Two boxers entered the ring, and then the ring door was closed. The closed ring was like a trapped beast for people to have fun.

An Xin held Chen Ling's hand and pinched her nails tightly. Chen Ling let her pinch it, knowing that although she likes excitement, she is a woman after all, and she still feels nervous. Never mind, nervousness, stimulation, isn't people want to pursue now?

Chen Ling raised his eyes and saw these two players, one of whom was a Chinese boxer who was in charge of the market, short and concise. Looking at his starting posture, Chen Ling knew that he was practicing Xingyiquan. The other party was a Russian black boxer, with a long ground like a Tyrannosaurus Tower, with dark muscles and an irritable murderous intent on his whole body.

This Russian boxer is like a murder machine without emotion.

Compared with the strength of the Russian boxer, the shortness of the Chinese boxer does not look like a heavyweight level. However, the people who watch it will not underestimate the Chinese boxer. Most of the people who come here are foreigners, and they also know that the Chinese martial arts are profound and profound. Many deeds tell them that Chinese Kung Fu is not as big as a big one.

An Xin knew that Chen Ling was a master of kung fu. Now she saw that it was a Chinese and foreigners fighting. Of course, she hoped that Chinese would win in her heart. She looked at the ring with her eyes fixed on the ring and asked Chen Ling at the same time, saying, "Who will win?"

Chen Ling sighed slightly and said, "The Chinese boxers are not the opponent."

As soon as Chen Ling finished speaking, an elegant middle-aged man next to him looked at Chen Ling in surprise. He was wearing a Zhongshan suit and exuded a scholarly aura, but there was a sense of power between his eyebrows.

"Brother, why do you think our boxers are not opponents?" the middle-aged man asked politely: "Is it because the Russian boxers are strong and tall?"

Chen Ling glanced at the middle-aged man and said lightly: "Of course not. The skill of Xingyiquan practiced by this Chinese boxer has become more than ten big men. But this Russian boxer is even more difficult. I think his posture and momentum seem to come from the Siberian Black Fist Camp. The Siberian Black Fist Camp specializes in training killing machines. Although he has not seen the mystery of internal martial arts, his muscles and bones have been trained like copper leather muscles and bones. Even if the dark force hits him, it cannot effectively hurt him."

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up slightly. Unexpectedly, Chen Ling was not talking nonsense and actually said it very well. He said: "Brother, I am also a person who loves internal martial arts. I know some tricks about internal martial arts. I know what you said about transforming energy. But why can the killing machine be able to practice to the point where the hidden energy cannot be broken? If you say this, wouldn't it be that the kung fu inherited by our ancestors, which is not as good as the horizontal practice of foreigners?"

At this time, the contestants on the stage were still warming up, which was also a way to push the atmosphere to the climax.

Chen Ling said to the middle-aged man: "Of course not. Horizontal practice is horizontal practice after all. If the skill reaches level, it can still break the copper and iron bones of this killing machine. However, this Chinese boxer does not have this ability yet. Moreover, the figure of his body and Russian boxer is too big. As the saying goes, he will not lose weight. If someone takes a step back, you have to take two steps. When someone makes a random move, his fist will reach your face, and your hand cannot approach the other party's body at all. How can you hit it?"

The middle-aged man said, "Brother, it's wrong for you to say that. We Chinese people are always inferior to foreigners in shape, but if we talk about kung fu, China is still the best and no one can match."

Chen Ling smiled and said, "Of course, the figure is not absolute. If you practice boxing to the top, there is nothing at all. Guo Yunshen beats the tiger and leaves three or nine meters away."

The middle-aged man's face then calmed down and said, "It seems that you are a master of boxing, brother?" Chen Ling said, "I can still afford the word "master". The middle-aged man was slightly surprised and a trace of disapproval flashed in his eyes. He felt that this guy was too unhumble. Our Chinese kung fu emphasizes keeping his strength and keeping a low profile, so how can he admit that he is a master?

The middle-aged man didn't want to talk to Chen Ling anymore, but suddenly he remembered something and asked again: "Brother, do you know how the horizontal practice of this murder machine was practiced?"

Chen Ling said: "Let me give an example. During the Qing Dynasty, Manchus practiced Buku. That is, wrestling, and all their bodies were covered with medicinal oil. When exercising, their pores opened and the oil penetrated into the muscles and bones of the skin. The outside was very resistant to blows. Over time, they practiced a pair of steel and iron bones! Prince Yihuan of Manchu wrestling was not compatible with internal martial arts, but Guo Yunshen fought with him for more than a dozen moves before he knocked him away with the Bengquan, and none of them hurt his muscles and bones. In the cold places in Russia and Siberia, most of them used the oiling of the whole body to resist the cold."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man suddenly realized. At the same time, the ring competition officially began after a gong.

An Xin held her breath, her face full of nervousness and excitement. It was hard to imagine that she would have such a side. Chen Ling looked over and saw the Chinese boxer jumping forward, a beautiful tiger-shaped pounce and cut as fast as lightning. Moreover, the pounce was fierce and fierce, with the momentum of a tiger going down the mountain. Everyone had the feeling of a tiger king coming out of the mountain. This also shows that the masters in the Black Fist Camp were all well-known. The Chinese boxer's move showed that his Xingyi had already grasped the essence.

boom!

When the Russian boxer faced the tiger-shaped Chinese boxer, his eyes were cold and he did not dodge. He just thrust his punch straight at the forehead of the Chinese boxer.

As fast as thunder and lightning, it hits out with a punch, and the air explodes. It's like a thousand-pound steel hammer hitting down, with an unparalleled explosion crushing pressure.

This is the one inch longer and one inch stronger, letting you change in a variety of ways. I just come first with one punch, and who makes my hands longer than you, and the person taller than you.

The Chinese boxer was shocked. When he raised his eyes, his fist had arrived. He turned his head and dodged it, and simply penetrated the Russian boxer's armpit.

The Chinese boxers barely avoided it, and were not as good as changing. The killing machine also reacted quickly, without looking back, and a snapping sound like a whip flower was pulled, and a fierce whip hand hit the Chinese boxers' vest.

The wind was fierce, and the Chinese boxer bent his body during the crisis, rolled out in an instant. The killing machine whip hand fell out, turned around and slammed up, and each step was filled with pressure from the cave mountain.

The Chinese boxer quickly rolled back to defense, and he was low, judging the opportunity, like a python coming out of a hole, poking his hands on both sides at the waist of the killing machine.

The killing machine faced the Chinese boxer's tricky hand, and he didn't even hit his eyes, and hit him with a blow.

Boom, the dull strong wind stormed, crushing and sweeping everything. The Chinese boxer was almost helpless. Before his attack arrived, the opponent's straight punch hit his face.

The Chinese boxer turned his head and barely avoided this fierce straight punch. He felt the strong wind rushing in his ears and roared in his ears.

Bang, at the same time, the killing machine lifted her knees directly as fast as lightning and pushed it to the heart of the Chinese boxer. With this change, the killing machine had practiced hard at least millions of times, and it was so fast. His strength was all Ming energy, which directly pushed the Chinese boxer out and smashed it on the closed tempered glass. The glass sounded loudly, making people think that the glass was about to break. The Chinese boxer pounced on the ground and died on the spot. A pool of blood quickly formed under his body.

Absolutely bloody and violent scene.

An Xin saw a life disappearing in front of her eyes, and her feelings were complicated and unspeakable. Life was often so fragile, but it is undeniable that An Xin also felt that there was a stimulating factor in her heart that was beating wildly.

Soon, the body of the Chinese boxer was moved away.

The Russian killer machine became arrogant and stretched his arms out of power.

Some foreign audience members in the venue cheered and shouted: "Black King Kong is mighty!"

This is a bit like the arrogant Russians in China.

The middle-aged man frowned and said, "The Russian strongman was defeated by Huo Yuanjia. I wonder if anyone will deal with this Russian today." After a pause, his eyes turned to Chen Ling and said, "Brother, didn't you say you are a master? You can meet him when you go up and give us Chinese anger, so as not to think that our Chinese Kung Fu is just a fancy."

Chen Ling said lightly: "This Russian killing machine has limited ability. There are masters in the boxing camp that can control it."

"Oh, is that?" The middle-aged man was half-believing, but Chen Ling had said before that the Chinese boxer was not an opponent. At this time, he was a little convinced by Chen Ling and said immediately: "I am Zhou Zheng, I don't know what brother is called?"

"Chen Ling!"

While speaking, masters were sent from the boxing camp to fight against the Russian boxers.

The Chinese boxer who came up this time was an elegant man wearing a white coat. The man had a pretty face and had a flowing and round Tai Chi style while walking.

When Zhou Zheng saw this man, he was slightly disgraced and said, "Oh my God, this is not the Taiji King Liao Qing who is rampant in Nanyang." After that, he turned to Chen Ling and said, "Brother Chen, do you recognize this person Liao Qing?"

Chen Ling shook his head and said, "I don't know." A strange look flashed in Zhou Zheng's eyes, and he said oh, and said no more. At this time, he decided that Chen Ling was a joke to call himself a master. Because Chen Ling was obviously not a person in the martial arts world, he didn't even recognize Taiji King Liao Qing.

In fact, it is normal for Chen Ling not to know Liao Qing. Because Chen Ling and Liao Qing are not on the same level. Liao Qing has the title of Tai Chi King in the Nanyang area, but is far from Chen Ling's world. Liao Qing may know the famous Chinese dragon Chen Ling, but Chen Ling certainly does not know him Liao Qing.

I saw Liao Qing on the ring, and Zhou Zheng said to Chen Ling again: "Brother Chen, who would win?" Chen Ling naturally knew Zhou Zheng's little thoughts were changing, but it was normal. He did not mind and said immediately: "

Liao Qing’s Tai Chi style is very pure, and his internal cultivation is between the peak of Danjin to the peak of Huajin. The sound comes out casually, and the power is round and fierce, and the killing machine cannot hold on to a single move."

Zhou Zheng was slightly surprised and said, "Brother Chen can tell so many things before he saw Master Liao's actions?"

Chen Ling smiled faintly and said, "Those who practice boxing can't make mistakes when walking the boxing posture penetrates deep into their bones."

Zhou Zheng didn't believe it, but he didn't say anything more. An Xin, who was beside him, heard Chen Ling's words, felt that his husband would really be a person of Ling Jueding, and he gave a little advice on the country.

At this moment, the gong rang. Liao Qing's white coat and shirt were fluttering, with a Chinese warrior style. The Russian killing machine showed fierce murderous intent. With a tiger roar, he suddenly bounced his legs like a blade and swept across Liao Qing's face.

Liao Qing's face was as calm as water, and suddenly retreated to avoid the sharpness of the killing machine. Then he actually used the Xingyiquan of the Chinese boxer just now, in the shape of a tiger. He grabbed his toes on the ground and rushed over fiercely.

His speed was countless times faster than that boxer, and he was numerous times fiercer.

Seeing this, the killing machine was also done in a straight punch and hit.

This move is very effective, but unfortunately, the ending changed this time. Before his straight punch was released, Liao Qing had already rushed to him first, cutting and grabbing his hand, and slapped it out with one hand. With the flash, Liao Qing had already retreated.

Few people could see clearly in the field with fast changes, but Chen Ling could see clearly. At that moment, Liao Qing grabbed the waist of the killing machine with five fingers, and pierced the waist of the killing machine. At the same time, he slapped the force of the killing machine with one hand and smashed his intestines. No matter how hard you are, the peak of your copper leather and muscles, the fierce force like a needle prick, you still can't resist it.

It was really a move, a matter of a moment. The murder machine stood firm on the spot, his eyes full of disbelief. Then, he fell straight down.

"Okay!" Zhou Zheng shouted excitedly, and some Chinese audiences also cheered loudly.

Zhou Zheng then said to Chen Ling: "The Taiji King is indeed the Taiji King. He is clean and neat, extraordinary and extraordinary!"

Chen Ling smiled faintly, not very happy. Instead, he looked at An Xin with some concern and said, "How is it, are you still used to it?"

An Xin's face was slightly pale, but she still said, "I'm fine."

The ring competition continues. The reason why it is exciting here is that every day is full of variables, challenges and challenges. Everyone can go up after signing a life-and-death certificate.

Moreover, Chen Ling knew that today's ring match would only be more exciting. Because he knew that a group of people came to Siberia to come here to choose the venue. So it is impossible for their master to be the only one killing machine.

Let’s talk about this at this time, a group of people from Siberia were in the lounge behind the scenes. They observed the changes on the ring through the screen. After the body of the murderer was carried away, the Siberian boxers began to look solemn. The person who led the team this time was called Pusius, and all of them were his capable generals. This time they came here to make money, and to crack down on the reputation of the Black Box Camp and to raise their status as the Black Box Camp in Siberia. Because the black boxing camp in Rongcheng now has a faint sense of challenge to the Black Box Camp in Siberia.

Pusius is an authentic Russian, with hair all over his body and dark skin, like a gorilla. His boxing skills are very powerful, and Ming Jin has also cultivated higher copper and iron bones, and has been soaked in medicinal wine since he was a child.

Pusius looked at Liao Qing on the screen and knew that Liao Qing was a strong enemy.

At this time, Roddy, among the boxers, stood up and said, "Pusseus, let me go."

Putius glanced at Roddy and didn't say anything. He thought that although Roddy was good, he had no absolute chance of winning when fighting with Liao Qing.

"I'll go!" A thin and cold man in black robe stood up.

Pusius was surprised, looked at the man in black robe and said, "Mr. Diluo, it's too early to go up now, right? You are our finale."

Di Luo said coldly: "There is nothing early or not. Only the foolish demon king in the knight novel will wait until his subordinates are all destroyed before he will duel with the protagonist. If the personnel are not injured or killed, I will just take action to destroy this person."

Pusius's eyes lit up slightly, feeling that Di Luo's words made him enlightened. Generally, in Western knight novels, the knight protagonists killed waves of subordinates sent by the Demon King in order to save the princess. In the end, all the subordinates were killed, and the Demon King took action, and the Demon King was killed. But what if the Demon King took action early? Then this knight novel could not be written anymore. This is the difference between reality and novels.

When Di Luo appeared, the coldness and murderous intent on his body made all the audience shudder.

Liao Qing was also slightly dissatisfied when he saw Di Luo. Di Luo's eyes were like vampires, full of bloodthirsty and cruelty.

"Oh no!" Chen Ling couldn't help but say.

The middle-aged man Zhou Zheng is now very convinced by Chen Ling, because everything Chen Ling said has come true, and he couldn't help asking: "Brother Chen, why did you say it's bad? Is Tai Chi King still the opponent of this person?"

Chen Ling sighed and said, "This man in black robe walks very well, with a cold murderous aura, but with a hint of pure aura. He should be practicing religious secret techniques. I think his cultivation has reached the peak of spiritual transformation. What's even more terrible is that he is also a murder machine trained from the Black Fist Camp. The copper and iron bones that are trained horizontally on the body are several times stronger than the previous killing machine. This man is soft and continuous inside, and strong outside, and both hard and soft. Liao Qing is definitely not an opponent."

"No way?" Zhou Zheng was a little unhappy and said, "Tai Chi King's Tai Chi is soft and hard to fight. The whip hand is even more fierce and fierce. Will he not even win a black boxer?"

"This person should be the king of black fist." Chen Ling didn't argue, but felt that it was a pity that a seedling like Liao Qing had fallen. But this was a game, and he couldn't jump up and say that Liao Qing, you are not an opponent, I'll fight.

An Xin believed Chen Ling's words and looked nervously at the stage. Chen Ling held her Rouyi, and such gentleness brought her a hint of spiritual relief.

After the gong sounded, Liao Qing and Di Luo began to fight. Liao Qing was very alert to Di Luo and did not dare to underestimate him at all. The Tai Chi king took a step, grabbed his toes, and stepped over like lightning. His body was bulging and his clothes were rushing. He saw his fists like cannons, stepping on, leaning on his body, and bombarding the door of Di Luo's face, unsuperior.

This move is the upper step of Tai Chi, which is extremely powerful and the Hunyuan punching force is shaken. Even if Di Luo is iron-clad, the Hunyuan punching force is directly shaken into his body.

Di Luo faced the powerful step forward and blocked the thug, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He took a step back and barely avoided it. Liao Qing thought flashed and immediately rushed over. He grabbed Di Luo's chest and lower abdomen with his hands.
Chapter completed!