"Boy, what are you talking about?"

Li Wenchan asked Yang Xuerou to come on stage to fight this Nanyang man. When Wang Yuanlong and others next to him heard this, their faces were filled with astonishment.

What a joke.

This Nanyang man had already killed several people, and his attacks were extremely ruthless. Even a 300-pound yokozuna player died under his hands.

If Yang Xuerou, a little girl, fights with him, isn't she asking for death?

"good."

Unexpectedly, Yang Xuerou nodded firmly after hearing Li Wenchan's words.

"Okay, just sit down and don't mess around." Wang Yuanlong scolded, "He asked you to die, will you go too?"

"I believe Teacher Li!" Yang Xuerou said without hesitation.

Li Wenchan said calmly: "Go, this is your first battle, perform well. If you can win, you will be my disciple from now on, and you can call me master. If you lose, I will take action to save your life.

But from now on, you and I will no longer have anything to do with each other!"

Master and teacher are different concepts.

A teacher can have many students. There are many teachers in the world who are full of talents.

But a master will only have a few disciples.

The word "father" in "Shifu" means that once you are a teacher, you will be a lifelong father. This shows the importance of these two words.

Li Wenchan saw in Yang Xuerou an aura that would not give way to women. In addition, she had an extraordinary understanding and was born with a talent for martial arts, so he developed a love for talents.

"I will definitely win!"

Yang Xuerou took a deep breath and walked onto the stage.

"What is this little girl doing here?"

As soon as she went up, everyone was surprised.

"Bastard, if you don't let her come down yet, do you want to see her die on the stage?"

Wang Yuanlong said angrily, feeling that Li Wenchan was letting Yang Xuerou die in vain.

"Uncle Wang, I'm teaching my students, so I won't bother you." Li Wenchan showed no intention of changing his mind.

While they were talking, Yang Xuerou on the stage gave a sweet shout and took the initiative.

Her steps are like a white crane stepping on the sand, her body is light, her fists are like a crane pecking, she opens and closes them wide, and her energy is as strong as a needle.

This kind of speed is beyond the reach of even those well-trained special forces.

With this move, Yang Xuerou made the Nanyang people on the opposite side look solemn.

This Nanyang man is a man of strong physical strength, and he often boxes and has rich experience, so he can feel at a glance that the boxing skills and footwork of the girl in front of him are exquisite!

He knew very well that a lion was fighting a rabbit, so he used all his strength to fight it out, bending and springing his legs and looking like a leopard.

His fist struck out very fast, making a shrill tearing sound in the air, and it was as powerful as a violent storm.

But Yang Xuerou's expression remained unchanged.

Her boxing skills are like an antelope hanging its horns, a fairy coming from outside the world. It is so ethereal that there is no trace of her moves. Each move seems to come from her heart.

As Nanyang people are strong in external strength, every punch has a distance of more than a thousand kilograms.

Therefore, Yang Xuerou's fists did not confront him head-on, but used softness to overcome hardness, just like the four ounces in Tai Chi that move a thousand pounds.

"What kind of boxing technique is this? It's so mysterious."

Wang Yuanlong was also surprised at this time.

He thought that Yang Xuerou would definitely die if he went up to her, but who would have thought that the two of them actually fought back and forth.

With his eyesight, he can naturally see that Yang Xuerou has not yet entered the external strength. The external strength is to open up the strength of the limbs, and only then can the strength reach a thousand catties.

Without entering the external force, but being able to compete equally with the external force, what does this mean?

It shows that her boxing skills are too exquisite!

"Where did she learn boxing?" Wang Yuanlong asked Li Wenchan.

"She is my student, so naturally I teach her."

"I'm not ashamed to say this. Even a boxing master who has practiced boxing for decades may not be able to teach this kind of boxing." Wang Yuanlong snorted coldly, not believing it at all.

"This little girl is so amazing."

"Yes, yes, there were so many tall and strong men who couldn't beat her before, but she is actually not bad at all."

Rich people from all directions were amazed.

The Nanyang people couldn't attack for a long time, but they felt like they were being suppressed by Yang Xuerou. They knew that if they continued like this, they might lose.

He roared angrily and took a sharp breath.

The body suddenly enlarged by a full circle. Wherever the air hit, the diaphragm filled up and the skin sac bulged.

"ah!"

He let out a long roar, the sound was like a loud bell, deafening.

Then, he swung his arm, two became four, four became eight, eight became sixteen, and finally the shadow of his fist was heavy, and his fists were coming from all directions.

This is a method of overdraft, which stimulates all the potential in the body and can launch the most ferocious offensive in the shortest time.

However, afterwards, you will also fall into a period of weakness and it will take a month or two to recover.

"This is the true face of Boxing Fighter. It was with this hand that he beat a black bear to death!"

The rich man's eyes lit up and he laughed.

This Nanyang man is known as a boxing champion, how can he take it for granted?

This move alone made many outside power masters present look heavy.

"If it were the strength he showed before, I would be 90% sure of beating him, but with this killer move, I would only be 30% sure at most."

A Yue, who was next to Nian Bao, said with a heavy expression.

"This Nanyang man does have some strength. This method of overdrafting physical energy is probably a secret technique he learned from somewhere. This little girl is going to lose."

Behind Master Meng Wu, Mr. Zheng commented that he was not optimistic about Yang Xuerou.

Although Yang Xuerou's boxing skills are very exquisite, in the face of absolute power, no matter how exquisite the boxing skills are, they are useless.

As the saying goes, one force can bring down ten.

This Nanyang man has many fists. No matter how you attack, you will be enveloped by his boxing skills. You can only fight him head-on and engage in a game of strength.

But Yang Xuerou has not yet stepped into the external force, and her strength is inherently insufficient. How can she win in a head-on confrontation?

"I think he's going to win."

Meng Wuye retorted, this is Li Wenchan’s student!

"What do you know?" Mr. Zheng said disdainfully.

Including the Taoist real person Wang Yuanlong and the fourth-level master Zhang Haojie, they all believed that Yang Xuerou was going to lose.

"It's a pity. If she had been allowed to hone her skills for a few more years, and then come back to compete here, she would have won."

Everyone was sighing.

"Little girl, give up and stop fighting."

Some people even told her to admit defeat and save her life.

But Yang Xuerou on the stage was not afraid at all.

Facing the overwhelming punches of this Nanyang master, she just let out a breath, her heart stilled, and punched out.

This punch was ordinary, straight forward, without any power, and it didn't even create any wind.

In the eyes of many people, it seems very ridiculous that even a child in kindergarten can type it out.

But just this ridiculous punch vaguely had a strange Taoist charm, like a flying fairy from the sky, mysterious and unpredictable.

This boxing is called "Flying Immortal Boxing".

This is no longer the fist of a mortal, but the fist of an immortal!

Li Wenchan practiced the Ten Thousand Stars Flying Immortal Technique and understood the Immortal Dharma. Based on the Immortal Dharma, he created the "Flying Immortal Fist".

If he used this punch by himself, he would be able to defeat all attacks with one force.

Even though Yang Xuerou has no magic power, she still has otherworldly power when she performs this "Flying Immortal Fist".

I saw the shadow of the Nanyang master's heavy fists. After encountering Yang Xuerou's punch, it collapsed directly and was vulnerable to a blow. Yang Xuerou's delicate fist was as powerful as a bamboo, and it hit the Nanyang master's chest hard.

boom!

His chest suddenly sunk, and a deep fist mark appeared.

"What kind of punch is this?"
To be continued...