Kung Fu Soldier King

Just after they entered the golden world club, a luxury car also stopped at the door. As soon as the door opened, Cao Yin walked down with an evil woman in her arms.

The woman whined and said, "this club needs a senior membership card to sing on the sixth floor. If you don't have a card, I won't play with you."

He was a young model at the banquet, but he was also a master who didn't see rabbits and spread eagles. Cao Yin promised to bring her to the golden world. She was happy to follow.

"Don't worry, the boss here is my friend." Cao Yin said and walked to the door. The man at the door immediately stopped him.

Cao Yin showed his sullen face and put his face down in front of beautiful women. However, after self-cultivation saved the security guard, Cao Yin still took out his membership card.

As soon as you see the advanced membership card, you can rest assured immediately. In fact, you are welcome.

When you get to the stairs, you have to go up to the sixth floor and swipe your card again.

However, Cao Yin and his female companion looked really in the back. Xiao Yan in front not only didn't brush, but also was respectfully welcomed into the VIP elevator by several people.

Cao Yin said angrily, "why doesn't he have to swipe his card, and we need it?"

"Oh, that's the ninth master, the new boss of Dongjiang city. If you want to have his ability, you don't have to swipe your card." Cao Yin's female companion said in an envious voice.

"Go to hell!" cultivation can no longer save Cao Yin. As soon as he raised his leg, he kicked the beauty directly to the ground, and even mended his feet without relieving his anger.

A group of security guards ran towards this side. He had taken out his mobile phone and dialed a number. When the security guard came, he handed over the phone.

Then, several security guards respectfully invited him into the elevator and waited. As for the young model who kept shouting, he was pulled to the work area. As for what kind of treatment he encountered in it, it is unknown.

Cao Yin took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands clean. Looking up, the elevator Xiao Yangang had just taken stopped on the fifth floor.

"Boxing? It's interesting!" when the elevator came down, he quickly walked in. But in the elevator, he hesitated and pressed the button on the sixth floor.

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In the fifth floor boxing ring, boxing matches are continuing, and private black boxing is still playing, but there is no blatant opening.

There are no fixed openings, but there are more flowing openings. After Xiao Yan went in, someone even came up to ask whether to bet.

Murong Xiaoxiao was very excited to chat up. He took hundreds of thousands of cards from the nearby machine and soon threw them all in, but most of them lost more and won less, and almost lost all in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Yan is quite bored. The people on the stage either have poor boxing or fake boxing. There are some good bones and muscles, the shelf is very good, and they are almost destroyed.

This kind of black fist is better to fight less. It doesn't need any protective equipment, doesn't pay attention to internal breathing, and only focuses on horizontal practice and hard resistance. Just like Ye Xiaojun, if it continues to develop, even if it is not hemiplegia, it will be full of problems in the future.

"Who else?" just looking hard, a tall foreign man in the left corner hit each other with his fists and roared, "you yellow people are seedless and counsellor. You are worthy of being the sick man of East Asia."

His Chinese language is very stiff. When he speaks it, it makes people listen very harsh. Many people in the arena shouted one after another, and some began to throw things at the challenge arena.

The man kept roaring at the audience, sending out bursts of violent animal roars, and the roarers were scared back one after another.

It's another foreign boxer injected with stimulants. Xiao Yan noticed just now that he has won several games in a row. He has some real skills under his hands. He should have come down from the regular boxing field.

Xiao Yan didn't even have the mind to fight against such people's provocation.

If Russia's most ferocious Hercules stood on the stage and said that China was a fart, Xiao Yan would trample him under his feet and even humiliate him even if he fought his life.

However, for such unknown little boxers, no matter how much they shout, they can only be regarded as clowns, and can not arouse his fighting intention of Xiao Laojiu.

He didn't want to fight, but someone couldn't stand it.

Pa

Only heard a clear sound, a makeup bottle hit the tall and burly foreign boxer, and then Murong Xiaoxiao's cadence sounded.

"We Chinese are not the sick man of East Asia. Please take back what you just said, or you will look good."

The people around turned around and saw that the speaker was a beautiful woman who even looked like a star. Other girls have such great courage, which is commendable.

A group of people immediately began to clap, and there were many cheers and some boos.

"Roar..." the boxer with stimulant attack is now full of blood red eyes. The explosive muscles on the whole body begin to bulge more and more, and the green tendons on it also burst out.

Murong Xiaoxiao was a little afraid and walked back slowly. The boxer suddenly raised his foot and kicked the makeup bottle that hadn't been knocked down directly at Murong Xiaoxiao.

The boxer's strength was great, and the cosmetic bottle was fierce, which scared Murong Xiaoxiao out in surprise.

However, when the cosmetic bottle became bigger and bigger in Murong Xiaoxiao's eyes, a hand suddenly stretched out next to it and grabbed the cosmetic bottle tightly.

The crowd cried out in surprise. This man is really great. He just went into the white blade with empty hands. The cosmetic bottle flew so fast that he was afraid to look at it.

Xiao Yan threw away the cosmetic bottle, turned to Murong Xiaoxiao and said, "are you okay?"

The latter instinctively shook his head, and gradually a light came out of his eyes. When it comes to the most critical time, it always makes women worship.

"I'll go back if I have nothing to do. I'm crazy enough today." Xiao Yan said faintly, pulling Murong Xiaoxiao to turn around and leave.

But Murong Xiaoxiao grabbed him and said happily, "I almost forgot that your Kung Fu is so high. Go up and teach him a lesson and beat him down."

"Come on, you yellow monkey, believe it or not, I'll beat you flat with one punch, ha ha..." the foreign boxers on the stage also looked up and laughed wildly.

Xiao Yan shook her head. He was really not interested. A arrogant boxer and a lively employer, he felt that it was a mistake to come out today.

Murong Xiaoxiao saw that he didn't want to, so he pulled down his face on the spot, turned his back and said unhappily, "if you don't fight him, I won't go back today."

"OK, aunt!" Xiao Yan had no choice but to take off his coat and throw it to her.

She immediately burst into a smile, as if she had just pulled down her face and just performed for a specific plot

Xiao Yan didn't like her character very much and thought it was too painful. Now I just want to hurry up.

While talking, he had turned himself into the challenge arena and his skill was light, which immediately aroused a cheering sound.

"Kang Mo ang, babe!" the boxer shouted and waved to Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan didn't take the initiative. He was too lazy to take the lead against such people. The boxer couldn't wait. He roared and rushed frantically towards Xiao Yan.

He was like a bull, kicking hard on the ground, and then hit hard with a straight fist, shining on Xiao Yan's face.

The speed and weight of this punch were even greater than Xiao Yan expected. It seems that stimulants have played a role.

"It's interesting, so I'll play with you!" Xiao Yan took a wrong step to dodge the heavy fist, his body was slightly sideways, and a slap on his right hand had been thrown up.