"Dragon Fist!"

Lin Qi's eyes also flashed with an amber halo, and a bloodthirsty light overflowed. His expression moved, almost swallowing Wang Cheng, and said lightly: "Slaying dragons is also my favorite. @Wang Cheng, take it."

"Hmph, it's not certain whoever kills anyone!"

Wang Cheng snorted coldly, his eyes flashed with indifference. He obviously wanted to defeat the other party, so as to increase his true meaning of dragon-shaped boxing and accumulate the boxing artistic conception in his heart!

The last time he defeated the Dragon-shaped Fist of the Zhao family heir, he gained a lot. If he could defeat the Tiger-shaped Fist of Ninggang Condensed this time, the harvest would definitely be even greater.

hold head high……

A dragon roar rose up.

Wang Cheng chose to take the initiative this time, which was his usual style. Before he finished speaking, he took one step and the second step of the divine elephant. He saw his kick directly stomping a small pit on the ground, and a punch whistled up. The breath surged around him and flowed all over his body, and almost condensed the image of a real dragon.

However, it was a little bit worse after all, and this little bit was the biggest gap. Otherwise, Wang Cheng might have directly condensed the power of a true dragon, as strong as the power of a tiger. But he himself knew that he was still a little far from the power of a true dragon, after all, he had not even realized much of the true meaning of the dragon shape in his heart.

A dragon fist attacked.

Lin Qi made another move of Tiger Fist and Wang Cheng head-on. With the sound of the tiger roar, he also let out a low roar to cooperate. The sound and Tiger roar were merged into one, regardless of each other, which enhanced the momentum of the fist, and the Qi of the fist condensed into substance.

boom……

With another roar, the roar of dragons and tigers continued to echo around each other.

The dragon and tiger were fighting each other, and the breath was shooting everywhere. Everyone felt the eardrums roaring, and the airflow was blowing Wen Jiancheng almost stood unsteadily.

Colonel Zhang was frightened. Unexpectedly, Wang Cheng's strength was almost the same as Lin Qi. He knew that he had been reckless just now. He immediately hurriedly protected Wen Jiancheng behind him and left the yard. Standing at the door, Wen Jiancheng's expression was a little better. As an ordinary person, he almost fainted by the collision of the two of them. He became more determined about the idea of ​​asking Wang Cheng to be an instructor.

In the field, Lin Qi and Wang Cheng took a step back again. Both of them fell into the ground for more than two inches.

When Lin Qi was about to speak, Wang Cheng, who had just stood firm, suddenly exerted force again, stomped his feet, and fell into the ground at the same time, the soil flew, and stepped on the third step of the divine elephant!

When the tiger's nine-stage style was completed, the Qi and blood were too strong, and he could hardly step on the third step of the divine elephant step, because the Qi and blood would burst the heart and blood. Now, based on the True Dragon Fist technique that he had just started, he could step on the third step of the divine elephant step.

Moreover, with the help of the True Dragon Fist technique, Wang Cheng made a punch in one step.

This is the power of advanced boxing. Just a skill of exerting force quickly seems nothing great. But the more masters fight, the greater the effect it shows, and the faster the opponent is, it can almost be said to be a direct decision on the outcome.

This time, Lin Qi was really shocked. The amber color in his eyes almost disappeared, and the true meaning of the tiger was suppressed by the dragon-shaped boxing technique. However, he was also calm in the face of danger. After all, he was a strong figure who had been hitting this position step by step from a soldier, and his psychological quality was absolutely strong.

At the critical moment, he gave up the tiger-shaped fist in an instant, and turned half a circle while retreating. He drew half a circle under his feet, and he stepped out the Tai Chi stud technique, but his fist roared, and his fist was like a big gun.

It’s the drilling fist of Xingyiquan!

The most suitable boxing technique for fighting on the battlefield is this Xingyiquan. He even brought together two completely different national martial arts techniques, Tai Chi and Xingyi, without any obstacles. It can be seen that his martial arts background is extremely profound and he is proficient in the essence of national martial arts techniques in various schools.

Lin Qi's body shook, like a big gun, and his strength condensed on his fist in the blink of an eye. The fist turned into a spear and pierced the air, leaving behind a sharp whistling for a lifetime. Unfortunately, he could not condense the energy in the end.

After all, Tiger Fist is his strongest, but his Chinese martial arts and boxing skills are definitely powerful enough to be at the late stage of the Hudan realm.

Bang!

It was just a crisp sound, without the huge movement of the dragon and tiger colliding just now.

The moment Lin Qi and Wang Cheng's dragon fist came into contact, his face changed drastically, his whole body shook, and the strength of his fist was broken. Then he stomped his feet and hurriedly retreated. His entire arm of his right hand could no longer move. He was dislocated by the huge impact of Wang Cheng's fist, and his skeletal muscles were also damaged.

He retreated, and Wang Cheng took a step and chased him!

After two steps, Wang Cheng's fist stopped in front of Lin Qi. A dragon-shaped aura hit Lin Qi's face, causing a trace of blood to slowly overflow from his breath. He was obviously injured. The tiger's aura almost disappeared completely. Because of the failure, the tiger fled.

On the other hand, Wang Cheng's dragon-shaped aura was even more concentrated, and his spirit was rising. Although his fists almost lost consciousness, he still looked down at Lin Qi and said indifferently: "You are defeated, Instructor Lin."

When talking about the three words "Instructor Daolin", Wang Cheng's tone became stronger, allowing the other party to know his identity.

Lin Qi's face became even more ugly, almost ashen. Looking at the still fist in front of him, his expression was open and he said in a deep voice: "The first martial arts champion since the founding of the People's Republic of China is indeed a famous Wuxu Scholar. He has such a deep attainment in both the dragon and tiger fist. Lin Qi is convinced!"

"oh?"

Wang Cheng looked at Lin Qi in surprise and slowly withdrew his fist. The other party admitted his defeat so calmly that he was not used to it, who had seen Taekwondo and the Japanese masters who acted like candy, and his voice immediately became eased, and he said, "Since you have seen the fist, let's leave, I won't give it away."

As a soldier, Lin Qi acted decisively and immediately clasped his fists at Wang Cheng and said, "Thank you for your advice, who do you plan to hand over that tiger?"

Wang Cheng knew that Lin Qi had not given up on the tiger yet, and slowly adjusted his breath in his heart. A halo flashed in his eyes and said, "I will go to Sun's house for dinner tomorrow. I plan to use this tiger as a meeting gift. If Instructor Lin has time..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lin Qi: "Okay, I will definitely arrive tomorrow night, say goodbye!"

After saying that, Lin Qi turned around and nodded to Wen Jiancheng and Colonel Zhang. Without saying anything to the two, he took a step away directly. Obviously, he was not really with them.

After walking out of the door, he got into the car and hurriedly asked his subordinates to drive away. His expression quickly became depressed, and a mouthful of blood was vomited into the car.

Pictogram boxing focuses most on form and intention. In fact, this is also the origin of the name of the Chinese martial arts boxing Xingyiquan. The two words "form, meaning" actually tell the essence of martial arts. However, pictogram boxing is more real than Xingyiquan, because masters who practice pictogram boxing really integrate the true meaning of boxing into their own spirit. Once they are defeated by their opponent's pictogram boxing, the whole person's spirit will be damaged, and the winner will have some benefits.

It is like a beast in the jungle kills another beast and accumulates ferociousness. Soldiers who have been fighting on the battlefield for many years also have a momentum of being angry and being powerful. Soldiers who see blood are completely different from soldiers who have never seen blood.

Lin Qi was defeated by Wang Cheng today, and the true meaning of the tiger in his heart became waning, and it took a long time to recover. Therefore, he was more like getting the jade tiger from Wang Cheng's hand, which not only allowed him to recover from his injuries quickly. It may also allow him to go further and completely stabilize the tiger-shaped fist of the Gangqi realm.

At this moment, Wang Cheng's entire energy became extremely sufficient. After watching Lin Qi leave, he looked at Wen Jiancheng without saying anything. He just looked at the other person like this. Wen Jiancheng and Colonel Zhang, whose true intentions were suppressed, were sweating on their foreheads.

Wen Jiancheng looked at Wang Cheng and frowned and said, "Wang Cheng, you are a martial arts genius who has never been out of thousands of years. So I still hope you will consider my proposal. If you believe me, I will never give up at all."

At this moment, Colonel Zhang didn't dare to speak much when he saw Wang Cheng, but his expression was solemn and serious. At this moment, he also knew the reason why Wen Jiancheng came to find Wang Cheng.

In some aspects, Wang Cheng is indeed irreplaceable.

Wang Cheng didn't think much about it, and shook his head on the spot and said, "Thank you, General Wen, for trusting me so much, but I don't believe in myself, so I'm sorry."

Wang Cheng absolutely does not want to be involved in the military field.

Wen Jiancheng sighed. Seeing that Wang Cheng was so determined, he didn't say much. He immediately clasped his fists at Wang Cheng, then turned around and left.

Colonel Zhang thought about it, and solemnly clasped his fists at Wang Cheng and whispered: "I offended you just now, forgive me." After that, he hurriedly followed Wen Jiancheng and left here.

Wang Cheng watched them disappear at the door, and after getting into the car and leaving, he turned around and walked inside. Every time he took a step, he vomited a mouthful of blood, his face was pale, but the golden color in his eyes became even stronger.

After killing tigers in this battle, coupled with the last time he defeated the Zhao family successor and his own experience of killing his own tiger, he truly condensed the true meaning of dragon fist of the True Dragon Fist, and a prototype of a true dragon appeared in his heart.

When Zhang Shaoyun saw this scene, he was shocked and hurriedly came up to hold the arm of his master Wang Cheng and whispered: "Master, are you injured?"

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

Wang Cheng took a few quick breaths, and his face looked a little better. His body and bones were slightly different from before. He became lighter while walking. He reached out and pushed Zhang Shaoyun away, shook his head and said, "It's okay, a little bit of injury, it will be better in a day."

Since Zhang Shaoyun joined Wang Cheng's sect, he really felt that he was a waste. He couldn't help during the fight and did not know any medical skills. He just had some money at home, but he was useless to Wang Cheng. He could only agree and said, "I'll call my master's wife."

Wang Cheng hurriedly pressed the guy's shoulder and said in a deep voice: "What's the mess? Clean up the place and have a meal later."

Zhang Shaoyun said oh, knowing that the master didn't want Yang Qingyu to know, he immediately smiled bitterly, feeling that his brain was not enough, so he could only call Liu Shicheng and clean up the place together. It would be enough to do something purely dedicated.

In the fight with Lin Qi just now, Wang Cheng defeated Lin Qi, slaughtered the tiger, and condensed the true meaning of the dragon fist. But in fact, Wang Cheng also suffered a considerable internal injury. The true dragon fist technique was extremely domineering. With the blessing of the steps of the divine elephant, the qi and blood surged in retrograde, and the heart almost couldn't stand it.

You also need to understand more of the mystery of the True Dragon so that his body can bear it.

Fortunately, after repeated tempering, the body's bones, tendons, veins and internal organs have become much stronger, so Wang Cheng just vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and he only needed to carry more than a dozen breaths of qi and blood, and he almost recovered.

After looking at the jade tiger on the table, Wang Cheng wrapped it up with a piece of cloth and asked Yang Qingyu and Wang Ying to come out to have dinner together. Wang Ying only became a little more lively when she was with Wang Cheng. When there were others, she would become quiet and silent, so she was next to Wang Cheng at the dinner table.

The martial arts competition on the other side has completely ended, and the top contestants from major regions have also returned to the base one after another to pack up their things and leave, completely ending the martial arts competition journey and meeting top experts of their generation from all over the country.

Because Wang Cheng had to go north to Daxue Mountain, he had to stay in the capital for a few more days.

Therefore, most of the top players from all regions who have left here personally come to Wang Cheng to say goodbye, and want to have a good relationship with Wang Cheng, the champion of the same class. After all, there are many friends and multiple ways, let alone such a strong friend.

Wang Cheng also responded one by one, and refused everyone. Because he rarely drank, he used tea to say goodbye to the young heroes who visited.

After a social event, dozens of young masters left Wang Cheng one after another, it was already afternoon. In order to prevent Wang Ying from being exposed to more people, Wang Cheng asked her and Yang Qingyu to study the secret scriptures of Tianpeng inside, practice the True Dragon Boxing outside, and send away the young masters who come to visit one by one.

Among the top ten masters, only Shaolin, Wudang, Chen family and Li Shengyang, who was still in the treatment, did not come to see Wang Cheng. The other six people met Wang Cheng before leaving, including the cold talk with Wang Cheng, and the hard Zhou Yu was the same.

In the evening, the sun hangs on the horizon, and the remaining red light shrouds the earth, making everything on the ground red.

The contestants' base of the competition had become empty at this time. At this time, a nimble black figure quickly walked over from a distance. His steps seemed to be neither fast nor slow, but his speed was very fast and weird. He quickly came to the outside of the yard where Wang Cheng lived. Without knocking on the door, he pulled out a blade from his waist and waved it on the spot behind a rockery.

The sword light flashed, and the figures were flying through it, as if they were dancing, but the danger was definitely not something ordinary people could imagine.

Wang Cheng, who was practicing True Dragon Fist in the yard, suddenly stopped moving, his ears trembled, and he heard the sound of the blade breaking through the air. He was slightly shocked, and his eyes looked in that direction. After a little struggle, he still walked out slowly.

Standing at the door, Wang Cheng saw the black figure not far away at a glance. Her knife was even more swift and sharp, and a little domineering. In this dusk, it became easy to be ignored.

The situation that night flashed through his mind at the same time.
Chapter completed!