This hero will strike

Chapter 117 Black Wolf Fist (thanks to 'Electromagnetic Gun' for the reward, ^_^)

With a bang, Liu Jiao's body fell heavily to the ground, dust billowing, and the robes of the Beiyuan Escort Bureau on his body, and his chest was also red with blood spurted out again.

However, Liu Jiao, whose face was extremely pale, was still panting, and did not die.

Immediately, two bodyguards from Beiyuan Bodyguard Bureau rushed out of the crowd, came to his side, and helped him to leave.

"What a ruthless punch." Song Zuoling glanced sideways at Liu Jiao who was drifting away, but didn't say anything.

After all, according to the rules of martial arts competitions in the escort industry, as long as the opponent is not killed intentionally, it is not considered a violation.

Seriously injuring the opponent is not a violation.

The martial arts competition in this escorting event is not just a trick.

The crowd under the ring also had a brief commotion for this scene.

Some people think that Third Master Lan's shots are too heavy, while others think that Third Master Lan's punches are beautiful.

There are different opinions, each expressing their own feelings.

However, Wang Yuan, the Chief Escort of the Beiyuan Escort Bureau, was sitting on the wooden chair at this time, holding the palms of the armrests of the wooden chair, but he couldn't help but grasp them tightly. The veins on the back of his hands emerged like earthworms.

Lan Sanye had a heavy hand on the third leader of his family's bodyguard bureau, this tone made Wang Yuan hard to swallow.

"It's unreasonable, I'll go!"

On the right side of the chief escort Wang Yuan, the second leader Jing Sheng cursed angrily, and was about to step out.

But just as Jing Sheng stepped forward, Wang Yuan's thick palm firmly grasped his wrist.

"Brother!" Jing Sheng broke free from his wrist and grabbed his palm, but remained motionless.

"Let me do it!" Wang Yuan gave him a decisive look.

The second head, Jing Sheng, nodded silently and stepped aside.

In the area where the Beiyuan Escort Bureau was located, the surrounding bodyguards also automatically gave way to open a passage when they saw the head of the bodyguard, Wang Yuan, go out in person.

Wang Yuan walked out of the area step by step, entered the aisle between the crowd, and walked straight towards the ring.

He didn't use any agility, just walked to the ring calmly.

When passing by the weapon rack, he didn't stop at all, just like the third master Lan, he jumped onto the ring with his bare hands.

The surrounding crowd, at this moment, also became inexplicably quiet.

It seems that everyone else is aware that this contest between Wang Yuan and Lan Sanye will inevitably involve past entanglements.

Li Yu and the others were also calmly watching the two people on the ring. Li Qinyin, who was riding on his neck, stared closely at the ring with jet-black eyes that were shiny.

"Surnamed Lan, stay safe and sound!" Looking at his former brother, Wang Yuan gritted his teeth, and a trace of cruelty appeared in his eyes.

The third master Lan also stared coldly at Wang Yuan, who was called his brother at the wine table.

Although they both lived in Shangye County, they were busy with the development of the Escort in private, so they didn't meet often.

Now that they met in the arena of the escort agency event, the anger between each other seemed to be ignited at this moment.

"Both of you, this martial arts competition at the escorting event doesn't involve past grievances, please respect yourself." Song Zuoling, who was on the front of the ring, reminded again.

After finishing speaking, Song Zuoling turned his head to look at Mr. Li Qian's face, and the latter gave him a positive nod.

"Under my hand, see the real chapter!"

For Song Zuoling's reminder, Third Master Lan did not respond, but gave Wang Yuan a cold look.

Then with a thought, he mobilized all the internal energy in his dantian.Plenty of inner energy flows out of the palms along the meridians of both arms.After such a turbulent filling of internal energy, Third Master Lan's palms turned dark gray faintly.

"Black Wolf Fist!"

Among the crowd, someone's eyelids twitched suddenly, recognizing Third Master Lan's boxing skills.

As Lan San's former brother, Wang Yuan also recognized the origin of this boxing technique, the Black Wolf Fist, when he saw the opponent's inner strength filling his fists, turning them into a dark gray color.

According to Wang Yuan's understanding, this black wolf boxing is a set of boxing techniques handed down from ancient times that Lan San accidentally passed through a Jedi when he was wandering in the rivers and lakes in the past, and only the first volume survived.

Therefore, the Black Wolf Boxing practiced by Lan San is actually only the first volume.

However, the Black Wolf Fist, which is only part of the first volume, can make both fists accumulate extraordinary internal strength, which is an effect that many high-grade mysterious-level boxing techniques cannot possess.

In the area of ​​Ziyu Escort Bureau, Zhao Shanhe's eyes lit up slightly when he saw the change of Lan Sanye's fists.

This Black Wolf Fist seems to have the potential to be promoted to Transformation Martial Arts.

Coming from the Zhao family, Zhao Shanhe has much more knowledge and knowledge than many high-ranking people in the Jianghu, but he knows part of the source of the martial art of transformation.One of the sources is to enhance the potential of general martial arts, making it have the effect of transforming form, thus transforming into transforming martial arts.

This Black Wolf Fist has such potential.

"Ok?"

From the other direction, Li Yu was also surprised to see Third Master Lan, after accumulating ample internal energy in his fists, he actually took advantage of the situation and squatted on the ring, that posture close to the ground, like a strong horse The huge black wolf crawled on all fours, ready to jump up and kill its prey at any time.

Such weird martial arts postures have already attracted everyone's attention silently.

Together with the high-ranking Armed Forces Director Li Qian, at this moment, his brows were slightly frowned.

Wang Yuan, who was facing Lan Sanye, had a serious expression on his old face, and his palms were slowly lifted up, forming a "eight" shape, which was impressively his eight wild palms that he had practiced for many years.

Bahuang Mianzhang pays attention to the way of using softness to overcome rigidity, and using feminine palms to deal with tough and fierce martial arts.

Black Wolf Boxing belongs to the best in the fierce martial arts.

"Boom!"

There was a low sound of stomping on the ground, and the third master Lan, who was pounced on the surface of the ring, flew out in an instant like a black wolf full of evil spirits. In the blink of an eye, he passed through a distance of three feet, and a black wolf fist slammed into the ground. Wang Yuan's chest.

"Pong!"

Like a thunderbolt from the blue, the fists and palms slammed together violently, and a clear thunderbolt sound broke out.

The fists and palms were separated at the touch, and then the speed of the punches and palms of the two parties was almost as fast as a phantom, and dozens of collisions were completed in midair.

The sound of slapping was like the water of a waterfall, falling from a height of a thousand meters, and ruthlessly bombarding the boulders in the river, making a loud bang.

That kind of momentum was extremely frightening, if he was punched or slapped, he would probably vomit blood and be seriously injured internally and externally.

"Den!"

The low impact sound sounded again.

After matching forty or fifty palms, the two figures, Third Master Lan and Wang Yuan, each stepped back, stepping slowly at the same time, their eyes deeply wary of each other.

The previous quick palm-to-hand exchange consumed [-]% to [-]% of the internal strength of the two of them in one breath.

The Black Wolf Fist consumes even more internal strength, but Bahuang Mianzhang is able to catch the impact of such a fierce fist, but Wang Yuan's internal strength is consumed to a degree compared to Lan San's. Grandpa only a little more.

"call!"

After gaining momentum for a short time, Third Master Lan's figure rushed towards Wang Yuan again like an arrow leaving the string.

The surface skin of the fist in his hand has changed from dark gray to light black.

Obviously, the internal strength gathered by the fist is much stronger than before.

"Hei Lang Sha!"

Roaring at the same time, at this time, the third master Lan, running on the way, suddenly stepped on the ground, his figure jumped up, his face was ferocious, like a hungry wolf going down the mountain, his right fist turned into a black shadow, and fiercely pointed at Wang Yuan His head was punched condescendingly.

(End of this chapter)