Chapter 1629 Take you to school 3

Two cleaners were busy cleaning the floor. Xiang Yufeng's tricky legs from the steel tiger and his explosive power were determined to be broken and the chances of survival were not high. Xiang Yufeng also roughly understood the background of the steel tiger. After high-intensity targeted training, the Northern School Tan Le can indeed kill people in every move.

The strength on these legs is good.

Xiang Yufeng, who was like an outsider, brought a smile. Zhan Mei, who was eating bayberry next to her, stared at this charming smiling face and frowned slightly. The bloodthirsty coldness on Xiang Yufeng's face made her feel a little uncomfortable. The old leader of Yang smiled but said nothing, waved his hand gently at Hu San, and the game continued.

Chen Heigou won three hundred times by the old leader Yang. In the second game, he was proud of his bet totaling six million, which doubled. This strong and arrogant style stimulated the Qing Gang people, and cursed the crowd, and the gorgeous hall was filled with strong gunpowder. It was not until the old leader Yang was impatient and tapped the coffee table a few times, and the curses gradually subsided. The six million bills were stacked together, which was dazzling. This game that was destined to be known but would become a rumor in the underworld gradually reached its climax.

The second boxer selected by the Qing Gang jumped onto the ring, probably because he witnessed the fierceness of the steel tiger and was afraid of the other party's iron legs. After taking the stage, he stepped carefully and lowered his momentum. He shook his head and smiled at Yufeng, picked up the apple, peeled it carefully, and did not look at the ring. He had to be proud of his pretentiousness and play deeply, and whoever wins and loses. He knew that the momentum declined without fighting was a big taboo for professional boxers and a harbinger of failure.

Those who use their legs are good at attacking, and this is the case with the steel tiger. He has the power of victory and takes the initiative to attack. His legs are changeable and fierce. It is a typical way of suppressing his opponent with speed and strength. Many professional black boxing strong men are keen on this.

The table on the ring sounded "dongdong" and the steel tiger jumped and kicked out one after another. The route was strange and lightning was getting faster and lightning. Most of the people present were outsiders who did not understand kung fu. They practiced boxing skills to the level of perfection. How powerful it was to stomp their feet and shake Kyushu? They had never seen it before. Instead, the steel tiger's two iron legs flying up and down stimulated their visual nerves.

A loud roar shook the audience. The table was shaking violently. The energetic steel tiger stood up and flipped in the air. The right leg, which was holding its strength, drew a majestic arc and slashed down with the force of Mount Tai. The exhausted boxer wanted to retreat again. The rubber rope at the edge of the ring had already strangled his back. He gritted his teeth and raised his arms to block it. After that, a huge force surged, click! Two trembling crossed in the air, covered with sweat. The weak arm broke and then dislocated. The steel tiger slashed the straight iron leg without any stagnation. It continued to vent its destructive power, smashed the man with a big waist and round waist and fell to the ground. Then, the left foot was as the axis, twisted his body neatly, swept out his right leg, played a beautiful sweeping leg, slashed it in the air and kicked it in one go. The bloody and domineering moves brought people a pleasing visual impact.

The steel tiger's iron legs swept the neck of the boxer's boxer. His strong body, which was 1.8 meters tall and weighed 85 kilograms, flew out of the ring and fell on the floor five meters away. His head drooped and motionless, obviously ruining his life. The whole audience fell into silence. A few seconds later, roars broke out in the boxing ring.

Although Zhan Mei did not shout like that, her breathing was slightly heavy, with a beautiful and demonic face tense, and she rubbed her hands uncomfortably. The overbearing of the steel tiger cheating in the air and the bloody legs sweeping her legs after landing touched her inner weakness. No matter how vicious and sinister the big beauty was, she was a female who had never killed anyone with her own hands. The naked cruelty of the underground black fist made her unbearable for a while.

Xiang Yufeng just peeled the apple, and the second game ended. The steel tiger with strong legs was very strong. As long as he didn't meet a perverted master or a monster that was not born, he would be able to run rampant in the ring of the domestic black market boxing competition for several years. However, this guy's luck was almost there. The god beside Yang Huainian had not moved yet. Xiang Yufeng raised his legs and chewed the apple. Only he and Yang Huainian were so calm in the audience, as if they were not concerned about their own affairs. Hu San, who was standing behind Yang Huainian, suppressed his anger, bent down, and whispered to the old leader of Yang's gang: "Or... I'll go up and kill him."

Xiang Yufeng's lips curled slightly, and he seemed to smile. He wanted to see if Hu San's strength was stronger than before. Xiang Yufeng had been holding back, ignoring the provocation of Ganghu, just waiting for Hu San to take action, trying to touch Hu San's bottom, one out of curiosity, and the other was the guardianship in his nature. People did not often say that there was no eternal enemy, nor eternal friends. Suddenly one day, someone turned his gun and pointed at him, and he didn't even know the foundation of others, and he would suffer a great loss.

Although the Qing Gang has signed the city alliance with the Blood Sect, there are only eternal interests in this world, no eternal friends, let alone the matter between the gang and the gang. Besides, Ye Changfeng of the Qing Gang has already invested in the Blood Sect. Among the other Qing Gang masters, the most powerful one is Hu San. Otherwise, he would not have followed Yang Huainian. Therefore, Xiang Yufeng really wanted to know what level of Hu San's strength has reached now.

Before the old leader of Yang's gang had already made a big move, Hu San had already walked towards the ring. The big man who had played two small games had a steady step and was filled with invisible fighting spirit. Several big men who blocked his way were oppressed by this intimidating momentum and subconsciously made way for a way. Yang Huainian frowned and shouted: "Hu San, what are you doing?"

"Gangmaster, I want to go up and beat him up." Hu San pointed to the steel tiger who was showing off his might on the ring. He had a strong eyebrows, big eyes, rough eyes, and a straight-eyed guy was determined to beat him. Yang Huainian hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Go, be careful."

Hu San went to the ring, took off his suit jacket, and the black sweater tightly wrapped around his amazingly developed upper body.

Hu San is much stronger and taller than Ganghu, and his momentum is not bad at all. His domineering and violent temperament is engraved into his bones bit by bit in countless group fights. Shen Heigou and others frowned at Hu San who was particularly conspicuous on the ring. Shen Heigou, who has always been competitive, did not place bets for the first time. I don’t know if it was forgotten or afraid.

Hu San is different from Ganghu. This straightforward guy has no coach, no famous teacher, and has never conducted systematic fighting training. He is completely a wild approach. After he appeared on stage, he approached Ganghu without saying a word and punched him in the face. There are no moves or fancy moves. It is an authentic "wild fist", but the fist style is very terrifying, and the extra-large fist is quite scary.

The Ganghu screamed strangely, but instead of retreating, he rushed backwards, kicking Hu San's lower abdomen, and the force of this leg was also extremely strong. Hu San's burly body was kicked off the table. Hu San, who did not know how to give in, pressed down on the blood that rushed to his throat, gritted his teeth and smashed his fist on the shoulder.

Ganghu, who had won two games in a row, thought that one leg could use a move without any rules, lost his combat power, but Hu San was so desperate. His huge fist hit him so hard that his heart trembled. Fortunately, his muscles had to pass through iron sticks almost every day. The damage of the wooden sticks was caused by strong ability to resist strikes. Hu San failed to hurt him, but it aroused his fierceness.
Chapter completed!