It's too late! It's too late!

Liu Mang's punch showed no sign of stagnation.

It pointed directly at the heart like a sharp sword!

The next moment, his fist fell directly to Mingtong's heart.

boom!

The sound of cracking suddenly rang out.

In an instant, I saw the clothes at Mingtong's heart explode and open. Then, Mingtong's body flew back like a cannonball, spewing out a blood arc.

"Ah, President Ming..."

After a while, all the dry voices came from the mouths of Jin Zhenkun and others. Looking at Mingtong, who was blown away by Liu Mang and fell to the ground and coughed up blood, his face was pale and incredible.

Mingtong, this is the vice president of the Provincial Martial Arts Association. He is a practical master. He was actually punched by a boy who was only in his twenties?

If he had known that Liu Mang was very scary, he would never have thought it would be so scary?

Suddenly, Jin Zhenkun was shocked.

Mingtong is the vice president of the Wushu Association. He beat the Wushu Association vice president. Wouldn't this be a slap in the face? It would definitely be ten times more serious for Liu Mang to hurt his disciples and son.

If the situation where those of the Wushu Association protect their shortcomings is absolutely not to be abandoned. It is impossible for the president of the Wushu Association who is arrogant in the Wushu Association to take action personally!

Thinking of this, Jin Zhenkun suddenly showed a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

But suddenly, the smile he had just revealed suddenly stopped because a terrifying figure was already rushing towards him.

Liu Mang! It’s Liu Mang!

Looking at Liu Mang, who had a gloomy smile on his lips, Jin Zhenkun's face changed drastically and he retreated wildly.

"Retreat? Where are you going?" Liu Mang looked at Jin Zhenkun indifferently, and his steps were a little faster and he instantly appeared in front of Jin Zhenkun.

"No, please..."

boom!

Jin Zhenkun wanted to say something, but Liu Mang's had already hit Jin Zhenkun's heart.

In an instant, Jin Zhenkun spit out a blood arrow and his body directly hit the wall behind, shattering a lot of wall tiles, and his whole body was directly stuck on the wall.

hiss!

Looking at Jin Zhenkun who was stuck on the wall with a bow, Jin Zhenkun and Mingtong were completely shocked.

They can't imagine how terrifying a person is to kick a person into the wall.

"No, save Master!" Suddenly, one of Jin Zhenkun's disciples screamed and hurriedly ran to Jin Zhenkun.

Seeing this, the others also reacted. Some ran to Fu Mingtong, while others tried to pull Jin Zhenkun out of the wall.

However, as soon as someone pulled Jin Zhenkun, he heard a "click" sound coming from Jin Zhenkun's body.

"No...no. It's broken, my spine...break!" Jin Zhenkun collapsed with difficulty, and his whole body was in pain and sweating profusely.

"What? The spine is broken?" Jin Zhenkun's disciple's face turned pale, and he subconsciously turned around and looked at the man who was beaten by Jin Zhenkun, but at some point the man was no longer behind him.

Seeing that Liu Mang was gone, Jin Zhenkun's disciple felt relieved secretly, and finally he tried his best to pull Jin Zhenkun out of the brick wall.

After pulling Jin Zhenkun out of the wall, several people quickly ran to the hospital with Jin Zhenkun on their backs. While running, they called the emergency number. On the other hand, Mingtong was not better than Jin Zhenkun. There was a terrifying fist mark on his heart. The fist mark was scarlet and swollen, and even several bones almost penetrated the skin.

Soon, Jin Zhenkun and Mingtong were all sent to the hospital.

Until now, Mingtong seemed to have not reacted from Liu Mang's punch.

The horror of Liu Mang's punch was only seen in his life. The terrifying murderous intent was unprecedented.

Suddenly, a hint of panic flashed in Mingtong's eyes, and he quickly said to the young man beside him: "Hurry up, call the president, the situation has changed, let him come in person!"

He had to panic!

There is something extremely important about his coming to Yang City.

There are rumors that a treasure will appear in Yang City, attracting many dark forces abroad.

Some people infer that what is about to appear is not a treasure, but a kind of mysterious thing that is comparable to a treasure - the Holy Martial Token!

As we all know, there are countless legends about immortals and saints in China. In these legends, some people can shake mountains and rivers and feet on the earth. Some people can control their sharp swords and take the enemy's heads and ten miles away. Some people can even fly into the sky and the earth, live forever and do everything.

From ancient times to the present, many people have been pursuing this so-called "Immortal God". A long time ago, some people inferred that there may be a secret realm in China. As long as you can enter this secret realm, you can obtain the ancient martial arts practice method, and thus become a saint in the body. This secret realm is called the Holy Martial Secret Realm. To enter this secret realm, you need a pass to this secret realm - the Holy Martial Token.

I don’t know whose rumor came from, but it became more and more mysterious in the end.

Because of the existence of this Holy Martial Order, there will be a Holy Martial Order dispute in China every ten years. It is said that when the Holy Martial Order appeared, it attracted a total of tens of thousands of domestic and foreign masters. That battle was a bloody storm. In order to compete for the legendary Holy Martial Order, eight thousand people died.

Blood flowed into a river and corpses were everywhere.

Regarding the issue of the Holy Martial Arts dispute, the relevant departments have found ways to suppress it.

However, those who dare to compete for the Holy Martial Order are either overlords of a dark force or killers with a reputation, which is difficult to control.

Over time, no one cares about the dispute over the Shengwu period anymore. As long as these people do not hurt innocent people during the battle for the token, the relevant departments will not intervene easily.

Mingtong is a senior executive of the Provincial Martial Arts Association. He knows this news. He is also the representative of the Provincial Martial Arts Association sent to compete for the Shengwu Order.

Mingtong is a rare master in the martial arts association. President Yu thought that it was enough to compete for the Holy Martial Order, but the Holy Martial Order did not see it, but was deposed by Liu Mang!

So, he had to let his disciples call the president.

Mingtong's disciple obviously knew the importance of the situation and immediately called the president of the Wushu Association.

Jin Zhenkun, who was half dead, turned his head in confusion and looked at Mingtong.

"What are you looking at? I'm so badly killed by you!" Seeing Jin Zhenkun look over, Mingtong roared angrily regardless of the piercing pain in his heart.

"Ming... President Ming, I... I don't know that you can't beat that boy!" Jin Zhenkun said with a pain, his eyes full of resentment.

"Do you know, you have ruined my big deal? If I hadn't seen you as a member of the Martial Arts Association, I would have ruined you directly!" Mingtong glared at Jin Zhenkun with resentment on his face.

Jin Zhenkun shook his head pale and powerlessly, looking regretful. If he had known, he shouldn't have provoked Liu Mang again.

My spine has broken, and even if it is treated well, I guess I can’t use force anymore. I guess I will lose the title of the No. 1 National Master of Martial Arts in Yang City. I’m afraid I will really take the route of health care and become a health care master in the future.

Thinking of the days ahead, he regretted it, and had more anger and resentment.

After a while, Jin Zhenkun said, "Hey, President Ming, I just heard you say that I ruined your big thing. I don't know what the so-called big thing is?"

Mingtong glanced at Jin Zhenkun and snorted coldly: "Hmph, you are not qualified to know with your identity. However, now I can't make any more money, so it's okay to tell me!"

"I guess you have heard of many dark forces quietly entering Yang City in Yang City, right?" Mingtong said.

"Yes, I know this. It is said that there are quite a few people coming. So far, it is said that more than 5,000 foreign killers and forces have entered China." Jin Zhenkun nodded and said. Although his spine was interrupted by Liu Mang, he was still able to stay awake and was really strong.

"Hmph, they have only one purpose to come to my Huaxiayang City!" Mingtong snorted coldly.

"What purpose?" Jin Zhenkun's face changed.

"Fight for the Holy Martial Token!"

"What is the Holy Martial Token?" Jin Zhenkun looked confused and curious.

"When it comes to the Holy Martial Token..." Mingtong said quietly.

Half an hour later, Jin Zhenkun looked at Mingtong with a dull look on his face: "This... is this true or false? There is actually a secret realm of holy martial arts? And it also contains supreme skills. Can you pick stars and capture the moon?"

He had never heard of such shocking news.

"The legend is like this, but I have never heard of entering the secret realm of Holy Martial Arts. I have never seen what the so-called Holy Martial Arts Order looks like." Mingtong said in a deep voice.

To be honest, Mingtong also felt that this was a bit irrelevant before. With current technology, it is very difficult to reach the moon. Why can a person cross the starry sky and break the mountains and rivers?

However, if the secret realm of the Holy Martial Arts is groundless, how could so many people fight to the death for the illusory Holy Martial Arts Order?

There are records of the battle for the Holy Martial Arts Association. Even the president of the last Martial Arts Association was shot by his opponent for the battle for the Holy Martial Arts Association!
Chapter completed!