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Ye Qunsheng just sat down when he heard Zhou Weihong saying this on the ring, his face couldn't help but feel a little weird. He felt a little depressed and regretful. Why didn't he think of this solution just now?

Wang Cheng's boxing defense is so strong that he can't even break it himself, but why don't he behave like Zhou Weihong? I don't even hit you and ask you to attack me?

Ye Qunsheng also had an idea - Wang Cheng had enough defense but insufficient attack!

The Ye family members, as well as the Zhou masters and Dai masters, all looked at Ye Qunsheng with regret, thinking that Ye Qunsheng could have defeated Wang Cheng.

Only Huang Lei, who was sitting in it, looked disdainful and said in a low voice: "Zhou Weihong is seeking death by himself."

Zhou and his men immediately looked at Huang Lei and scolded: "Huang Lei, if you don't dare to go up by yourself, just stop talking nonsense."

"Hmph, you will know if you keep watching. Your Zhou family sent Zhou Weihong to show off and let the people from Hong Kong Island make a joke."

Huang Lei said in a deep voice without showing any weakness.

Several Zhou masters immediately stood up, looking fierce, as if they were about to attack Huang Lei.

The Dai master who was with Huang Lei also stood up and the two sides confronted each other strangely.

Everyone around looked over curiously. This is one of the protagonists today. Why did the internal strife start?

Many people laughed.

Ye Qunsheng hurriedly stood up and comforted the people on both sides: "Everyone, don't be excited. Sit down and talk, sit down and talk, here we are all our own people. Many people are watching here. Don't let them laugh."

The people on both sides sat down slowly. Just look angry.

In fact, this is also the norm for many modern warriors. Many people look aggressive and do not really take the initiative, unless they really have a grudge to kill their father.

Now is a peaceful and prosperous era, and everyone wants to live a good life, so those who practice martial arts are no exception. They already have no worries about food and clothing and have wealth. Why fight and kill with others and fight to the death?

What did they do? They are not qualified to compete for the world's number one!

Therefore, many places like to speak but not do anything.

After they sat down, Ye Qunsheng looked at Huang Lei and asked curiously: "Uncle Huang thinks Wang Cheng's attack boxing skills are also very powerful?"

Huang Lei didn't look at Zhou's people, but stared at Wang Cheng and said lightly: "Zhou Jiejun was defeated by him."

"That was because Senior Zhou was injured, and his realm was unstable and his qi and blood were insufficient..."

Ye Qunsheng said thoughtfully.

Huang Lei smiled disdainfully and said, "This is what the Zhou family said, right? Wang Cheng can defeat Zhou Jiejun. It's not that simple. It's just that this guy is very ambitious and wants to cultivate both inside and outside. He is both offensive and defensive, so he is afraid he will be very slow. But once he is allowed to practice to the end, it will be very scary. Although you, Ye Qunsheng, are of great talent, probably not his opponent. Moreover, I can't see through his martial arts skills. However, this kid will definitely not only know how to defend boxing. If you are optimistic, you are."

Huang Lei did not tell the story of his fight with Wang Cheng last night, because this was not a glorious thing in itself.

After hearing these words, Ye Qunsheng looked solemn and looked at the field with sharp eyes.

On the other hand, Han Shifei and Yu Jun also showed a playful look at Zhou Weihong.

"The people in the Zhou family are so mentally retarded?"

Yu Jun said disdainfully.

Han Shifei also smiled and said, "Haha, who knows, maybe he wants to defeat Wang Cheng too much, so he is obstructed. Wang Cheng practices Wu Shengshan boxing. How could such an internal cultivation with strong qi and blood have no attack power?"

Han Shifei still remembers that when he and Wang Cheng fought at the police headquarters, they were both confused and met.

In the field.

Wang Cheng also looked at Zhou Weihong with a funny look, and said calmly: "Since you said that, I can't argue if I don't defeat you."

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense, just take action!"

Zhou Weihong shouted, his expression became nervous, and obviously he thought of a lot.

With Wang Chengwu's strong internal cultivation, even if he is skilled and fancy, he can bear it enough for him to defeat others.

Wang Cheng snorted coldly, his expression shook. The tiger that was about to move in his heart gradually let go of his suppression, his breath became heavy, and his eyes became cold.

"If you can still stand with me after taking a punch, I will take a detour when I see your Zhou family in the future."

Wang Cheng said in a deep voice.

Both of them bet.

People around them who specialize in watching the fun were excited. In their opinion, a ring match without bets is not a real ring match. It is best to be an unlimited life-and-death battle. Only one person can walk down, that is the most exciting one.

Zhou Weihong's expression changed, and he shouted with anger: "Wang Cheng, don't be arrogant."

"Are you arrogant? You will know when you take my move. I'll be optimistic!"

Wang Cheng said coldly, his voice and breath changed at this moment.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Wang Cheng, because his changes were too great at this moment. Except for Zhang Shaoyun, a new disciple of Wusheng Mountain, almost all of the others were masters. They felt extremely keen. In an instant, they all discovered the changes in Wang Cheng's aura, and then they were shocked.

Just now, Wang Cheng seemed to them just a stone, a pool of autumn water, calm and tenacious!

Now, Wang Cheng instantly transformed into a beast, like the king of all beasts, wanting to choose people and eat them!

roar……

Just as everyone was thinking about it, a tiger roar suddenly appeared on the scene.

A tiger roar appeared out of thin air.

Ye Qunsheng stood up instantly and looked at Wang Cheng in shock, his face full of incredible shock, his eyes wide open, and he murmured in a low voice: "This is impossible, how could there be such a domineering tiger-shaped fist?"

The fist sounds follow you!

Everyone at the scene was a person who knew the goods. He could see at a glance that Wang Cheng's tiger-shaped fist realm was at this time, and the fist that was mastered by the pictograms was followed. Many people stood up in shock like Ye Qunsheng. Both eyes looked at Wang Cheng. They couldn't believe it was true.

In modern Chinese art, we focus on actual combat, so we do not have enough mastery of artistic conception. This kind of pictographic boxing that focuses on artistic conception first seems difficult to practice, and few people can cultivate it to a high level.

Only he knew the pressure in Zhou Weihong at this time. Looking at Wang Cheng, a sense of fear even rose in his heart, his face was extremely solemn, his feet had already stepped on Tai Chi and had a defensive posture. He had already regretted that he shouldn't have come out to provoke Wang Cheng.

Unfortunately, time cannot go back.

Wang Cheng had already taken action, so it was absolutely impossible for him to turn back.

It was still like the tiger descending the mountain. Wang Cheng came to Zhou Weihong in the blink of an eye, stepped out in one step, crushed several stones, and roared with a punch, and then a tiger roar suddenly.

There were two consecutive roars of tigers, and the scene was quiet, with both expressions of seriousness.

Zhou Weihong did not dare to neglect. He quickly used Tai Chi silk-wrapped hands, and his hands wrapped around Wang Cheng's fist like silk-wrapped hands. He wanted to use Tai Chi skills to eliminate Wang Cheng's strength.

However, Wang Cheng's punch was so powerful that it exceeded Zhou Weihong's imagination and directly shattered his silk-wrapped force. His hands could not stop Wang Cheng's fist. With one touch, Zhou Weihong was hit on the right chest by the punch, and he flew out on the spot. He flew into the air, and a mouthful of blood was sprinkled out.

One move shows the outcome!

Wang Cheng stood in Zhou Weihong's position and did not continue to pursue. His hands were lowered, and his breathing changed again in an instant. The true meaning of the tiger in his heart was suppressed in the blink of an eye. It would still be effective to suppress the true meaning of the tiger with the state of inaction.

Bang!!!

Zhou Weihong flew out, hit a table, smashing the big round table to pieces, and his body fell to the ground, and his whole body was in a mess. Another mouthful of blood was vomited. His eyes looked at Wang Cheng with a sluggish look, and he still said unwillingly: "You, what kind of tiger-shaped fist are you?"

The masters present all saw that Wang Cheng's tiger-shaped fist is definitely not the twelve forms in Xingyiquan, nor is it the long-standing Five Animal Show. It is a kind of tiger-shaped fist that none of them have ever seen before, but it is more powerful and domineering than Xingyiquan.

"Wu Shengshan Tiger Fist!"

Wang Cheng's expression returned to calm and said calmly, without saying the specific name, just letting everyone know that this is the martial arts of Wusheng Mountain, which is enough.

Several Zhou masters hurriedly went up to help Zhou Weihong up, and two others ran over to face Wang Cheng, looking nervous.

Han Shifei immediately stood up and came to Wang Cheng's side in a few steps. Zhang Shaoyun and Huo Youwen also hurried over and faced several masters of the Zhou family together.

For a moment, both sides were tense again.

However, many people looked at Wang Cheng curiously. Because Wang Cheng's aura changed again at this time, the true meaning of the tiger disappeared, and the whole person changed from a tiger to a pool of autumn water, calm and distant. Suddenly, many people learned more about the martial arts of Wusheng Mountain and became more afraid.

Many people's understanding of Wusheng Mountain is still based on the legend of the Changhe Taoist Priest. Now it seems that it is obvious that the Changhe Taoist Priest cannot represent the martial arts of Wusheng Mountain.

Wang Cheng looked at Zhou Weihong and said calmly: "You lost."

Zhou Weihong struggled to stand up, stared at Wang Cheng, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, I lost. I will do what I say, and I will retreat when I see you Wang Cheng."

"oh?"

Wang Cheng had the same eyebrows, his tone became colder: "That wasn't what you said just now."

Many people at the scene also suddenly realized.

Indeed, what Zhou Weihong said just now was: If he loses, the people of the Zhou family will retreat when they see Wang Cheng. Now he has changed to himself.

Many people shook their heads with amusement when they looked at Zhou Weihong.

I was really awkward when I was scheming in front of so many people.

However, Zhou Weihong himself could also be said to be helpless. He said big talk and could only swallow the consequences by himself. Obviously, he could not do it alone, and he did not dare to represent the entire Zhou family.

"The Zhou family has begun to go downhill since then."

An old man spoke indifferently.

Zhou Weihong and others were all embarrassed and red in their faces.

Wang Cheng also shook his head and smiled, and said lightly: "If you want to cheat, I can't kill you. It's just that Zhou Weihong's behavior today, I have already remembered it in my heart. I will never believe anyone in your Zhou family's words again in the future."

Zhou Weihong breathed rapidly, and blood flowed down the corners of his mouth. He wanted to argue, but looked at the eyes of everyone around him and felt very stressed. He could only pretend to be a grandson and pretend to be mute, and let the two of them help themselves out and escape from the scene.

"Wang Cheng, don't be proud..."
To be continued...