Super black turtle clone

() One of these two people is no stranger to him, it is the Iron Sand Palm Wang Yun who used to fight with him before.

However, at this moment, he didn't pay special attention to Wang Yun. He just glanced at him, and then focused his attention on the old man next to Wang Yun who looked to be around 50 or [-] years old.

"Master, this old man is definitely a master!"

Looking at the old man, relying on his instinctive induction, Zhuo Yun thought to himself.

When Zhuo Yun found Wang Yun and Wang Yun, Wang Yun also saw him, and strong jealousy and unwillingness emerged in his heart.

As Lei Tian's former bodyguard, he was naturally present when Lei Tian investigated Zhuo Yun, knowing that Zhuo Yun was just a poor ghost.

Now that Zhuo Yun owns a Lamborghini sports car, in Wang Yun's opinion, Lei Tian must have given all of this, which made him very jealous and unwilling.

"Hmph, isn't it just that kung fu is better than mine? How can you get so many benefits? Today I will let you taste the feeling of lying on the ground." Wang Yun, who was slightly twisted in his heart, shouted in jealousy and unwillingness.

Pushing open the car door, Zhuo Yun stepped out, locked the sports car, and stepped in front of Wang Yun and the two. He could feel that Wang Yun and the two came for him.

"Iron Sand Palm Wang Yun, I haven't seen you for a long time, it looks like your injury has healed." Zhuo Yun glanced at Wang Yun, Zhuo Yun said indifferently.

Wang Yun, who was expressionless, had a flash of shame and anger on his face, and said in a cold voice: "Thanks to you, I stayed in the hospital for half a month, and I will never forget your great kindness. "

"Stop talking nonsense and get straight to the point." Frowning, Zhuo Yun said impatiently.

Just now he felt that Wang Yun and the two of them were not kind, so he didn't need to give them face.

"Okay, since you said that, then I'll get straight to the point. This time, my uncle and I have only one purpose, and that is to discuss martial arts with you."

"It's ridiculous to learn martial arts. I think they came here to seek revenge." With a sneer, Zhuo Yun directly pointed out Wang Yun's little thought.

A hint of anger emerged, Wang Yun snorted and said: "You can also take it as looking for a place to take revenge, I don't know if you dare, of course, if you don't dare, you can just admit defeat."

Hearing Wang Yun's clumsy provocative method, Zhuo Yun smiled disdainfully. He is just in a bottleneck state and needs someone to practice and comprehend. Now someone comes to his door, especially if the other party is still a master, he will naturally not refuse.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. If you want revenge, come with me." Glancing at the silent old man, Zhuo Yun walked towards the abandoned basketball court behind the community.

This used to be the place where the men of the community played basketball, but now the basketball hoops and everything else has been damaged, so no one will come here again if they are not repaired, so it can be used as a venue for competitions.

Standing on the basketball court, Zhuo Yun looked at the silent old man with a serious expression. He could feel that this old man was definitely the strongest enemy he had encountered.

"Ironsmith Dong Wuya!"

"Xingyiquan Zhuoyun!"

Even though he didn't like this way of introduction, Zhuo Yun still cupped his hands, secretly wondering how he practiced with Dong Wuya.

It stands to reason that this Dong Wuya is Wang Yun's uncle, and he should also practice iron sand palm, but when he signed up, he claimed to be an iron hand, which made him secretly vigilant.

"Junior, I advise you to take the initiative to admit defeat, otherwise, once you are hit by my iron hand, you will definitely be killed or injured." Dong Wuya's arms drooped naturally, and he said with a confident and indifferent expression, as if he was telling a fact .

Hearing Dong Wuya's words, Wang Yun outside the basketball court was secretly anxious, for fear that Zhuo Yun would be really frightened. Once he admits defeat, his desire to see Zhuo Yun being knocked to the ground will be shattered.

Shaking his head, Zhuo Yun smiled lightly and said, "Thank you, Senior Dong, for your kindness, please make a move."

"Hey, that's great, now there's a good show to watch."

Wang Yun was originally worried, but finally he was relieved, and looked at Zhuo Yun in the field gloatingly, he had absolute confidence in Master Dong Wuya.

"Since you don't listen to the persuasion, then you can't blame the old man." Dong Wuya's expression remained unchanged, he nodded and raised his hands slightly, an invisible energy swam over his palms.

"Sure enough." Sensing the change in the opponent's hands, Zhuo Yun's expression changed slightly, and he resolutely circulated the vitality in his body, and performed the starting gesture of Xingyiquan.

"Huh!" A gust of wind blew by, and the two people who stood facing each other in a stalemate stepped forward to attack at the same time.

"Bang bang bang!"

Punches and palms collided between the two of them, each collision produced a dull impact sound, and there was a burst of turbulent air waves.

"It's amazing, this kid can withstand the attack of the uncle." Wang Yun, who was outside the basketball court, was secretly shocked. Although he knew that Zhuo Yun was stronger than him, he didn't expect that he was so much stronger than him. If he was facing Dong Wuya, he would definitely not be able to withstand so many head-on blows.

"Haha, happy!"

After head-to-head collisions, Zhuo Yun couldn't help laughing. Under the urging of the vitality in his body, every collision made him feel that the vitality in his body was more active, and his control over the vitality was gradually increasing.

Zhuo Yun fought more and more courageously, while the vitality in his body surged, the strength of his fists became stronger and stronger.

Compared to him, Dong Wuya seemed a bit depressed. At the beginning, he could accept the strength of Zhuo Yun's fist, but as time went by, the terrifying power made it hard for him to resist.

"How is it possible, uncle Shi fell into a disadvantage." Wang Yun, who was watching, exclaimed in disbelief.

Just when Wang Yun exclaimed, Dong Wuya's palms were also undergoing changes. The originally white and slender palms began to glow with a strange fiery red.

"Bang bang bang!"

Zhuo Yun, who was in the midst of the battle, immediately rushed to see a scorching heat imprinted on his fists through Dong Wuya's palms. At first, the heat was not too high, but later it became more and more intense. The blazing heat even turned into a trace of fire poison trying to invade his body.

With an impact, Zhuo Yun stepped back quickly, circulating the vitality in his body to remove the fire poison that had invaded his body, and looked solemnly at Dong Wuya's palms that had turned crimson.

"Haha, Uncle Master has finally shown his real kung fu. Now it's up to you how to resist." Wang Yun smiled confidently, and looked at Zhuo Yun playfully, ready to see how he would be severely injured in embarrassment.

"Hoohoo!"

Dong Wuya waved his hands, and a wave of heat emerged with the wave of his palms. Although he did not reach the level of turning into flames, he could still see the visual distortion caused by the high temperature of his air.