Wang Chujun's face was ugly, and he was about to go up, but was stopped by his brother Wang Zhengtu. Since it was a three-person competition, he couldn't be motivated. This was still true for Wang Zhengtu, who had been struggling in the military camp for more than a year.

Very clear.

"Brother Wan Yuan, are you going to do the first game or should I do it?" Wang Zhengtu asked politely to the second young master of Wanque Tower next to him.

Wan Yuan nodded, and then came to Jiang Zilong without hesitation.

"Haha, cowards are self-aware. It seems that you are waiting to bully my sister?" Jiang Zilong saw that Wang Chujun did not go out to fight, so he laughed and ridiculed again. Wang Chujun's face instantly turned as red as pig liver. Wang Zhengtu saw that he

He looked like a younger brother and patted his shoulder slightly, "Don't worry, after you beat Ling Zixuan to the ground in the next game, they will have nothing to say."

After hearing what his brother said, Wang Chujun immediately relaxed his frown, calmed down his emotions, and began to plan in his mind how to get rid of that bedbug.

At this time, the battle between Wan Yuan and Jiang Zilong had begun. After both parties clasped their fists and saluted, Wan Yuan's body bounced off the ground like a spring, and a punch shot into the sky, hitting Jiang Zilong directly.

Wan Yuan has studied martial arts with his master since he was a child. With his horizontal fighting skills, it is difficult to meet opponents at the same level. At the peak of his external strength, he even defeated many masters who had just entered the inner strength. Not long ago, he also firmly entered the ranks of inner strength masters.

Realm, I am looking for someone to practice my skills with.

His punch was not only powerful, but also powerful and fast. It actually made a shrill tearing sound in the air. The power of just one punch made the surrounding onlookers applaud.

After all, Jiang Zilong had been competing with officers and soldiers with rich combat experience in the army all year round. He didn't care about Wan Yuan's seemingly powerful punch. He pushed his hands forward and pressed against the inner strength and outer strength as smoothly as water.

The iron fist was released, turned around, and pulled back along with the fist. It easily relieved the fierce fist force of ten thousand yuan, then took a half step forward with the right knee, lowered the shoulder and exerted force, leaning on the body that had lost its center of gravity.

Wan Yuan, after the bang, Wan Yuan was knocked back a few steps before he stabilized his body. He felt a faint pain in his right chest and was shocked.

Ling Zixuan was also attracted by Jiang Zilong's performance at this time. He used his strength to push forward, and he said, "This kid can do it!"

Jiang Zilong, who seemed to be a tiger-headed man, actually practiced kung fu so delicately that he showed the demeanor of a master. At this time, the crowd at the scene burst out: "Okay!"

Wang Zhengtu and Wan Li's eyes narrowed slightly at the same time. It was obvious that Wan Yuan had suffered a big loss as soon as Wan Yuan came up. It seemed like an understatement, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that Wan Yuan had suffered a slight injury.

He suffered internal injuries and his breath was obviously scattered.

Wan Yuan never expected that he could be injured by Jiang Zilong's shoulder so easily because of his body of steel and iron. This shows that Jiang Zilong's inner strength is profound.

Jiang Zilong was very calm at this time, completely losing his arrogance and impetuosity. He pushed out towards Wan Yuan with both hands, and performed the cloud hand move in front of his chest, waiting for Wan Yuan to attack again.

Wan Yuan's face was cold, his feet exerted force, and he kicked off the dust on the ground and rushed towards Jiang Zilong. Another punch came to Jiang Zilong, and then his elbows and knees attacked Jiang Zilong's body like a violent storm. Those punches and feet

, his elbows and knees seemed to be carrying a huge force. If he were an ordinary person, he would have been beaten to the ground with teeth. Unfortunately, what he encountered was Jiang Zilong who was in the middle stage of internal strength. The clouds turned like clouds and rain, blocking ten thousand yuan.

All of Wan Yuan's attacks, and Wan Yuan's ferocious attacks were also used from time to time to give Wan Yuan an unexpected counterattack. With a flick of his wrist, Wan Yuan's throat, shoulder blades, veins, etc. were all affected by Jiang Zilong's seemingly casual wave. In fact, Wan Yuan's throat, shoulder blades, veins, etc.

A powerful attack.

Wan Yuan was complaining in his heart. The sudden attack had no effect on Jiang Zilong. Instead, he was injured in many weak spots on his body, and he gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Just when Wan Yuan was about to give up, Jiang Zilong uncharacteristically started to counterattack by waving his palms. He saw his hands continuously swiping at Wan Yuan. Although Wan Yuan tried his best to resist, he could not withstand the swiftness of Jiang Zilong's palm skills.

, the speed of both palms is getting faster and faster, and even afterimages are produced in the air, constantly breaking through the defense of ten thousand yuan.

As Jiang Zilong shouted loudly, his footsteps were like dragons, and the wind suddenly rose from his palm. Wan Yuan was hit hard in the abdomen by a palm, and his whole body flew backwards like straw, and fell to the ground hard, motionless.

Wan Li ran to his brother with a worried look on his face. When he saw that his face was pale and he was vomiting blood, he quickly asked his assistant to carry him into Wanque Tower for treatment.

"Don't worry, I only used 50% of my palm power. He will only stay in bed for half a month at most." Jiang Zilong returned to his arrogant tone and said disdainfully to Wan Li, then returned to Ling Zixuan and his sister.

He jumped and bumped chests with Ling Zixuan to celebrate. This was the tacit understanding he and Ling Zixuan had had since childhood.

Jiang Jingwen had a smile on her face when she saw her brother winning easily, but her face immediately returned to worry. What will Ling Zixuan do in the next game? He will definitely be defeated. What should he do if he is seriously injured like Wan Yuan?

She was not worried about her third competition at all, but was worried about Ling Zixuan.

Clearly feeling Jiang Jingwen's worry, Ling Zixuan took hold of those soft, boneless little hands and gave Jiang Jingwen a firm and confident look. Jiang Jingwen felt that her little hands were grabbed by Ling Zixuan in public, and her face immediately turned red, and she shrank slightly.

He paused for a moment, but did not escape completely. Looking at the back of Ling Zixuan who had moved forward, I felt worried and happy at the same time.

At this time, Ling Zixuan had already walked onto the competition square and said to the Wang brothers in front of him: "Which one of you will die?" He looked directly at Wang Zhengtu and Wang Chujun with arrogant eyes.

Wang Chujun didn't even wait for his brother to speak, and stepped forward directly, "Since you want to die so much, I will help you."

"Wait a minute, if I beat you to death, will I still be responsible for helping your parents take care of themselves until they die?" Ling Zixuan said to Wang Chujun with a smile.

Wang Chujun suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he had heard a big joke. This skinny little bug was actually worried about beating me to death. He turned back to Wang Zhengtu and said, "Brother, this game is

In the life-and-death battle between Ling Zixuan and I, who wins or loses, who dies or lives has nothing to do with others, this is what I said."

Wang Zhengtu suddenly felt a little panicked, but he was still full of confidence in his brother's peak external strength. Looking at Ling Zixuan with his hands behind his back, looking lazy, he nodded to his brother.

"Go to hell!" Wang Chujun no longer gave Ling Zixuan any chance to speak. He let out a roar and rushed directly to Ling Zixuan. He raised his hand and punched Ling Zixuan hard. The power of this punch was like Mount Tai.

, the power is so great that even Wang Zhengtu found it incredible. His younger brother's external strength skills are already so profound, and it shouldn't take long for him to break through to the realm of internal strength.

Looking at Ling Zixuan again, he looked at Wang Chujun's growing fist with disdain. When the fist came close to him, he clenched his right hand fiercely and punched out in the same way. This punch was silent when it came out, but it came first and later.

The two fists collided, and only two sounds of "click, boom" were heard. A strong figure drew a graceful arc in the air and flew out, directly hitting the plaque on the door of Wanque Tower, and then

He fell heavily to the ground.
Chapter completed!