Chapter 29 Iron-legged martial arts with no successors (for further reading
Cheng Cheng felt the strong force coming from his legs during the collision, and did not resist. He took advantage of the force and stepped back continuously. But how could Meng Chuan let Cheng Cheng go?
Martial arts all have training and fighting methods, it's just that the steps may not be that powerful.
Meng Chuan kept up with his fists. The Red Line Fist was not as explosive as the Tiger Fist, but it was continuous and extremely vicious. If he had the slightest advantage, he could attack him like a tide.
Meng Chuan's boxing style was fast-paced. Not only was Cheng Cheng unable to match his speed, but it was normal that his leg skills were not as fast as his boxing skills. But he couldn't even match his strength. This Meng Chuan was obviously only one step away from the realm of divine power.
After only ten rounds, Cheng Cheng was punched on the shoulder.
He knocked him to the ground with a bang.
"Admit defeat. The Iron Legs Martial Arts School is rubbish. The Iron Legs Martial Arts School is all rubbish like you. Is it necessary to open this martial arts gym?" Meng Chuan said lazily, but the sarcasm in his words was not lost at all.
"What did you say! Apologize quickly!"
Some students in the audience stared angrily and shouted angrily.
"Don't you let us talk about rubbish? Hahaha! I just say that the Iron Legs Martial Arts School should close down as soon as possible, so as not to waste people's lives!"
Meng Chuan shrugged his shoulders and said bluntly without any hesitation about Jiang Chuan's face.
"you!"
Cheng Cheng covered his unconscious shoulders and glared at Meng Chuan when he heard Meng Chuan insulting his disciple.
"Don't admit defeat yet!"
Meng Chuan punched the black tiger to the heart, but Cheng Cheng couldn't dodge and was hit directly in the center and fell to the ground.
"Haha, rubbish is rubbish. Of course, I am not talking about Mr. Jiang. After all, Mr. Jiang is also a famous figure in our Leping City. I am just saying that I am not worthy of Mr. Jiang. The disciples taught by the strong copper-skinned man are less effective than the others."
Meng Chuan looked sarcastic.
"Luo Ming, bring your junior brother down."
Jiang Chuan's face turned pale as he listened to Meng Chuan's words. The walnuts he was plated with clicked and were crushed into pieces, and the broken shells were scattered on the floor.
Now a disciple actually dares to mock him!
But he is a member of the older generation after all, and this Meng Chuan did not mock him openly, he just said that his ability to teach his disciples was not strong...
Naturally, I can’t care too much about it, but I’m holding a fire in my heart!
Luo Ming went up to the ring and hugged Cheng Cheng down. Cheng Cheng covered his chest and said sadly: "Elder brother, I lost..."
"It's okay. We know you tried your best."
The strength of the two is not at the same level at all. Zhang Yinglong, who is most likely to win, happened to be injured two days ago. Thinking of Zhang Yinglong, Luo Ming's eyes showed a haze, hoping that it was not what he thought.
"Come up quickly. Finish the fight and close the gym immediately. Your Iron Legs Martial Arts Gym is just a waste of time."
Suddenly, a person jumped onto the ring and shouted towards the disciples on the other side of Jiangchuan.
"It's Liao Gang. He is the most talented disciple of the Golden Finger Sect during this time! I heard that he got started very quickly, and then mastered the ability to circulate Qi and blood. He is not far away from boiling blood. He even has a powerful fighting style, and in actual combat
Extremely capable.
Even the senior brother of Jinzhimen bluntly said that Liao Gang would catch up with him soon."
Some of the disciples in Leopard Fist knew Liao Gang, and they quickly said loudly. This was a reminder to Iron Legs Martial Arts School.
"Then Master, I'm going."
Li Guan walked out, stared at Liao Gang on the ring and said.
"Be careful. Don't show off. You still have a great future. Don't hurt yourself because of this." Jiang Chuan took a deep breath and warned.
There is no hope now, but the arena is not over yet. It is impossible to stop the arena match directly. We can only tell them not to show off their strength. If they lose, they lose.
"Um."
Li Guan jumped onto the ring, and the person opposite clasped his fists and laughed: "It seems that there is no one in the Iron Legs Martial Arts Hall, and they actually let a new disciple come up. Could it be that he wants to preserve his strength. It doesn't matter whether he preserves it or not, he will lose anyway.
of."
"Iron Leg Kung Fu, Li Guan."
Li Guan was too lazy to talk so much. After all, there was no need to talk so much to the dead. Since they were all going to hit hard, it didn't matter if he was a little harder.
"Golden Finger Gate. Liao Gang."
Li Guan's appearance once again ignited the surrounding spectator seats, and some warriors who came to watch the battle began to discuss. Although Liao Gang was still in the outer refining realm, he could already circulate his energy and blood, and he was only a little short of boiling blood all over his body.
.
Now the people at Iron Legs Martial Arts Hall let a new disciple come on stage?
Isn’t that openly admitting defeat?
"Li Guan? Isn't that a disciple who has just entered the Iron Leg Sect? Shouldn't it be Jiang Qing and Jiang Ming?"
"Is the Iron Leg Sect crazy? How strong can a new disciple be? There is no need to admit defeat like this."
"Is it possible that the Iron Legs Martial Arts School felt that it had no hope of winning? It deliberately let a weaker disciple come on stage, and then no one would say anything if they lost..."
Everyone was talking a lot, even some warriors who were good friends with Jiang Chuan couldn't help but look at Jiang Chuan, wondering what the old man Jiang Chuan was doing.
On the arena.
Liao Gang narrowed his eyes slightly. He just said this, but he also got the news. There is a disciple named Li Guan who has just started. He is very powerful in the ground fist and has strong strength. He must be careful!
'Sliding shovel!'
A phantom flashed on the ground. Liao Gang was already prepared. He ducked to the side. The arena was so big. No matter how powerful your punches were, what could you do but you couldn't rush out? The five fingers in his hand turned coppery.
He poked the stopped Li Guan in the head.
Li Guan pushed hard with both hands, and his whole body slid to avoid the five fingers that crossed the scream.
But Liao Gang was unyielding and opened his five fingers. Suddenly, the five fingers seemed to become extremely sharp.
Bang bang bang!
Five fingers poked, as fast as lightning, directly into Li Guan's waist. Li Guan rolled around, and Liao Gang's fingers poked directly on the floor.
"Is this the new disciple of Iron Legs Martial Arts School? Why is he hiding like a mouse?"
"Hahaha, no wonder Iron Legs Martial Arts School is so weak, the disciples it teaches will roll on the ground!"
"Things without eggs! Iron Legs Martial Arts School should be closed as soon as possible!"
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The disciples at the Golden Finger Martial Arts School began to laugh loudly. When the others heard this, they also frowned slightly. They originally thought there would be a wonderful group match, but now it seems that the Iron Legs Martial Arts School really seems to have no successor.
People.
A hint of ferocity appeared on Liao Gang's face, and he laughed and said: "You're a waste, you'd better die as soon as possible and be reincarnated."
Li looked at Liao Gang's palms that were like eagle claws as he continued to charge towards him, and his right leg was like a black dragon rising out of the sea, like a long whip being swung out, with a whistling sound in the air.
Liao Gang was delighted when he saw that Li Guan no longer evaded. With the power of his claws, he was able to scratch Li Guan's legs to pieces.
In the blink of an eye, the legs and claws met, making a dull sound.