He immediately withdrew his palm and clasped his fists at Zhao Yaoyang and said, "I'll give in. Next year I'll wait for Brother Zhao and the senior of the Zhao family in Wusheng Mountain."

Zhao Yaoyang frowned in a ball, and his two sharp eyebrows were almost connected together. Because he also practiced advanced pictogram boxing, he also saw what was happening to Wang Cheng. He immediately looked extremely solemn, clasped his fists gently, and said solemnly: "I have learned about it. I have learned about your martial arts today. I will definitely go to Wusheng Mountain again next year."

Both of them smiled a little, then turned around and left, stopping talking.

Yang Qingyu hurried to Wang Cheng's side in two steps, and immediately felt a heat coming to his face. He was shocked and asked in a low voice in his heart, "Wang Cheng, are you okay?"

Wang Cheng smiled slightly and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine now."

Indeed, he is very good now.

The word that has existed since ancient times, Wang Cheng now knows that there is such a connotation in this word, which contains the supreme mystery of the two eponymous fists of dragon and tiger.

After defeating the dragon-shaped boxing masters, especially the two masters Luo Qingsheng and Zhao Yaoyang just now, he truly felt that if the tiger's true intention is to truly achieve great success, it is necessary to kill the dragon.

Only by slaying dragons can the true meaning of the tiger in your heart truly grow up and achieve a comprehensive breakthrough in your spirit.

Just now, he successfully slayed the dragon again, and the true intention of the tiger in his heart was officially completed, and then he disappeared directly and completely integrated into himself.

At this point, Wang Cheng had no more tigers in his heart. He stepped into the realm of being himself and being a tiger. The tiger's heartbeat also undergoes tremendous changes. He operated the qi and blood of the whole body in a wonderful state, tempered every inch of muscles, blood, veins, bones and internal organs in his body, and developed towards a real tiger.

This is also the power of the real nine-style tiger style.

In the eyes of the masters around, Wang Cheng almost completely changed into a tiger at this time. Every move exudes danger and will choose people to eat at any time. Some people who just wanted to provoke quickly changed their attention and no longer approached Wang Cheng.

However, a middle-aged man slowly came to the chair opposite Wang Cheng and sat down, holding a glass of white wine in his hand, staring at Wang Cheng with a smile: "Zhao Yaoyang of the Zhao family is a master who has comprehended the Dragon-shaped Fist. He has been rampant in Nanyang for a while, but he didn't expect to be defeated by Wang Cheng, you."

Wang Cheng was now a tiger, and he was aggressive when facing everyone and would not show any weakness. So he immediately said coldly: "Who are you?"

A cold light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he instinctively sternly said: "Kuan Zai-in, who did you hurt, is my son. Who do you think I am?"

"The power is far away?"
Chapter completed!