, Chen Yang frowned and said, "Sun Bin lost."

Taoist Hongyun pulled off one of his beards and said angrily: "You are still a little Martial God, shit, I was slapped from a tree into the soil, my internal organs are all torn apart, I will send you to the ICU immediately and you will survive. I won't be able to survive in this life."

He said he was beaten, but he couldn't even carry a bag of rice on his shoulders."

Chen Yang did not comment on the old Taoist priest's scolding, and just shook his head and said: "It's too fast."

Tang Wan still had more than half of the Thunderbolt Tea in his cup, but the Grand Master had already collapsed.

Time does not slip away without two people talking.

The best master in the world will never stop going up the mountain.

The next one is the number one instructor in the army, the Bagua Grandmaster Dynasty.

Dynasty versus Wu, Bagua versus Bagua.

The grinding wheel and the stone tablet are in a head-to-head collision; the ox-tongued palm is softer than the ox-tongued palm.

Finally, the Eight Diagrams wandered away, and the palm was like a knife.

After three moves, the master of Bagua was defeated, and his left kidney was pierced by Wu's palm knife.

Waste!

"If you use the other person's way to repay the other person's body, your Bagua attainments will be even higher than those of the dynasty."

Chen Yang's emotion is normal.

Taoist Hongyun cursed again: "Do you think he is stupid or not? Is he stupid?"

There are many true teachings of Baguazhang in Southeast Asia, and there are even more peak masters. If Wu Zongheng has been there for many years, can his attainments in Baguazhang be inferior?

When you compare yourself with others, you feel that you have taken advantage of yourself. You are unsettled and distracted, and you deserve to lose."

Fifteen minutes later, Chang Fist Zhao Yin, the badge of the Hongmen Association of Southeast Asia, was defeated by Wu Yiji Zuo Jinluan’s Chang Fist secret skill;

Half an hour later, Yehu, the leader of the Ten Tigers of Lingnan, had the most intense battle to date with Wu.

Ye Hu is the king of black boxing. He fought in underground boxing matches and killed countless enemies with his fists. Finally, he unleashed a tiger fist with all his strength and hit Wu on the forehead.

At the same time, Wu Yi's tiger shape in Xingyi Fist broke Ye Hu's neck and killed him with his palm.

Before Ye Hu died, he let out a long breath that even reached the Golden Palace and reached the ears of Taoist Chen Yang and Hongyun.

No regrets.

Chen Yang and Taoist Hongyun rarely commented on this battle or talked about Ye Hu's death.

Do they know what Ye Hu is regretting?

After Wu Zai received Ye Hu's tiger punch with his forehead, there was a white mark on his forehead, that's all.

Ye Hu, however, died.

The physical difference between the two sides is as big as the top of a mountain and the foot of a mountain. Even if Ye Hu is so proficient in life and death fighting, he cannot change this.

Among the great martial arts masters gathered on Wudang Mountain, except for Chen Yang and Taoist Hongyun, the only ones left who were sitting on the rocks not far from the Golden Palace were holding swords in their hands.
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