Urban Perspective Little Doctor

The audience was in an uproar, because today Huimeng turned out to be Shilin's first cannon, and it was the first to fire at Chen Ying.

Shouldn't the scripts of the Central Plains hegemony be aimed at Tang Zhenghua? Five of the six provinces in the Central Plains declared that they respected Pang Feng, but Tang Zhenghua had an ambiguous attitude.

In this case, shouldn't it be Tang Zhenghua who is criticized?

But now, as soon as the Alliance began, the script was messed up, and Shi Lin pointed the finger at Chen Ying...

Everyone knows that today's Union League is not so simple. The five words "Doctor Pang Zhongyuan" can't help these big guys!

Chen Ying's complexion became extremely ugly, his eyes fixed on Shi Lin, the only thing he could rely on was Doctor Pang, and Dr. Pang was not a bullshit. Shi Lin fired a cannon at him, this was to slap him in the face!

Shi Lin had three swords on both sides, Liu Shensheng smiled and hid the sword, Tang Zhenghua stabbed it in the back, can Chen Ying withstand these three swords?

If he can't resist it, will Huang Yongchun and Ma Zhong, the blind Huang, still stand under the banner of "Doctor Pang"?

"Okay! I'll come here for a while this Indian Ah San!" Pi Da's figure flashed, and he stepped onto the ring.

His appearance showed extremely deep internal strength. He slammed his foot fiercely on the ring, leaving a very clear footprint on the ring. This is the powerful strength that the master of internal strength possesses.

"Haha! You...no! You are not my opponent!" The black-skinned boy Xiao Asan stepped onto the ring and waved his hand at Pi with a look of contempt.

Look at this black-skinned middle-aged man, his appearance is not good, like a flea, a few ups and downs to Pi Da's side.

It can be seen that his kung fu is very weird and his body is strangely distorted. When Pi Da sees this scene, he can't help but chuckle: "Ancient Yoga?"

Pi Da knows the power of Indian yoga, because the black boxing arena in South Chuan has invited black boxers who know ancient yoga.

But the black-skinned boy in front of him was many times stronger than those black boxers. Not only did he practice very abnormally, but his strength was not lost to his internal strength.

"My name is Dijang, please, I will destroy you within ten moves!"

Pi raised his brows and said coldly: "It's a big tone, then I'll weigh your weight!"

After Pi Da finished speaking, he smashed a fist fiercely. He didn't dare to be careless in the face of the unknown master. His punch was almost ruthless. It was the classic ultimate move of Liuhe Quan, and his fist instantly slammed in front of Dejang.

Di let his figure twist slightly, and dodge Pi Da's punch in an extremely weird posture, and then his fist instantly counterattacked the huge gate with an incredible angle.

Looking at his kung fu, it's just the word "weird". All his moves are different from Huaxia's martial arts. His body can change incredible. His head seems to grow under his feet, and his legs seem to grow on his neck.

The most tightly guarded area of ​​Huaxia Kungfu has become a flaw in his eyes.

When this cold fist hit, Pi Da could only turn over, and the other party smashed into the air with a punch, but his arm was usually wrapped around Pi Da's arm.

Pi's big fist swept away, and Dejean's fist happened to come over.

"Boom!" With a sound, both fists made a hard bump in the air, and Pi Da's face changed drastically, because he felt like he had hit a mass of mud.

There seemed to be a huge sticky force on Dejean's fist, and his big skin couldn't get out of him for a while.

Dee turned his body upside down, and a cold foot hit his big belly.

Pi Da only felt that a cannonball exploded in his stomach, and even a man of iron could not help screaming: "Ah..."

"puff!"

The blood spit out from his mouth was more than ten feet high, and the whole person flew out and flew straight out of the ring.

Behind Chen Ying, Pi San jumped out, caught each body, and stepped back constantly, retreating to Chen Ying's side to barely stabilize his figure.

The audience is silent!

Everyone was stunned by the situation in front of them!

What's happening here? Chu Nan's top master Pi Da was beaten maimed by an Indian young man in two rounds? Oh my god, can't help a master with perfect inner strength fight so much?

Chen Ying's face was particularly ugly. His hands couldn't help shaking. Pi Da was his trump card. He couldn't hold on for two rounds. Where did Shi Lin find such a pervert?

Dee made a big laugh. He stretched out a little finger and pointed in the direction of the skin, and then stood coldly on the ring, speaking in blunt Chinese:

"Who else?"

"I come!"

Behind Jinxi Huang Yongchun, Cui Jinshi made a mantis leaping, and his whole figure flew into the ring like a leaping mantis.

Di Rang laughed and said, "Cui Jinshi, the mantis master, okay! I Di Rang is the master, come on!"

After Dejean finished speaking, he twisted his stature strangely, and the man wriggled like a disgusting earthworm. His two fists and two legs attacked Cui Jinshi in a strange way.

Cui Jinshi tapped his toes lightly, and his figure rose into the air, his hands exchanged rapidly in the shape of scissors.

His hand gently touched Dijang's hand, and the moment he touched it, he quickly moved away.

The two rushed forward and the other backed, and Cui Jinshi turned out to be the backing party.

Nuo Da's ring, after a lap, Cui Jinshi's mantis boxing did not have a chance to fight back!

At this time, almost everyone on Dashengzhai stood up, watching this scene inconceivably, Zhao Zidan said solemnly: "Old Tan, what's the matter?"

The old man surnamed Tan said: "The world martial arts, no strength is not broken, only fast is not broken! That's why the mystery of ancient yoga is here! This person called Dirang is definitely not the idle generation, but also belongs to the master-level powerhouse in India! Cui Jinshi is finished."

Zhao Zidan's expression changed suddenly, and he said, "That said, you can't beat this person, Tan Lao?"

"Huh! Although this person is a strong master of ancient yoga, but when I meet me, I kill him like a chicken! He is faster than me, faster than my dripping sword?"

When the old man surnamed Tan speaks here, the situation on the court has become more severe.

It's already the third lap, and Cui Jinshi still can't find a chance to counterattack. Not only is Dirang's tricks extremely strange, but his fists and feet are shot almost at the same time. The sky is full of his fists and legs, and there is no gap in between. Such an offense is terrible.

Outsiders saw only a distorted space, and a powerful wave of air was set off. In winter, this wave of air turned into a biting cold wind blowing in all directions with the ring as the center, making people cold and shuddering. .

"My God! Is this the Grand Master? This is simply not a human, right?" Mu Shiwei said in the crowd, his voice trembling.

Looking at Chen Ping, whose cowhide was blowing loudly before, his eyes were fixed on the ring, his growing mouth seemed to flow out of his mouth.

He had never dreamed of such martial arts before. As a member of the so-called national martial arts team like him, in front of such martial arts, others could crush him to death with a finger...