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Mamuti stood on the hood of the car. At the beginning, he felt excited. But at this moment, he heard the faint roar of tigers around him, and he couldn't help but feel very afraid, and even felt a little fear.

It seemed that there were groups of tigers staring at me around me, and they would pounce on me at any time to swallow me up.

In an instant, Ma Muti stared at Wang Cheng, the mainland of the car, and remembered the tiger-shaped fist that had been circulated from the beginning. According to rumors, many people said that Wang Cheng's tiger-shaped fist was powerful and domineering, and few people in the world could do so.

Before, Ma Muti saw Wang Cheng's equally domineering and powerful Dragon-shaped Fist, so he didn't believe the rumors about Tiger-shaped Fist.

It is already rare for someone in the world to practice a pictogram boxing to a profound level, let alone the strongest and domineering dragon-shaped boxing and tiger-shaped boxing. Who can practice both the strongest pictogram boxing to a profound level at the same time?

At this time, Ma Muti felt a little convinced of the rumors.

Such a powerful tiger is stronger than Wang Cheng's dragon-shaped fist.

"Wang Cheng, come out to fight!"

But Mamuti did not retreat at all, but instead became more determined to fight. His breath surged again, his body muscles bulged, his eyes were as big as a copper bell, and he shouted loudly at the car.

Wang Cheng let go of Yang Qingyu's hand, and Yang Qingyu looked a little worried. Because she could no longer feel her hand, and her entire palm was pinched by Wang Cheng, she knew that Wang Cheng was in danger at this time.

"Wang Cheng, be careful!"

Yang Qingyu whispered a message.

Wang Cheng nodded and said, "I know the right way, there will be no problem, don't worry."

Although he said so, Wang Cheng's voice was naturally extremely cold. He stretched out his hand and pushed open the car door. The entire car door flew out a few meters away with a bang, and it fell to the ground without any shape.

Zhang Shaoyun, who was driving, hurriedly ran down and asked a few friends he called to stand aside and not get close to them and were affected. The few stood aside with a look of surprise and knew what was about to happen next. Everyone looked a little excited and expectant.

In the darkness, Wang Cheng's eyes flashed with an amber halo, staring at Mamuti. He said in a cold voice: "I don't want to kill you, you can take action first."

Mamuti felt cold all over his body, and the blood flow seemed to stagnate, and the fear in his heart became even more intense. He immediately breathed and changed, shouted loudly, and then jumped out of the car. His muscles reflected a bronze halo in the light, and his face was also solemn, as if the Buddha statue standing in the temple, and his eyes were also looking at Wang Cheng without any emotion. He said in a deep voice: "Wang Cheng, you have a tiger-shaped fist, and I am not afraid of you."

After saying that, Ma Muti rushed forward and took action. He was afraid that if he continued to drag on, he would not have the courage to attack Wang Cheng.

One step, two steps...

In just two steps, Ma Muti came to Wang Cheng. Each step was extremely heavy, leaving two footprints several inches deep on the ground. His fists were swinging, with the sound of wind, which was not fast, but his strength was extremely huge and condensed. He smashed over like a stone.

This is a boxing technique that is completely different from the Chinese martial arts boxing technique. Wang Cheng felt more affirmed in his previous guess. Mamuti's boxing technique was from the Vajra Sect, the Vajra Sect, the master of Master Mingde, rather than the Xingyiquan lineage inherited by the Ma family.

roar……

At that moment, Wang Cheng swung his tiger claws, and with Ma Muti, he fought head-on and punched Ma Muti.

boom……

Suddenly, the two fists and palms intersected, making a huge explosion, and a violent airflow blew out, and everyone around them hurriedly took a step back.

Then, everyone saw Wang Cheng standing still, just sinking more than two inches underground.

However, Mamuti took two steps back by the huge force and returned to the position he had just now. He was also embarrassed and his clothes were shattered, but his expression and aura were even higher. He shouted: "Okay, what a domineering tiger-shaped fist, Wang Cheng, take me another punch."

As he said that, Mamuti rushed up two steps again, his whole body was as if he was angry at King Kong, and his body suddenly swelled again, his steps were extremely heavy, and his fists were filled with blood and strength. They rumbling down, and there was a hint of wind and thunder.

What a domineering Vajra Sect boxing technique!

Wang Cheng's eyes flashed, and the tiger claws attacked again. This time he took full advantage. The tiger claws waved, with a bloodthirsty breath, and a palm was restricted, and directly slapped Mamuti's shoulder.

Bang……

A dull sound.

Mamuti's huge body, like a diamond, was directly beaten and flew out.

Then, Wang Cheng also stomped his feet, followed him and flew out with Ma Muti. The tiger claws roared up again, covering Ma Muti's whole body.

Mamuti suddenly felt that the qi and blood in his body were stagnant, and he was beaten so hard that he could not exert force. The fear in his heart was very depressed. He trembled all over. After the qi and blood dissipated, his body also became smaller and returned to normal. He fell to the ground, feeling very embarrassed, and his skeletal muscles all over his body were stinging.

However, Wang Cheng followed closely, stepped on Ma Muti's side, looking down at the other party, as if a beast was looking at his food, the tiger's claws condensed, and said coldly: "Who did you learn your boxing skills? This is not the Xingyiquan inherited by your Ma family!"

Ma Mu lifted his lips tightly and bit his lips together, without saying a word, lifted his breath, and looked at Wang Cheng with his eyes, not wanting to show weakness to Wang Cheng here.

"Wang Cheng, okay, he has lost, so let's stop here."

At this time, one of the two middle-aged people who came with Ma Muti talked and came up to persuade Wang Cheng, and his tone seemed to be very familiar.

But Wang Cheng didn't take this trick at all. He immediately glanced at the tiger's eyes, and his cold eyes made the other party dare not speak, and said in a deep voice: "I'm asking, please be quiet."

The two middle-aged men in camouflage uniforms looked extremely ugly, but after they were ready to move, they still did not dare to attack Wang Cheng. The power between Wang Cheng's attacks just now shocked them. Wang Cheng could not resist Mamuti's two punches. They knew that they were also delivering food when they came up, so they could only watch quietly.

After seeing the two of them quiet, Wang Cheng looked at Mamuti on the ground again and said coldly: "Answer me. Mamuti, who did you learn your boxing skills?"

Mamuti snorted coldly and said, "Wang Cheng, this is my personal secret. It is impossible to tell you."

"Oh? Private secret, so you can only know your boxing skills, and no one else in your family can do it, right?"

Wang Cheng's eyes were condensed. He heard some information and continued to ask in a cold voice.

Ma Muti's expression changed, then shook his head, knowing that he had let it go, and immediately stopped talking, afraid that he would say something else he accidentally said.

Everyone around him looked quietly. If it was normal, Wang Cheng would not do this kind of thing to ask others about martial arts. After all, everyone's boxing and martial arts are his own. However, it is related to Vajra Sect. Wang Cheng will also go to Vajra Sect soon, so he needs to know more information, so he doesn't care about so much at this time.

What he knows now is that the Vajra Sect was destroyed in the past, and now there are only six people left. Except for the five brothers who went to Africa to start a mercenary business, it seems that the only old monk Mingde is left in the country.

Based on Wang Cheng's attitude towards the five mercenaries, it is impossible to spread the boxing technique. The remaining one may be the old monk Mingde.

If it were the old monk Mingde who passed the boxing technique to Mamuti back then, it would represent a lot of information.

Thinking of this, Wang Cheng's expression became even colder and he was no longer polite. He raised his left foot and acted as he stepped on Ma Muti's knee. This kick was strong and strong. If he stepped on it, the bones of Ma Muti's leg would definitely turn into debris, and it would be difficult to have hope of recovery in his life.

Everyone's expressions changed, including Zhang Shaoyun and Yang Qingyu. Yang Qingyu was about to speak out to stop him, but Wang Cheng's move was too fast and it was too late.

Mamuti is ultimately one of the top ten contestants in the martial arts competition. It represents many warriors in the northwest. Wang Cheng and Mamuti fight privately outside the court was considered to be considered as violating the rules of the martial arts competition. Both of them had to cancel the qualifications for the competition in the arena according to the rules.

If Mamu is removed at this time, it will be a big deal and no one can bear it. If it is reported, I am afraid that Niu Dahai and the old Taoist priest Changhe will not be able to protect Wang Cheng.

Mamudi's expression suddenly turned pale, her whole body trembled for a moment, and she hurriedly shouted: "I'll say, stop."

call……

Wang Cheng's feet stopped above Mamuti's knees, and with a whistle, he was about to touch him. His eyes swept over Mamuti, causing a layer of cold sweat to penetrate Mamuti's whole body.

"Tell me, who did you learn your boxing skills?"

Wang Cheng asked again in a deep voice.

Ma Muti nodded, struggled to stand up quickly, and distanced himself from Wang Cheng before saying in a hurry: "When I was a child, I met an old monk, and it was the boxing technique that the monk taught me."

"What is that old monk's name? Where are the people now?"

Wang Cheng's eyes were condensed and he asked in a deep voice. At the first moment, he thought of the figure of the old monk Mingde in his heart.

Mamuti had already spoken, so he stopped hiding it and said hurriedly: "The master claimed to be the name of Mingde. He was seriously injured at that time. He died after passing it to me. I buried it in my ancestral tomb. Only my father knew about this."

"Monkey Mingde passed away?"

Wang Cheng was shocked all over, and there was a tiger roar in his voice, and he asked again with a hint of disbelief.

Mamuti's face was pale when shocked by the tiger roar, and he hurriedly said with certainty again: "Yes, I won't lie. The Master Mingde has indeed passed away. He was dying at that time and died in less than a month. I buryed him personally, and I will not remember it wrong."

Wang Cheng's eyes carefully stared at Ma Muti's eyes. Seeing that although his expression was nervous and fearful, there was a hint of calmness. It was obviously not like he was lying. He immediately waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I understand. Today's matter has ended here, and I don't want it to spread."

Mamuti agreed again, and he didn't want the incident to spread and everyone knew it. He nodded and said, "Okay, I know how to do it, and I don't want it to spread it, so let's say goodbye."

Wang Cheng nodded, turned around and nodded to Yang Qingyu and Zhang Shaoyun, and got into another car, and the two cars immediately started and left here.

Watching Wang Cheng leave, Ma Muti's expression gradually relaxed, but found that his whole body was wet and his clothes were completely broken. This was the first time he faced Wang Cheng head-on, and then he felt the huge pressure from the bottom of his heart, which was a feeling that people who had never faced it personally could not understand.

He confirmed one thing, that is, Wang Cheng's spirit was too strong!

As the successor of internal martial arts, Mamuti also practiced the boxing technique of Vajra Sect, and his understanding of spirit is beyond the reach of ordinary internal martial arts warriors. He knew that this was the reason why the gap between him and Wang Cheng was too big. Wang Cheng suppressed himself in terms of energy and spirit, and allowed him to exert only 60% to 70% of his strength.

The essence of the spirit is qi and blood and spirit. If the qi and blood are strong and the spirit is stable, the spirit will show a strong strength, which is specifically reflected in strong strength and momentum.

"What a domineering tiger-shaped fist. He has never used tiger-shaped fist. It turns out that he is hiding his weakness and showing people with dragon-shaped fist. However, his dragon-shaped fist is also very powerful. If he practices both dragon-tiger pictogram fists to the peak and merges into one, no one in the world may be his opponent..."

Mamuti is not a person who doesn't know anything. Seeing Wang Cheng's two fierce pictogram fists, he immediately thought of this in his heart and murmured in a low voice: "It seems that I have to find a way to open that place too. Otherwise, I will never have hope of catching up with Wang Cheng, Master Mingde, don't worry, I will definitely not let your inheritance and expectations down..."

After saying that, Mamuti suddenly looked extremely solemnly and folded his hands in the northwest direction, bent down and gave a Buddhist gift of ninety degrees, then turned around and greeted the two middle-aged people, got in the car and left together.

Wang Cheng sat in the car, sitting next to Yang Qingyu, holding Yang Qingyu's hand in one hand and holding the best jadeite with the cathode produced yang in the other hand. A stream of warmth was transmitted into his body, allowing the cold and violent tiger's bloodthirsty murderous intent to gradually calm down, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.

The old monk who passed on to Mamuti's Vajra Sect's boxing technique was called Mingde, and he was already dead that year.

Who is the monk Mingde who passed on to himself the Dragon Elephant Fist? Or isn’t a human?

Wang Cheng frowned, very puzzled. He had never believed in the sayings of ghosts and gods since he was a child, but this matter was very strange. He immediately lost the intention of going to a hotel for dinner. He said to Zhang Shaoyun who was driving: "Shaoyun, go back directly."
Chapter completed!