Kung Fu Soldier King

Eagle Claw skill, Eagle Claw turning fist! It belongs to a kind of hieroglyphic boxing. When Xiao Yan learned Xingyi boxing, he imitated almost a dozen kinds of animals.

This is his move. Because the eagle claw skill is fierce and cunning, he took the lead in learning this move. The miso was buttoned on Chen Yan's shoulder, and the latter trembled violently.

Iron fist, with iron rings on his arms when practicing, has long been an iron bar when he practices it to the point of Chen Yan.

As soon as Xiao Yan buttoned it up, he could not find the pulse gate, not even the flesh. He could only take advantage of the situation and button half of Chen Yan's sleeve down.

But Chen Yan's shock force also shook him back.

They didn't see how they did it. They only saw Xiao Yan take a step forward and then back.

Just a sleeve in my hand!

In fact, insiders can see the doorway. Xiao Yan's temptation was futile. Although he grabbed half of others' sleeves, he was shocked and a little unstable.

But it seemed to others that he rushed forward and pulled Chen Yan's sleeve down. It was really a good skill.

"Good!" Zhang Manli took the lead in cheering, and the people behind followed suit.

Chen Yan looks ugly. He guesses that Xiao Yan is irritating him, but his anger can't be suppressed.

His hot temper was the biggest trouble. When he ranked with Lin Jiawang, he was angered and finally made a fatal mistake.

Xiao Laojiu knew the way of martial arts competition and wanted to annoy him even if he deliberately suffered a loss. He didn't know whether he had no confidence or was deliberately teasing him.

In short, he knew that he had to make a quick decision and could not be led by Xiao Yan any longer.

As soon as he squeezed his fists, he was ready to jump on it.

Xiao Yan suddenly raised his hand and said, "I was a little impulsive just now. Since we want to compete, we should have a word in advance. If I win, will land No. 7 belong to us?"

"Of course, but if you lose, land No. 7 will belong to me. Do you have any questions?" Chen Dabao said quickly, worried that Xiao Yan played a moth.

Xiao Yan nodded, took out two cheques from his arms and said, "this is what Cao Yin lost to me today. Since we want to compete, we'll win a prize. It's also interesting."

Chen Dabao was stunned. After testing, he had to bet. Xiao Laojiu won't be sure of winning, will he?

He turned his head and couldn't help looking at Chen Yan, who was almost blown up. His lips trembled, pointed to Xiao Yan and shouted, "shameless child, today either you die or I die."

Being teased like this, Chen Yan didn't have much self-restraint. Now he's completely thrown away.

Seeing that Chen Yan was so angry, Chen Baoru didn't hesitate to write 20 million.

Even if you don't believe Chen Yan's strength, you should give face, not to mention Chen Yan's ability, which is well known in the southeast.

Xiao Laojiu, no matter how powerful he is, his life is short. Even if he began to practice from his mother's womb, he can't catch up with Chen Yan's cultivation.

Hearing this, Miao Hong was angry, rushed out and shouted, "shit, you old bastard, you're addicted to scolding, aren't you? I'll take care of you first."

He insisted that his kung fu was hard, made several progress, and a gun fist hit Chen Yan's chest.

The latter clenched his fist and lifted his elbow with his left hand. Miao Hong's heavy fist was suddenly knocked off. His whole center of gravity suddenly flew out, and the man also stepped back and fell down.

Chen Yan's other fist has been pounded up. Xiao Yan is far away. It's too late to save him. He can only see Miao Hong flying out with one fist.

There is too much difference between them. Miao Hong can't shake Chen Yan even if he practices Mingjin to the extreme.

The latter shot him out with one move.

Xiao Yan scolded him for being confused. He took a quick step towards the oblique edge, put his palm behind Miao Hong's back heart, and while facing his back legs, he instilled his strength into the ground under his feet with the strength of Xingyi gate.

The floor tiles of the office suddenly cracked one by one, and the frightened people screamed continuously.

After several steps back, he put Miao Hong on the ground. Xiao Yan lifted up his clothes with a dark fist print on it.

Chen Yan can practice his fist to this point.

Miao Hong opened his mouth and vomited several pieces of blood. His face was pale and angry. He hurt his internal organs.

Xiao Yan fed him several pills for internal injury, and then pricked his Tanzhong point and Tianchi point with a needle to temporarily protect his heart pulse.

"Send him back to the plum garden and ask Baili Xuehan for treatment." the internal injury should be Baili naturally, and the trauma should find Leng Qingge.

After the people of Xingyi gate carried Miao Hong away, Xiao Yan stood up. He looked at Chen Yan gloomily. "He's just a disciple. Why do you do this?"

"The wheel is the most taboo in the martial arts competition. Do you want the disciple to test me, or do you want the disciple to vent my anger?" Chen Yan sneered and didn't care at all.

Xiao Yan shook her head and sighed in her heart. It's out of master's style to argue with such people.

At the beginning, tie xianlang kicked at Xingyi gate. At that time, he could abolish him, but now he's the black hand.

"Don't talk nonsense. See the real chapter under your hand!" Xiao Yan walked slowly towards Chen Yan. He didn't take a step at his feet. It seemed that he was walking leisurely.

But Chen Yan's face was dignified. He drank a low voice and stepped forward. One meter away from Xiao Yan, he turned his hand and put out the double shape of tiger and crane. Then the crane fist moved forward and poked into Xiao Yan's throat.

Xiao Yan clapped the back of his hand, made progress, followed up with a broken fist, and blasted off according to Chen Yan's chest.

Chen Yan took his time and suddenly dropped the tiger fist of the other hand, turning Xiao Yan's momentum of collapse into downward.

Xiao Yan stamped his front foot, held his center of gravity on the spot, punched back with both hands, and hit Chen Yan's chest.

Chen Yanhu and he suddenly closed their fists, lifted their elbows up and down, and shook Xiao Yan's fists open all at once.

This is an iron fist. The shaking force on his arm is very strong. Xiao Yan's fist can't enter his empty door at all.

After shaking Xiao Yan away with his fists, he turned sideways and pounded Xiao Yan's chest with his elbow.

Although he practiced Hongquan, he was not only familiar with long boxing, but also knew close combat like the back of his hand.

Xiao Yan slapped his elbow and pressed it down. As Chen Yan dropped his palm, Xiao Yan threw out the other shoulder and wanted to pat Chen Yan's shoulder.

But when Chen Yan lifted his shoulder, he had already collided with Xiao Yan's shoulder. Both of them were colleagues. They hummed stiffly. One of them was facing forward and the other was facing back. They worked hard again.

Sure enough, they are all experts. There are few complete floor tiles on the ground just now.

Everyone around hid in the corner, nervously watching the fight for fear of being affected. But I feel wonderful and don't want to miss any detail.

Chen Yan looked at Xiao Yan in horror. He was young. He was not inferior to him in terms of speed and reaction, internal strength and control of strength.

No wonder Mo Yongshen would have lost so badly. If he hadn't watched the game last time, he would have had a lot of care about him. I'm afraid he would have suffered a lot.

"Wait!" Xiao Yan suddenly roared and took a step forward, followed by an eight pole avalanche.

Everyone around felt that the whole house shook violently. Many timid people had turned pale and knew that Xiao Yan had hit hard.

Chen Yan's face was frozen and he didn't dare to connect. As soon as the iron fist came out, it was firmly attached to Xiao Yan's wrist. It shook violently. At the same time, his feet kept retreating, and he shouted, "go!"

Xiao Yan's eight pole collapse force was stacked like a wave and hit Chen Yan heavily.

The latter also took every step back, shook his shoulders and roared one by one.

Both of them were struggling with their own unique skills. At this time, whether it was Xiao Yan's step or Chen Yan's step back, they cracked the floor.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Yan has arrived at the window.