Kung Fu Soldier King

"The man in white is the ninth master. I've heard that he can do everything. If so."

"The ninth master is so young. I thought the people who called him were sixty or seventy years old."

"It is said that the ninth master dares to be positive with Yuan Shaowen. He is really a character. These children are not worth mentioning."

"It's hard to say. I've seen the young man in the water in sports reports. He's a master of holding his breath."

There were many voices around, but the two people who were holding their breath turned a deaf ear and seemed to be listening to each other's voice.

After a while, Lin Junxi's face began to become dark purple. He had reached the limit. He felt that if he held it down again, he would lose his life here.

He thought, Xiao Yan should have got up, but he didn't hear a voice.

Maybe he woke up two minutes later, but there was no sound, just to make himself stupid and suffocate.

When he hesitated, his ability to hold his breath began to decline. Finally, his milk began to bubble in the spray, and then he suddenly drilled out of the milk basin.

As soon as he came out, he saw Cao Yin's iron blue face. He secretly shouted bad.

Looking around, it was really bad. Xiao Yan still stuck in the milk basin motionless, as if he had died.

God, Lu, it's the first time I met someone who held his breath more than me. What's the origin of Xiao Laojiu.

Not only that, time is still passing, and Xiao Yan, who is stuck in the basin, still hasn't come out.

Ten minutes later, Chen Baoru was a little scared. She came forward to shoot Xiao Yan and said, "Lao Jiu, we won."

Lin Junxi stared at Xiao Yan. He was very western. Xiao Yan had died in the milk basin.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed.

Xiao Yan raised his head and reached for the towel to dry his face. Then he walked to the water basin next to him, washed his face with water, and finally dried it.

He said, "it's so comfortable. No wonder you use this to soak your face every day. Baoru, do you want to try? Beauty."

Everyone was in despair. After holding it for so long, they were comfortable, not uncomfortable.

Lin Junxi didn't want to say a word and couldn't say it.

"I lost this game. Here's 10 million." Cao Yin filled in a check and handed it directly to Xiao Yan.

Lao Jiu naturally won't reach for it. Chen Baoru took it. The latter said happily, "Lao Jiu, you're great. If we often take you out to play, we won't worry about food and drink."

Cao Yin's face was even more ugly. He wanted to refute, but he found that he couldn't find any words at all.

Finally, he could only look at Chen Bin, who was warming up. The latter slowly finished his work, exhaled, raised his eyebrows and nodded at Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan drew a stool from the side and sat opposite Chen Bin. They were on top of each other's knees and couldn't move. Only their upper bodies were full of strength.

Chen Bin slowly stretched out an arm and stood up. Xiao Yan also raised an arm and crossed with him.

"Once we start, life and death, wealth and honor are in heaven. Rowing Leba Zi is the most cruel way of martial arts competition. If we choose this, we will pay for it." Chen Bin said viciously, squinting his eyes.

Xiao Yan nodded and said, "they are all foxes for thousands of years. You don't have to play Liaozhai with me. I don't complain about killing them today. I have to go to dinner after fighting. Let's start."

The last sentence angered Chen Bin. He put his left hand against Xiao Yan's arm and his right hand into a knife, cutting at Xiao Yan's neck.

Xiao Yan suddenly lowered his head and shrunk his neck. He covered the gap on his neck. At the same time, he held a shovel in his left hand and inserted it between Chen Bin's chest and ribs.

He jerked his elbow back to hold it, and his other hand retracted and inserted it into Xiao Yan's throat.

Xiao Yan's right hand, the green dragon's claw, tricked his wrist, twisted it hard, and tried to pull him aside.

Who knows, Chen Bin suddenly changed his claw into a fist. With a sudden shock, he shook away Xiao Yan's bondage, and then slapped it on Xiao Yan's neck.

This half clenched fist and shook hands at close range is the strength of Wing Chun boxing. Xiao Yan didn't dare to neglect. He suddenly moved forward and gave him a shoulder, just patting with that inch of strength.

The two collided, only to hear the sound of bang. Then Xiao Yan took back his shoulder, and Chen Bin also took back his fist.

They know exactly who took advantage. But before it was time to decide the outcome, Chen Bin raised his hand and rubbed with Xiao Yan.

Wing Chun's sticky hands are troublesome and short. This Chen Bin also learned to miss the hand, and from time to time rushed into a move. He is really a master.

His moves are exquisite, but there is still a slight deficiency, that is, his Qi is not thick enough.

Since Xiao Yan practiced the nine heaven mysterious fire formula, he has deep Qi and pure internal strength, which is not compared with ordinary people at all.

Although Yongchun also practiced Qi, his mental method was not sophisticated enough, and he practiced both inside and outside. He did not deliberately pay attention to Qi.

This is where Chen Bin is a little inferior to Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan seizes this opportunity to develop his strengths and avoid his weaknesses. Every time he makes a move, he is aggressive.

They rubbed their hands and hit each other. The tables and chairs around them kept moving. They burst when they were swept by Xiao Yan's palm wind.

Chen Bin's face was dignified and did not dare to slack off. He was calm and used what he had learned all his life smoothly.

The most powerful thing about Xiao Yan is that he stole his teacher before the battle. He fought with the flying crane fist master several times. He not only learned other people's heart piercing palm, but also realized the core trembling strength.

However, Yongchun was so abstruse that Xiao Yan couldn't see through it for a while.

And he felt that the sticky hand hit faster and faster, and the faster it changed.

His hand from the beginning of the initiative to the end became moving with Chen Bin. The two sides stick to each other and push each other to resist. They are dazzled and confused, as if they were shaking hands in a child's fight, but there are traces to follow.

The more he practiced, the more satisfied Chen Bin's face became. Xiao Yan gradually found something wrong. He suddenly shook his arms with the eight pole method.

Chen Bin's hands were opened by him. After taking off her sticky hands, Xiao yanhi said, and her fists collapsed against Chen Bin's chest.

The latter suddenly shook his body and moved Xiao Yan's fists to the side, and at the same time, his fists rushed to Xiao Yan's shoulder one after another.

It's a hand!

Chen Bin used sticky hands as a disguise. Unexpectedly, he rubbed all the strength of his hands out. He carried Xiao Yan's fists, but he relieved most of his strength with the strength of his hand.

Taking advantage of Xiao Yan's lack of power to fight back, he came back with both fists. Xiao Yan secretly shouted bad, but it was too late.

One of those fists hit Xiao Yan's left shoulder, and the other hit his chest. If you hit him, you must fly out, then you will lose this game.

But Xiao Laojiu was no one. His kung fu had already reached the end of the heaven stage. At that moment, the force he hit was taken back by a shock.

He leaned to his side with the punch on his left shoulder, shrugged and raised his right shoulder. The iron mountain in the eight pole fist leaned and sat down to make it come out.

Hearing the sound of bang, Chen Bin seemed to be hit by a shell. He flew out of the stool and knocked over a table behind him.

"Impossible, impossible, impossible..." Chen Bing was seriously injured, but full of nonsense.

He didn't believe that the strength of a man's fight could not be recovered. This is not unimaginable, but contrary to the common sense of martial arts practitioners.

The reason why he had such an idea was that his level with Xiao Yan was just one level worse. If he got to Xiao Yan's level, he might have realized it.