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Since the competition began, the top ten contestants such as Wang Cheng have been almost separated from the outside world. They live in special isolation areas and have relatively high protection standards, so they have almost zero contact with these foreign experts.

The competition has been held so far, it has entered the finals.

Wang Cheng and Zhou Yu will compete in the finals and win the final number one in the world. However, in the eyes of all the masters, the situation is actually very clear. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Wang Cheng can defeat Zhou Yu and get the first place, becoming the first place in the first official martial arts competition since its establishment, and winning the first official title of the world.

However, in the eyes of many overseas masters, the so-called number one in the world is not valuable. Because this is a martial arts competition within the land of China, not a martial arts competition around the world. There are more Chinese masters from all over the world than in China. Especially in Nanyang, whether they are older or younger masters, they are almost all above the land of China.

Therefore, as Situ Xianglong's identity, his attitude towards Wang Cheng was quite good, and he always talked and laughed. Except for the few breathing times in the car, there was no conflict at any other time, just like a friend who was familiar with him.

However, not everyone else is like this.

Wang Cheng and Yang Qingyu had just taken two steps when they were stopped by a young man.

A young man wearing a loose training suit and with a mental buzz cut stepped agilely in front of Wang Cheng, looking at Wang Cheng gently clasped his fists and smiled, "Good luck to you. I'm Zhao Yaoyang."

Wang Cheng let go of Yang Qingyu's hand and looked solemn. He could feel the young man's appearance seemed kind and smiling, but his aura was extremely condensed. His eyes were suppressed with breathing.

He also recognized that Zhao Yaoyang was one of the top ten masters in Nanyang that Zhou Yu mentioned.

Immediately, Wang Cheng also clasped his fists and smiled back, saying, "I dare not take it, I am Wang Cheng of the Wu Shengshan."

Zhao Yaoyang's eyes flashed, and his breath rose even more, like a dragon that was about to fly at any time. There was a bit of inexplicable smell in his smile, and his voice said depressingly: "A few months ago, I heard of your name in Nanyang. I heard that you were very good at medical skills, but I didn't take it seriously. I didn't expect that it was only two or three months. You have such strength when you practice martial arts. Wusheng Mountain martial arts is indeed well-known."

"hehe……"

The other party commented on himself in a high tone, as if the elders were evaluating the younger generation, but he did not mention his origin at all. Wang Cheng was dissatisfied and could only smile and not comment.

The Nanyang family surnamed Zhao has a family that does not belong to the inheritance of national martial arts, but is the inheritance of ancient boxing. The legend is passed down from the lineage of Zhao Kuangyin, Taizu of Song.

The strong aura on Zhao Yaoyang also shows that his internal martial arts is absolutely profound and his foundation is quite deep, and he is definitely above the three internal martial arts.

"I feel a little regretful when I didn't see your master, Senior Changhe. When I came, my grandfather said that I would definitely say hello to Master Changhe. If he has free time next year, he might visit Wusheng Mountain in person."

Zhao Yaoyang looked at Wang Cheng's calm expression. His suppressed breath had almost no effect. He felt a little solemn in his heart, and his tone was still calm.

The tiger in Wang Cheng's body was about to move, feeling a sense of pressure and fighting spirit, just like facing Luo Qingsheng's dragon-shaped fist. He immediately flashed an amber halo in his eyes and said lightly: "Everything is fine for the Master of the Family, thank you for your concern. If Senior Zhao comes, I will definitely welcome you."

"Haha, okay, that's it, and swear by high-fives!"

Zhao Yaoyang's eyes flashed with a flash of light, and he smiled at Wang Cheng, his breathing changed, and he slowly raised his palm.

Huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh hu

The palm was just raised, although it seemed slow, there were immediately wind sounds around him, and there was a faint roar of dragon roar.

This is Zhao's long fist!

That is the so-called Taizu Changquan.

The legend of Taizu Changquan in history was created by Emperor Zhao Kuangyin of the Northern Song Dynasty when he was a general. After he became emperor, he was named Taizu Changquan. This boxing technique is also one of the long-standing internal martial arts in China. There is this boxing technique in Shaolin, called Shaolin Changquan, but I don’t know whether it is authentic or not.

There are also many schools of Taizu Changquan on the land of China.

However, the Zhao family in Nanyang is definitely the authentic inheritance of this Changquan. It is said that its ancestors are the blood of the royal family in the Song Dynasty. The authenticity cannot be determined. However, the Changquan of Zhao family is definitely not small. It is impossible to have a foothold in Nanyang where the situation is complicated by masters for two hundred years, and it is impossible to have no strength.

Wang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and the tiger jumped and moved in his heart, and slowly spoke: "Okay, we will see each other on Wusheng Mountain by then, and we will swear to the high five."

After saying that, Wang Cheng's breathing changed, and the tiger's heartbeat became more rapid, and the tiger's palm slowly stretched out.

roar……

A whistle suddenly rose out of thin air and rose around Wang Cheng.

Yang Qingyu frowned slightly, moved his feet, and took a step back slightly.

Almost everyone around was paying attention to this place. Some people who knew Zhao Yaoyang were looking forward to the result with playful smiles. No matter who lost Wang Cheng or Zhao Yaoyang, it would be a good thing for them.

As one of the top ten young masters in Nanyang, Zhao Yaoyang is definitely not weaker than the top ten players in this martial arts competition. Perhaps his strength is still above most of the top ten players, approaching Wang Cheng's level.

Especially when he practices the Taizu Changquan inherited by Zhao's family, his secret internal skills are still above the three major internal martial arts. His actual skills are also very sharp, and his spirit is extremely concise.

Hundreds of people around were focused on the two of them, and they saw them slowly stretching out their palms, moving very slowly, like slow motion in the movie. The two were only one meter apart, but they took two breaths to get in touch. The time of these two breaths also caused the two to accumulate a large amount of qi and blood to burst out, and you can see that their faces began to turn red.

Bang!

Finally, the two of them clapped their palms together and made a crisp sound, which sounded like an ordinary person's random applause.

However, all around were masters. They knew the dangers between the contact between these palms. If an ordinary person was slapped by this palm, it would probably be impossible to get injured or die on the spot at the worst.

The people standing next to the two could clearly feel a heavy airflow rushing out from the middle, and even vaguely could hear the roar of dragons and tigers.

Many people were shocked. Could it be another battle between dragons and tigers?

Situ Xianglong and several other top masters all looked extremely serious, both looking at Wang Cheng and Zhao Yaoyang.

Because only a few of them know that the reason why the Zhao Taizu Changquan is different from other Changquan is that its boxing techniques have secrets. When the Zhao Taizu Changquan practices in the later stages, it can transform it into a dragon-shaped fist, and its power is far greater than that of ordinary dragon-shaped fist. This later change was created by Song Taizu hundreds of years ago in his later years based on some internal martial arts, and there is no publicization among the people.

Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin was the true dragon emperor who ruled the land of China, and was also the founding hero who created a generation of dynasties. If the boxing technique he created was not Dragon-shaped boxing, would he be willing to pass on it?

Therefore, there are many secrets that ordinary people do not know.

The moment Wang Cheng's palm and Zhao Yaoyang's palm were in contact, he felt a sharp and heavy force pushing over. Unpredictable, almost made him stand unsteadily.

Although Zhou Yu reminded him, Wang Cheng was still a little underestimated by the enemy just now and almost suffered a loss.

Among the young people of the same generation, do they still have this kind of cultivation?

Wang Cheng was surprised. The amber color in his eyes was rich, and he could almost see a tiger jumping shadow from his pupils. This person's strength was above all the top ten other contestants he had encountered.

Especially his internal cultivation, he is not much weaker than his strange adventures.

This may be the top master trained by a family with a deep foundation. The ten or twenty years of internal cultivation are definitely not a small matter. If it weren't for his many magical breakthroughs since he entered the Wusheng Mountain, he would probably have to practice at least ten years to catch up with such a master.

Huhuhuhuhu...

Respiration changes.

Wang Cheng was shocked, his feet condensed, and he did not turn into Earth Evil boxing. He still used the nine styles of tigers to deal with it. In his heart, the true intention of the tiger was firm and he was determined to nurturing the true intention of the tiger into a great success in a short period of time. Therefore, if necessary, he would resolutely use the nine styles of tigers to fight the enemy.

Before, when he faced Na Luo Qingsheng, it was a necessary moment, so he turned into Earth Evil Fist and used the earth to pulsate against the enemy. Now Zhao Yaoyang does not have to let him integrate Earth Evil Fist, but it is a good opportunity to temper the true meaning of the tiger.

roar……

There seemed to be another tiger roar rising around him.

Wang Cheng's figure condensed, and the force of his palm increased instantly, causing Zhao Yaoyang on the opposite side to shake his whole body slightly, and his palm trembled, almost unable to resist.

So strong!

Zhao Yaoyang had only this idea in his mind at this time, so he didn't have time to think about anything else.

It is better to meet than to be famous. Even though he has seen Wang Cheng's strength in the ring these days, Zhao Yaoyang has never regarded Wang Cheng as a great enemy who can fight against him. Only when he really fought at this time did he realize that Wang Cheng's strength exceeded his imagination and beyond the strength he showed on the ring.

call……

Zhao Yaoyang took another breath in a hurry, then his body shook and a dragon roar sounded. His bones were crackling and brittle, especially the bones of his spine, and his body bounced like a spring, and then a huge force emerged from the bones of the spine and was instantly transmitted to his hands through his muscles and bones.

A huge force immediately suppressed it, and Wang Cheng immediately felt the changes of Zhao Yaoyang. After practicing the True Dragon Fist, he naturally knew the skills of exerting force on the spine bones. He immediately roared wildly in his heart again without any fear. The tiger's heart almost flew up, and the qi and blood in his body were boiling at high speed. A trace of blood in his blood gradually penetrated into the bone tendons.

This is the use of qi and blood to directly temper the bones and tendons and veins.

call……

This change instantly made Wang Cheng take a deep breath, and the qi and blood flow all over his body. Then the bones of his body also vibrated, and a powerful force hit him again.

So what about Zhao's Dragon-shaped Fist?

I have a tiger in my heart, and a tiger can beat a real dragon!

Wang Cheng's eyes were full of amber halo, and his feet instantly smashed the floor to pieces. He once again condensed a huge force.

Bang!

finally.

A crisp sound rang clearly in everyone's ears.

This was the sound of Zhao Yaoyang being pushed back by Wang Cheng's huge force and shattering the floor. At this time, he was trembling all over his body. The blood on his body was suppressed and he became depressed.

This pusher seems to be a competition of strength, but internal experts know that the two have just experienced a comprehensive competition of energy and strength.

The result was that Zhao Yaoyang's dragon-shaped fist spirit was completely suppressed by Wang Cheng's nine-style spirit of the tiger.

The tiger defeated the real dragon!

A smile spilled out of Wang Cheng's mouth, his whole aura was high again, and the qi and blood in his body seemed to be about to burn, and a hot whirlwind almost automatically rose around his body. A tiger in his heart flew up instantly and then disappeared into his consciousness.

Immediately afterwards, a tingling pain came from every inch of muscle and bone in Wang Cheng's body, and his whole body stiffened for a moment. Then he groaned, and a force burst out again, pushing Zhao Yaoyang back again.

Zhao Yaoyang was also suppressed and groaned, but he had no choice but to push back again, his expression was incredible. He was not sure that Wang Cheng could burst out with two such huge forces one after another, but his spirit became more and more high. He was almost unable to resist it because he suppressed it.

He knew that he had lost.

Zhao Yaoyang, one of the top ten masters in Nanyang, lost to Wang Cheng, the disciple of Wusheng Mountain in mainland China.

In the first battle with Nanyang, Wang Cheng completely won.

Many masters around Nanyang looked strange, especially Situ Xianglong and others, staring at Wang Cheng with surprise, as if they saw something magical happening.

Wang Cheng's hair was erect, his skin was red all over his body, and a slight tingling pain was clearly transmitted from his internal organs. His whole body was extremely hot, and a wave of heat rushed around.

This is a magical change in the Nine Styles of the Tiger. The qi and blood of the whole body are tempering the bones, tendons, veins and internal organs.
To be continued...