(I went to get an injection after the update, so I will update it again. Thank you for your support! I haven’t eaten these two days, and I vomited after eating, so I was so depressed!)

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that Wang Cheng of Wusheng Mountain was still a passionate seed. Okay, okay, you can be so confident with one hand; if I lose, then I will never set foot on Wusheng Mountain in my life. When I hear your Wang Cheng's name, I will automatically retreat!"

The Taoist priest Shenji laughed, stared at Wang Cheng with his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Then what are you losing? What should you do?"

Yang Qingyu took Wang Cheng's hand and whispered: "Wang Cheng, don't fight him, he deliberately provoked you to attack."

The people at the scene, including Wang Cheng, could see that the Wudang Shenji Taoist priest was using the stimulus to stimulate Wang Cheng to take action. Regardless of whether Wang Cheng was injured or not at this time, as long as the Shenji Taoist priest could defeat Wusheng Mountain Wang Cheng, if it was spread, others would not know the specific situation. They only knew that the Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain defeated the disciples of Wusheng Mountain, which would be enough.

Lu Dahu also frowned slightly and said, "Tomorrow is the ring match, and you will play it then!"

Wang Cheng's right hand was bandaged, and it was impossible to use it in a short period of time because it hurt his muscles and bones. The inheritance sword of Hattori family was not fun. If he did not cut off his five fingers on the spot, it means that Pingliang Sakura's sword technique was not yet home.

It was almost the same as the injuries suffered when his master Taoist Changhe grabbed Iga Changsheng's famous sword and broke the sea with empty hands. However, Wang Cheng was currently in several top internal qi and blood training methods. Under the transportation of the qi and blood of the Nine Tiger Styles, True Dragon Fist, Earth Evil Fist and Dragon Elephant Fist, so as long as time allows, healing without leaving any hidden dangers.

This is also one of Wang Cheng's confidence. Even if he knows that the other party deliberately provoked him to take action? I will take it as a punch to smash the other party's conspiracy!

He looked directly at Taoist Shenji, thinking in his heart, shook his head slightly at Lu Dahu, and said, "The ring is the ring. The fellow Taoist in Wudang Mountain insisted on doing this, so I naturally cannot refuse. If I lose, it will be the same as you. In the future, when you see your name Taoist Shenji in Wudang Mountain, you will automatically retreat."

Lu Dahu smiled bitterly, took a step back slightly, and said lightly: "You should pay attention to it and stop."

Taoist Shenji and Wang Cheng nodded together to show that they knew.

Yang Qingyu glanced at Wang Cheng worriedly, then took Liu Shicheng and Zhang Shaoyun back two steps.

Shaolin Wuchan and the others also automatically took several steps back. Leave space for Wang Cheng and Taoist Shenji who were about to fight, and everyone looked a little excited and eager to try.

Fighting with masters is something that every real warrior wants to do, so that he can truly improve himself. Those who specialize in bullying the weak will never achieve great success.

Wang Cheng's breathing was changing, becoming heavier and heavier, as if he was a beast that discovered prey, and he would pounce over and swallow it at any time.

The Nine Styles of the Tiger have been practiced into the bone marrow. The spirit and spirit are highly condensed.

The injured right hand was hanging on one side casually, Wang Cheng held his claws slightly with his left hand, his eyes flashed with an amber halo, and he looked at the Taoist priest Shenji opposite without any emotion, and said lightly: "You take action first, and if you lose, you will have nothing to say."

Taoist Shenji's face turned red. He deliberately provoked the injured Wang Cheng, and he was unconsciously showing weakness in his heart. Now that Wang Cheng said this, his heart fell down immediately. The breath that had just changed was frozen for a moment, and then he quickly adjusted, stepped on the ground tightly, staring at Wang Cheng. He said in a deep voice: "Wang Cheng, if you lose today, you will lose in your own hands. You are too arrogant."

Let’s go!

Taoist Shenji took action without hesitation, stamped his feet and rushed up directly. His hands were circled and his body was exercising Tai Chi, but this boxing technique showed extremely strong aggressiveness in his hands.

Wang Cheng's feet stud method remained unchanged, and the tiger claws in his left hand suddenly poked out. The air around him condensed for a moment, and a powerful tiger roar burst out of thin air.

roar!!!!

A whistling sound broke out, and Wang Cheng's tiger claws instantly grabbed the arm of Taoist Shenji and crushed it down with extremely powerful force.

The expression of Taoist priest Shenji changed slightly, and the strength of Wang Cheng's hand exceeded his imagination, which made him feel unable to resist for a moment. He immediately changed his hands and Tai Chi directly transformed into Zhenwu boxing. His gestures changed, his breathing was extremely solemn. His fists fought against Wang Cheng's tiger claws without hesitation.

Just then.

At a distance of only a few feet, Wang Cheng suddenly released his breath from his dantian, and opened his mouth toward Taoist Shenji, which was a real tiger roar.

This is not the sound of a tiger roar that follows the sound of the fist, but a sound impact produced by Wang Cheng himself based on the secret technique of the Tiger Roaring Mountains of the Nine-style Tiger.

roar………………………………

A tiger roar burst out.

Everyone within a radius of dozens of meters felt the eardrums bulging. Wang Cheng, who was standing there, turned into a real tiger in their hearts in an instant.

A violent storm hit directly.

The first person to be affected was the Taoist priest Shenji standing opposite Wang Cheng. The violent sound burst out and bleeding the seven orifices that hit him in an instant. His ears roared, and he could not hear the sound in a short period of time.

Taoist Shenji felt the crisis and his expression changed drastically. He did not care about his embarrassment and rushed to attack with his fists, trying to quickly defeat Wang Cheng with the advantage of his hands.

But.

The next moment, Wang Cheng's tiger claws were printed on his abdomen.

Bang!

A dull sound.

Taoist Shenji's tall body flew backwards directly, and his figure spit out a mouthful of blood in the air, with a look of horror and disbelief.

The gap is so big?

This is also the same question that arises in the hearts of other young masters such as Monk Wuchan.

Wang Cheng just used one hand, and the Taoist Shenji had no power to fight back?

More than a dozen players' expressions changed drastically. They knew the strength of the Taoist priests of Shenji. The absolute masters in the late stage of Huajin are not their opponents. Because the internal cultivation of Taoist boxing is deep, the ability to fight protracted battles is even more powerful.

However, at this time, he was defeated with one move in front of Wang Cheng?

From beginning to end, Taoist priest Shenji failed to meet Wang Cheng.

What kind of boxing method is this tiger-shaped boxing?

So powerful?

Monk Wuchan's body was shaken and his face turned slightly red. He couldn't help but urge to rush up and compete with Wang Cheng. However, he still stopped rationally. No matter how Wang Cheng is in his current state, will he win if he goes up. But if it spreads out, his reputation will be bad.

Taoist priest Shenji takes advantage of others' danger, and Shaolin monks take advantage of the situation to get the stones and fight?

Monk Wuchan stared at Wang Cheng with his eyes tightly, thinking in his mind that if he faced Wang Cheng, he would have a chance of winning!

The Taoist Shenji had already flew four or five meters away and fell to the ground. He was embarrassed, his face covered in blood, and looked very terrifying. His eyes were still wide open. He looked at Wang Cheng not far away and murmured: "You, you. How could you be so powerful? What kind of boxing is this? Wu Shengshan does not have such a powerful tiger-shaped fist."

Wang Cheng took a step forward, his breath had returned to calm. He looked down at the Taoist Shenji from a high place and said lightly: "My martial arts in Wusheng Mountain has been passed down for two thousand years. How much do you know? He is arrogant. This tiger-shaped fist is a boxing technique passed down by my master since the Three Kingdoms period. It's only me who have practiced it. Today I will teach you a lesson to let you know. At any time, I can't underestimate my Wusheng Mountain. Even if I am injured, I can only use one hand. Not everyone can pick up cheap ones."

The Taoist priest Shenji looked as if he was ashen. At this time, he could hear the sound in his ears. When he heard Wang Cheng's words, he was spit out with another mouthful of blood. Looking at Wang Cheng, he said in a deep voice: "Next year, I will go to Wusheng Mountain in Wudang Mountain. At that time, someone will definitely avenge me today."

Wang Cheng smiled disdainfully, walked out directly, and said calmly: "You will know at this time next year. That's all today. I'll go back and rest. I hope you keep your promise!"

Yang Qingyu, Liu Shicheng and Zhang Shaoyun both followed Wang Cheng.

Lu Dahu shook his head and walked ahead and continued to lead the way, feeling a little shocked.

This is the first time he has seen such a fierce and domineering tiger-shaped fist in decades.

Taoist Shenji thought of losing the bet, and when he saw Wang Cheng, he would hide. He sprayed out another mouthful of blood, and was then hurriedly helped up by several young people around him and walked towards the residence inside.

However, the people around them looked as usual, either shocked by Wang Cheng's strength or disdain for the way of Taoist priests of Shenji. However, they all knew that it was normal for such a thing to happen. They did not invite anyone together or worship anyone. This was the martial arts world where the strong prey on the weak, especially for the two major sects that had been in opposition for hundreds of years.

The weak are the weak, and the strong are the strong.

Lu Dahu brought Wang Cheng and others to a small courtyard inside and said, "This is your residence. Wang Cheng, don't be careless about your injuries, don't attack others anymore."

Wang Cheng smiled relaxedly at Lu Dahu and said, "Dr. Lu, don't worry, I know the measure, and I know that the body is the foundation."

Lu Dahu nodded deeply to Wang Cheng, then clasped his fists, turned around and walked out, and his mission was over.

Wang Cheng also clasped his fists at Lu Dahu's back and said, "Thank you, Director Lu for seeing you off all the way."

Lu Dahu waved his hand and quickly left without looking back. He thought he had gone to the aftermath and reported to the superiors to summarize the information.

"Shi Cheng, Shaoyun, you are free to move, Qingyu and I will go in and take a look first."

Wang Cheng said to Liu Shicheng and Zhang Shaoyun, and without waiting for the other party to agree, he walked into the middle room with Yang Qingyu.

Liu Shicheng and Zhang Shaoyun frowned at the same time, then nodded and walked towards the rooms on both sides.

As soon as Wang Cheng and Yang Qingyu walked into the room and closed the door, Wang Cheng immediately blew out blood and his face turned pale.

Yang Qingyu was not surprised. She had just seen that Wang Cheng was suppressing his internal injuries, so she didn't seem panic. She wiped Wang Cheng's mouth, then poured a cup of tea, and complained: "You just ignore your body. The Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain is so powerful. What if you get injured again?"

Yang Qingyu doesn't care about winning or losing, she just doesn't want to see Wang Cheng get hurt.

Wang Cheng took a deep breath, took a sip of tea, squeezed out a smile, and said, "I know what I know, don't worry, there will be nothing wrong."

The tiger roar just now seemed simple, but in fact it consumed most of his qi and blood, causing the original internal injury. At this time, it suddenly burst out in his body, and a stinging pain came from the bones and meridians of his body, stimulating his nerves and causing a layer of sweat to penetrate his whole body.

"Look at you!"

Yang Qingyu was shocked. Knowing that Wang Cheng's injury might not be mild, he hurriedly took Wang Cheng's pulse. His beautiful brows suddenly frowned deeply, opened his mouth, and said with a hint of hoarseness: "You, don't move now, I'll get you some medicine!"

Wang Cheng did not move his right hand, and grabbed Yang Qingyu with his left hand. A smile still squeezed out from his pale face covered with sweat, saying, "No medicine, I don't need medicine, I'm fine. Qingyu, don't worry, I'm fine, just practice boxing."

Since several injuries, Wang Cheng has tried not to take medicine and relied on his own to recover. Although he was seriously injured this time, he did not think about using medicine to repair his body. This would indeed have obvious effects in a short period of time, but it would also leave some hidden dangers on the body.

As the saying goes, medicine is poisonous!

When Wang Cheng treated several patients, he tried not to use medicine as much as possible, so that the patients could rely on their own bodies to cure the disease.

call!

Spit out a long breath.

Wang Cheng patted Yang Qingyu's hand, then slowly stood up, his feet forward and backward, using the deep stud technique of the Nine-style Tiger, breathing like a bellows.

Yang Qingyu suppressed all the uneasiness in her heart. At this time, she still chose to believe in Wang Cheng and let Wang Cheng rely on boxing to heal her injuries.

One of the most important purposes of practicing internal martial arts is that if you suffer internal injuries, you can take your own repairs.

As the descendant of Yang's Tai Chi, Yang Qingyu naturally knew it very clearly.

However, if the injury is too serious, it is difficult to repair it yourself.

Wang Cheng's injuries at this time can be said to be internal and external troubles, not only serious external injuries, but also serious internal injuries. External injuries hurt muscles and bones, and internal injuries hurt the spine and bones!

With such internal and external injuries, even an ordinary internal master in the late stage of Huajin will probably fall to the ground.

Wang Cheng slowly practiced the nine-stage stance of the tiger with his feet, and his qi and blood were smoother. Then his breathing changed and he entered the Earth Evil Fist. Once again, the Dragon Elephant Fist, and finally the True Dragon Fist!

After this series of events, his complexion has indeed recovered a lot, his face no longer pale, his breathing has become calm and longer, and the temperature in the room has become much taller.

However, Wang Cheng did not stop, and the True Dragon Boxing ended and started again.

This time, his breath and momentum changed drastically, and his spinal bones creaked. He wanted to use the True Dragon Fist technique to repair the spinal bone injuries to cope with the final of the martial arts competition that will start tomorrow!

In this final, he must not miss it.

Although he defeated the Wudang Shenji Taoist Priest with one move just now, he knew that the Shaolin Wuchan monk's strength was definitely above the Shenji Taoist Priest. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!