On the ring, Lan Yi put on a stance.

As a genuine coach at the Hailan Martial Arts Club, he has experienced many battles and is experienced and will not underestimate any opponent.

Even if this opponent looks weak!

"bring it on!"

He shouted loudly, stepped down his foot, stretched his right hand forward, and hid his left hand around his waist.

This is the starting style of the secret boxing of the Hailan Martial Arts Hall.

Many martial arts schools in the Star Alliance originated from ancient times and have various secrets.

The boxing technique that Lan Yi learned is called "Haitao Style". Starting from standing in a stance, I imagine that my body is swept by waves and practiced to the end, no matter how hard the opponent attacks, I am like a reef in the ocean, towering and motionless.

Therefore, his starting style is a good defensive move and also contains a lot of counterattack power.

"If I take action, you will immediately jump on the spot."

Zhong Shenxiu carried his hands on her back, and she had a grand style: "I'll give you three moves."

While speaking, he had already used the bones' true energy, and did not release it, but just activated the eagle claws and iron cloth shirt, and the skin on the body was tense in an instant.

Although Hua Wu's eagle claw iron cloth shirt was only a small success, under the urging of his true energy, it was instantly equivalent to the level of other people's iron cloth shirts.

"Shadowless!"

Lan Yi rushed forward and attacked with his right hand.

When he rushed to Zhong Shenxiu, he suddenly turned his foot, turned around with his right foot as the axis, walked around behind Zhong Shenxiu, and punched him in the vest.

Bang!

"I hit it." The audience and Luo Xiaoqing both exclaimed.

But Zhong Shenxiu didn't even move.

Lan Yi felt even more intense. His punch just now seemed to hit an iron plate, causing his joints to hurt slightly.

At this time, I knew I had met a real master, so I took a deep breath and hooked my right foot forward.

Zhong Shenxiu's legs seemed to have roots and did not move.

Seeing this scene, the students were in a panic.

Obviously, they also realized that to the challenger, Lan Yi was as weak as a child.

"Hurry up, go call senior brother."

Out of the audience, several coaches were already anxious.

Lan Yi is not a low-level coach, but a master among the coaches. Beating five or six gangsters by one is like playing.

But now, he is about to lose.

"This person... has such a powerful hard skill."

Lan Yi's face turned red, she took a deep breath, and took a series of photos of her hands: "Three-stack waves!"

This is a secret technique he was the coach for five years before he was given by the museum owner. He could hide three kinds of power in one palm.

Once he can practice the three levels of secret power with this secret technique, he can be accepted as a personal disciple and is treated much higher than that of the coach.

As for the true disciples? An old martial artist may not be able to teach one or two in his lifetime, so most of them only have one person, and they are real disciples with robes and dough.

Zhong Shenxiu did not dodge or avoid, and let the other party hit his chest with a palm, feeling hidden force and even bypassing the iron cloth shirt to prevent his internal organs.

But the true qi of the white bones disappeared invisibly just after a turn.

‘This is the martial arts of this world? It seems that it is mainly based on qi, blood and strength, and pursues a complete control of one's own body and completely refining strength. It's a different path. It's just that I feel a little poor...'

He shook his head secretly.

Even if this kind of martial artist is trained to the limit of his body, it is only the limit of a mortal, and it is still a flesh and blood body.

Not as good as yourself, every time you break through a big realm, it is a qualitative change.

In other words, the martial arts in this world are also a helpless choice after the body cannot change qualitatively.

No matter how mortals exercise, they are still mortals, and they have their limits!

However, once the qualitative change of Gangsha, magic power, Yuandan, etc. is a difference in the essence of life.

"The body base is too small, for example, it is only 1. Even if the skills are good, the combat power multiple increases, it is only 2, 3...5, 6 is a top master. But once a monk enters the Tao, his body base will be 10..."

Zhong Shenxiu instantly understood the martial arts of this world: "A temporary choice at a low level, just look at it and don't pay much attention to it."

He saw everything he wanted to see. He looked at Lan Yi opposite him and smiled: "It's time to end."

"I admit defeat!"

Seeing that Zhong Shenxiu was about to take action, Lan Yi quickly admitted defeat.

There is no way to admit defeat. He can't win even if the other party stands there and doesn't move. The gap is already so big that it's going to go up to heaven.

Don’t admit defeat, wait for the other party to get him into the hospital?

‘Masters, true masters, senior brothers may not be able to fight... Maybe even the master is... Is this a martial artist? Such a young martial artist?’

Lan Yi's mind had many thoughts, but the audience below had a different emotion.

"I really won?!" Luo Xiaoqing was surprised and happy, and quickly looked at the live broadcast room, and there was also a 666 shot inside:

"This person is a bit powerful."

"It seems that the practice of horizontal practice has been achieved. How many beats will it take to go through."

"It's so meaty, you've spitted all the opponent."

In addition, there is also a flower, occasionally rockets and airships, Luo Xiaoqing smiled and said, "Tsk tsk, if this continues, you may be able to pay off your debts, so bah tsk... Why do I still think about really giving him money..."

...

Zhong Shenxiu waited for half an hour, and Lan Xiangyu, the senior brother of the Hailan Martial Arts Hall, arrived.

That’s right, this senior brother of the martial arts school, Lan Wangji’s true disciple, is also named Lan Wangji, and is actually Lan Wangji’s nephew.

Of course, things like martial arts are passed down to relatives, but not to outsiders.

Although the Lan family opened a martial arts school, only one of the direct descendants can learn the true "Aquaman Fist". This is an ancient rule.

In fact, if Lan Wangji's son had not been interested in practicing martial arts and was too incompetent, he would not even want to accept his nephew.

"Lan Xiangyu, please give me advice."

Lan Xiangyu is a handsome young man in his twenties, wearing blue training uniforms, and is handsome and elegant. As soon as he appears, he attracts cheers from some female students.

This senior brother is not only handsome, but also has real martial arts skills.

According to the owner of the museum, before he was thirty, he had great hope to reach the level of martial arts!

Even though Zhong Shenxiu performed very well just now, like a big devil, the audience apprentices still believe that the senior brother can turn the tide.

"Hua Wu."

Zhong Shenxiu yawned and got tired of it.

He moved at will, and came to Lan Xiangyu like the wind, pressed his claws and rushed straight to Lan Xiangyu's head.

"Drink, Aquaman Fist."

Lan Xiangyu's blood rolled all over his body, making a tide-like sound, and his hands were placed on the grid.

But the next moment, he felt an unparalleled force hitting, not just the waves of sea, but the torrent of steel!

No matter what kind of reef is, it will be crushed and knocked down in the face of this force!

Bang!

He dislocated his hands and was pressed on the ring by Zhong Shenxiu.

Zhong Shenxiu succeeded in one move, but she didn't chase him and walked away.

Lan Xiangyu turned her face, and two nosebleeds were bleeding, and the man fainted.

"Senior Brother?"
Chapter completed!