From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming

Chapter 88 Use your blood to vent to me! (Push the street to ask for subscription)
The ghosts of the Wu clan.

When Hui Liyang saw that Ziyin was calling, a trace of depression flashed in his eyes.

Earlier, he wanted Wu Lei'an to be fully prepared before challenging.

As a result, after a delay, Leng Kong went to practice in the mountains, and he didn't give the Wu family a chance to get back.

It has been delayed until now and has not been challenged, and now colleagues are spreading rumors that their Wu clan "can't do it".

Hui Liyang is not afraid of rumors or anything, because real gold is not afraid of fire.

As long as he is strong enough, rumors and the like can't hurt the Wu family in the slightest.

What he was worried about was that time dragged on for too long, what if the Zong family knew about the existence of Leng Kong and ran over to snatch him?
Leng Kong is the only blood of the Wu clan with superhuman physique.

It can be said that it is the best stallion to inherit the blood. What if such a big treasure is snatched away by the clan?

Can't he be heartbroken to death?

Absolutely not!
Pressing the answer button extremely quickly, Hui Liyang's tone was not very good: "Girl Ziyin, don't tell me that you are calling this time to delay time!"

"No, Leng Kong is back!"

Ziyin turned on the hands-free, and gave Leng Kong an expression of "Look, this old man is in a hurry".

"came back?"

Hui Liyang's voice suddenly raised.

Perhaps because he was afraid of running away again in the cold air, he quickly added, "Then determine the time for the ring, our Wu clan can do it anytime!"

Ziyin held down the microphone, and pouted at Lengkong: "How long is it?"

"Just tomorrow!"

Leng Kong didn't want to wait any longer.

Ziyin: "Just came back, don't you need to adjust?"

"Need not!"

Leng Kong shook his head: "I'm at my best right now!"

"OK!"

Ziyin made an OK gesture and let go of the microphone.

"Old ghost Wu, see if you're in a hurry, it's tomorrow."

"Okay, wait for the association to notify!"

After hanging up the phone, Hui Liyang's eyebrows widened, and then he made another call.

Drip
"Old ghost, why are you calling me?"

The phone was connected, and an old voice full of vigor and vitality came from the microphone.

"Katahara, help me draft a battle agreement immediately, the time is set for tomorrow."

Facing the old man, Hui Liyang didn't talk nonsense, and directly stated his purpose.

"Haha. Are you following Zuo Liuyuan?"

Katahara Mietou, president of Boxing Association, joked, "I thought you could endure it for how long!"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up, and then inform me of the time and location of the Sou Liuyuan."

Katahara Mietou: "No problem, young people are so energetic, it makes me miss the time when I used to fight for the president of Kengan! Haha"

After decades of reign, Quan Yuan would be suppressed by him like a pool of stagnant water, not even a single person dared to challenge him.

Standing at the highest point, without a goal, without a competitor who can match it, life is too boring.

Katahara Miitou, who is old and not old at heart, has a faint desire in his heart to overthrow everything and start again, to feel the excitement again, to experience the long-lost passion!
"What's wrong with you again?"

Hui Liyang knew this old man very well. Although Katahara Mietang was a businessman, his fighting spirit was stronger than that of himself, the leader of the Wu clan.

Other nearly hundred-year-olds are picking coffins for themselves, but he is still thinking about how to reheat his blood.

"Haha. Just wait and see!"

Katahara Mietou smiled and hung up the phone.

He was waiting for an opportunity, or an excuse to let himself step down, so that Quan wished to return to the Warring States Period from the domination of the world.

In this way, he can compete on the same stage with boxing companies and elites of the new generation.

Feel the blood of youth again!Ha ha
"Heh, you old ghost, you're still playing tricks on me."

Putting down the phone, Hui Liyang complained silently and looked at Wu Horis who was standing aside.

"How is Lei An's skill training?"

"I always feel that I'm still close to a great achievement. Lei'an is too hot-tempered, and we suppressed it again. Now I'm holding back a fierce anger in my heart. In addition, I didn't succeed last time, and my cultivation efficiency is too low."

Wu Hollis shook his head.

"He has never been beaten before, and his temper can't calm down."

Hui Liyang narrowed his eyes, "Actually, I hope this cold air can beat him up."

Wu Hollis: "Hehe. Old man, if Lei An hears what you said, I'm afraid he will run away on the spot."

Hui Liyang: "How is the preparation in the medical room?"

"Well, according to what you said, in the name of a physical examination, the flesh and blood tissue of Lei An was extracted to grow organs, and it has almost been completed."

"But old man, is Leng Kong really that strong?"

Wu Huolisi was puzzled and said, "Before we are strong enough to enter the ring, we need to cultivate Lei An's internal organs in advance?"

Because the organs cultivated by their own cells will not be rejected by the body after transplantation, the Wu clan will only give back organs to their clansmen when they are performing extremely dangerous tasks.

But it hasn't hit yet?

Just prepare internal organs for Lei An, whose liberation degree has reached 100?

Is the old man a little too cautious?
"Hehe. Do you know who that little Leng Kong went to practice with when he entered the mountain?"

"Who?"

"Kuroki Xuanzhai!"

"It's him.?"

Wu Hollis frowned when he heard the name.

He was also a member of the Mesozoic generation of assassins, and he was hanged and beaten more than once or twice by Heimu Xuanzhai.

"That's right, Yasha found out about it from his little girlfriend."

Hui Liyang's mouth opened: "This brat belongs to the Wu family with a superhuman physique. He may be stronger than Lei An in terms of body. If he can practice his skills with Heimu again."

"As for Lei An, who can't control his temper when fighting, I really don't like him!"

"This is also a backup, you go and inform Lei An now."

"Ok!"

Wu Hollis nodded and walked out the door.

Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
Wu Horis had just approached the training ground when he heard the sound of violent fighting inside.

The next moment, a Wu family whose head was covered in blood was beaten, dragged long scratches on the ground and fell to his feet.

"Bastard, do you only have this little power?"

"Too weak. Too weak!"

"Come and fight me with a stronger one!"

"Jie Jie"

Then I heard Wu Lei'an's extremely insolent roar.

Training is definitely not a one-on-one practice, usually there will be a bad luck ghost who will go up to help Wu Lei'an.

Then he was knocked to the ground.

Fortunately, everyone in the Wu family is thick-skinned, so they won't be beaten to death.

"Okay, Lei An, don't go crazy."

Wu Horis kicked the Wu family who was still lying on the ground, telling him to roll to the infirmary, then turned his head and shouted at Wu Lei'an.

"Okay, you are ready to play tomorrow."

"Oh sure?"

Wu Lei'an snorted coldly, and frowned, "You said the same thing last time, what happened? When I was about to tear him apart, you said you couldn't find anyone?"

"According to me, no matter what his boxing rules are, just block the door and kill him directly!"

"There are so many things!"

Wu Horis: "It's different this time. The old man has been confirmed by the Soryu Academy, and I also ask President Katahara to confirm the location and time of the ring."

"So that means I can release myself to my heart's content tomorrow?"

Wu Lei'an's mouth was torn open, and his eyes glowed scarlet.

"Asshole, use your blood to vent to me tomorrow! Haha."

Because of this bastard, he was imprisoned by the old man for three full months, and he was so full of anger that he had nowhere to vent his anger.

(End of this chapter)