After listening to Liu Dali's remarks, he realized that Senior Brother Wang was one of the few masters whom he had entered. Most of Liu Dali's martial arts were taught by Senior Brother Wang, and he was half of his master. Moreover, Senior Brother Wang had a close relationship with Du Feng. Later, because of the development of the school, he promoted the Qingcheng School of Martial Arts, so he went to overseas martial arts to teach.

"Then why did he go to fight black boxing?" Ma Guocai said in confusion. He knew about black boxing. He had seen some simple information when looking for fitness information and martial arts information in the fitness center. There was a guy named Anthony Marcus, weighing 102 kilograms, but the bench press reached 160 kilograms. The squat was 560 kilograms. It was completely a thousand kilograms. Basically, those who climbed to the Black Box King's throne had this strength. The record was 168 games, 167 wins and 1 loss, of which 114 of them killed the opponent. He once kicked a two-inch-thick solid iron pillar and finally died under Alan Peddy's punch.

From this simple information, we can see how cruel the underground black fist is. Victory is the king, and failure basically represents death. It is said that in order to hone your martial arts skills, Bruce Lee also swept the black market boxing world with a pseudonym. There was once a video of Bruce Lee playing table tennis on the Internet. When he saw it, it was hard to imagine that a person's control and accuracy could actually master this level.

"How did I know? I just overheard it." Liu Dali said depressedly.

Ma Guo only realized that he couldn't ask anything about this little p-child, so he had to give up. To be honest, he is a little cold to the dead now, and he has seen too many of them recently. But the senior brother in the sect died, and he still feels a little uncomfortable and sighed.

I saw Du Feng at lunch. I was already having a dark face and frowned. I didn't say anything silent. Ma Guo went over and patted him on the shoulder, and didn't know what to say to comfort me, so I sat next to him.

Du Feng crawled with food one by one, absent-minded. After a long time, he said to himself: "I have known Wang Hui for almost ten years. When I was a child, we stole wine together. We fought outside. At that time, he knew how to make a kung fu, but I didn't. Every time he rushed to the front to block me, spend money together, and peeked at the beauty together. He said that he had returned to China to marry his girlfriend in the year, but unexpectedly, now..." The chopsticks in his hand were directly pinched because they couldn't stand the power in Du Feng's hand.

"Why would he still fight black boxing?" Ma Guo said strangely.

"Senior Brother Wang is an orphan and has been growing up in Parry since he was a child. Knowing that this earthquake, Parry needs a lot of money to rebuild, so he wanted to fight black boxing, make some money and help Parry rebuild."

"This, isn't the country paying for the reconstruction of the sect?" Ma Guocai said in confusion. Apart from practicing martial arts, he actually doesn't care much about the affairs of the sect.

Du Feng explained: "The country is just helping to build scenic spots, but our own internal areas still need to invest in them. Besides, the country cannot do anything to spend too much money to restore the place at once."

"Oh, so that's how it is!" Ma Guo can only understand the reason. He thought in his heart that when he told Master Xinyun that there were ten million, Master Xinyun only left one million and donated everything else. He couldn't help but feel admiration for this.

Ma Guo sighed and comforted: "A person cannot be resurrected after death, you should be more careful!"

Du Feng was silent, shook his head, and suddenly said firmly for a long time: "No, I have to help Senior Brother Wang take revenge."

When Ma Guo heard this, he slapped the table and said, "Report, just your ability, how do you report it? Do you know how cruel it is to fight black boxing? There are no fighting rules at all until the opponent is powerless to fight back. Do you think that fighting like we usually do is to fight together, which is a life-and-death battle, and you don't hold back at all."

"I know!" Du Feng stared at his eyes and roared in a low voice: "But I can't let Senior Brother Wang die so idle, so I must go."

When Ma Guocai saw Du Feng as if he had given up, he was really anxious and said, "If you can't go, your father will never agree to you to fight the black boxing."

Du Feng was silent again, hit the table with a hammer, and stood up. Ma Guocai was also startled by him, and the fellows who were eating around couldn't help but look at this side.

Du Feng said: "Let's go and accompany me to practice boxing."

Ma Guo had no choice but to stand up. Maybe he wanted to vent.

The two of them found an open space in the back mountain, and Du Feng said: "I won't hold back this time. I know that your level is similar to mine now, and may be better than me. So, today we will have a good fight."

"Come on!" Ma Guo didn't say anything else and made a gesture of invitation.

Du Feng didn't show any airs this time, his whole aura looked a little cold, and he twisted his body and punched him.

Ma Guo was at first thinking that he was a temptation, but when he felt the fist wind on his skin, he knew it was not. It was a real attack. He caught the fist with his palm, and his palm felt a little numb. But after all, he had a deep skill and recovered instantly.

Du Feng did not hesitate at all, his fists were like the wind, and he greeted him one after another, shorted and quick hits, and burst out of his fists from time to time.

After being fed twice, although most of the force was lost, the power burst out from the inch strength was relatively penetrating. If it weren't for the protection of Qigong, the tibial muscles would be very strong, and he was really injured by him. Ma Guocai couldn't help but get up with his titular energy. With his innate reaction ability, he countered his moves and completely blocked Du Feng's attack outside the door.

When Du Feng saw that the fist was not effective, he lifted his legs and swept it. The whip legs were like an axe, cutting his waist horizontally.

Ma Guocai raised his knee to intercept him, and stood upright with one leg. Due to distance, he failed to intercept his thigh force point and was beaten to jump right. Seeing that Du Feng was unforgivable, his right leg had just landed on the ground, and turned around and kicked his left leg with a rabbit kicking his legs, pushing his abdomen.

Ma Guo was the first to see Du Feng so crazy. His power was really not at all. He landed on his right leg and kicked his left leg for a moment. After being beaten like this for a long time, he couldn't help but feel angry. He didn't dodge or avoid it. He was lucky in his abdomen, bent his waist back, and his abdomen retracted. When his kick ended, he suddenly turned back and did not hurry. Du Feng was directly staggered by the force of his waist and abdomen. He took a few steps back.

I thought Du Feng had stopped, but I didn't expect Du Feng to be even more angry. He kicked his legs in a row, and after he was avoided by Ma Guo, he took advantage of the situation and just blocked the attack. With a bang, it was a sound of anger.

Damn, so cruel. Ma Guo just cut off his wrist with a palm, and instantly passed the force of the punch through his elbow, shoulder and spine, and finally fell into the heel and poured into the ground. The other hand blocked his elbow, took a step forward, inserted it behind him, grabbed the back belt of his wrist, trying to capture him.

Du Feng stretched out his head, his right hand soared into the sky and escaped from control, turned around and inserted his left hand into his armpit. He swept across the tiger's claws and intercepted the next attack.

Ma Guocai's ability to use moves is not as strong as Du Feng. After all, he has only been practicing for half a year, so he can't do whatever he wants without thinking, and can do whatever he wants, such as tiger, snake, and Tai Chi at will.

He bent down and stopped and directly confronted him. He punched him, and Ma Guocai also punched him. He kicked him, and Ma Guocai also intercepted him. The two of them went back and forth, and the grass around them was in a mess, and some small trees were kicked down directly.

In the end, Du Feng's blood was boiling and he had already exerted dark force. Some of the low leaves were shattered by dark force.

Ma Guocai saw Du Feng getting more and more crazy when he fought, and was afraid that if he continued like this, he might be hurt. He had to take out all the entities and use one force to reduce ten times of fighting style. He had a strong body like a blood cow, and his whole body was thicker. He was forced to take him one punch and kick, grabbed his neck, lifted him up, and threw it out. He shouted: "You are crazy enough!"

Du Feng fell to the ground and woke up. He stared blankly at Ma Guocai and said, "You're fine."

"I have nothing to do!" Ma Guocai patted the chest that was hit by a punch, twisting his waist like a slap in dust, and his spine moved like a snake. His innate true qi protects his body, and his muscles and bones are not as strong as ordinary. If the punches like Du Feng continue, he will lose most of his strength before entering his body. Basically, he will recover instantly after a little pain. Otherwise, he would not dare to play like this with Du Feng.

"You're not fucking hard qigong practiced until you were invulnerable to swords and guns!" Du Feng yelled.

Ma Guocai whistled and looked at him with a look, an expression you only knew was very proud.

"Let's go!" Du Feng thrashed the ground hard, shaking the ground. Then he stood up and stared at him and asked, "How did you practice hard qigong? I have practiced hard qigong for five or six years, but I don't have the defense like you."

In order to avoid hurting Du Feng's confidence too much, Ma Guo explained: "I practiced qigong before before, and at that time I had already learned the little Zhoutian. Why do you think I am so fast?"

"Damn! Since you are so spoiled, I will continue to practice with me tomorrow. I want to improve my practical ability." Du Feng felt a little unbalanced. It turned out that his junior brother had always hidden his strength.

"Okay!" Ma Guochao patted his shoulder and said, "As long as you don't be as crazy as you are today, if you keep using the secret force, I'm afraid that all your essence and blood will be ruined by then."

"Well! I also thought of Senior Brother Wang's death. The battle with you just now reminded me of the real black boxing ring. I gradually regarded this as a real life-and-death battle. I'm sorry!" Du Feng smiled embarrassedly.

Ma Guo sighed, expressed helplessness, and said, "What's the relationship between us? Don't be polite, let's go back and rest." He knew that Du Feng was thinking about taking revenge in his heart, but he didn't know how to stop him, so he could only accompany him to relieve the pain in his heart.

When Du Feng heard him say this, he smiled and said, "You go down first, I'll go down here before going down."

Maybe he wanted to be alone, but Ma Guo went down the mountain alone, took a cold bath, and changed his clothes. The two fought for so much intensity for so long, almost an hour, with such a large amount of exercise, and he didn't even sweat. The boiling blood on his body was calmed down by his innate true energy as soon as he boiled, so he didn't feel tired.

The innate realm, the longer the time, the more he feels it is different from the past. This is what he really entered the Taoist sect. When he was in the big and small circles of heaven before, he was just a mortal fetus. The innate realm is a kind of essential leap and evolution of the body. It is a comprehensive overall improvement for the body. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, novels are better and faster!
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