A stream of blood spurted out from Yang Xi's neck.

She covered her neck tightly. At the moment of death, she finally remembered who this familiar figure was.

"It's you, it's you..." Yang Xi squirted out blood, fell to the ground on his back, and recognized Xiao Yi, but she never had the chance to say it again.

The audience was in an uproar.

"Yang Xi is dead, Yang Xi is actually dead!"

"Oh my God, this kid actually killed Yang Xi."

The people below were talking and shocked.

"He is Doctor Xiao!"

Ding Lin immediately took the opportunity to tell Xiao Yi's identity.

Anyway, Xiao Yi did not show his true face, and these people didn't even know what Xiao Yi's name was.

If you don’t create momentum at this moment, when will you wait?

Today, Xiao Yi became famous in a battle, and their Xiaowu boxing gym will surely become famous in the future. More and more people will come to you, and there will be a lot of money.

If Xiao Yi could kill Mr. Yang and destroy the Yang family, they would be the only one in Tianjin Tianshi. In less than half a month, he would be able to close all the Tai Chi Martial Arts Halls of the Yang family.

The more I think about my future, the more excited Ding Lin becomes.

The choice to follow Xiao Yi was the most correct decision he had ever made.

"This is Doctor Xiao."

"I've seen a real person today."

The people below praised each other and whispered each other, but did not recognize Xiao Yi as a disguised person.

Besides, in their eyes, they were only 30 or 40 years old and echoed with the age of Doctor Xiao.

If someone told them that Doctor Xiao was only 20 years old, they would probably be shocked and their chin fell to the ground.

Mr. Yang on the rostrum had dark eyes, and he looked at Xiao Yi below the stage and killed Siz.

Yang Xi was defeated and died in front of him, which made Old Master Yang feel so angry.

At the Yang family's ancestral home, kill the Yang family's people.

This is not only a provocation, but also a humiliation! Today, if you don’t kill the Yang family’s shame, how will he face the ancestors of the Yang family after his death?

While everyone was talking, Old Master Yang slapped the Grand Master's chair hard, and the bottom suddenly became quiet.

He was about to talk, but there was one faster than him.

"Doctor Xiao, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

At this moment, a vicissitudes of life sounded, and Xiao Yi was stunned.

I saw a white-haired old man standing up slowly from the stage.

He is burly, with a childish hair and a barefoot and white clothes.

It was Lei Yuanjia, one of the eight heavenly kings of the Tianshen Mercenary Company, and Lei Tianwang! When Xiao Yi saw this person, he immediately recognized that he met the Blood Lotus that night.

At that time, the other party was using Bajiquan, and Xiao Yi suspected that this person had something to do with Wu Tao and Zuo Peng, but he didn't expect that it was true.

I saw a huge sound like thunder and earth fire in Lei Yuanjia's body: "I am here this time just to kill you."

His voice was intimidating and resounded throughout the Yang family.

But when I heard it carefully, it was a little inferior to Mr. Yang's voice just now, but even so, everyone under the ring looked at each other.

"This is a master, why do you have to kill Doctor Xiao?"

"You don't know?

Doctor Xiao killed Lei Yuanjia’s two disciples, making his master’s sect a desperate situation.”

"Yes, then this hatred is irreconcilable."

The people below immediately began to popularize these things.

The appearance of Lei Yuanjia undoubtedly made Mr. Yang feel a little relieved.

By the way, the enemy is a friend.

If Xiao Yi died at the hands of Lei Yuanjia, Mr. Yang would be happy.

If you want to blame, it is only because Xiao Yi has offended too many people, and he will be more likely to die.

Ding Lin couldn't help but look solemn at this moment.

Of course, he also knew that Lei Yuanjia's cultivation was very high, so high that it was unfathomable, and he was definitely at the same level as Old Master Yang.

As Lei Yuanjia jumped onto the ring, everyone began to whisper again.

"You said, who would win the two of them?"

"I think the Thunder King will win."

"He is the true successor of Bajiquan."

"This magic doctor Xiao only killed Yang Xi. He killed all small characters, so it's not worth worrying."

"That's right, when you meet a real master, Doctor Xiao is afraid he will be timid."

The people below whispered, and they all disliked Xiao Yi, which made Ding Lin's face look even more ugly.

Who will win?

In his eyes, of course it was Doctor Xiao.

He likes to blindly worship because the people on the ring are not cats or dogs, but Xiao Yi! On the ring, Lei Yuanjia moved.

"Eight Poles and Eight Styles, the First Style, Overlord's Rage!"

As soon as he came up, he was a killer move and his power quickly increased to the maximum.

Instantly, the muscles grew and the tendons and veins were abrupt.

"Awesome, this is the legendary Eight Poles and Eight Styles."

“It is said that the power will become infinitely great.”

Amid the praises of everyone, Lei Yuanjia punched Xiao Yi, like a burning iron hammer, making people frightened.

Use softness to overcome hardness.

"Tai Chi pusher!"

Xiao Yi dared not be careless because Lei Yuanjia was not Wu Tao, nor Zuo Peng.

Different cultivation levels and different powers of the same moves are also different.

The moment the punch hit, Xiao Yi immediately used the soft power of the Tai Chi pusher to remove the power of the punch elsewhere.

"Doctor Xiao practices Tai Chi."

"Isn't the Yang family the Tai Chi family?"

The discussions under the ring were even more lively.

Lei Yuanjia's face suddenly changed and he shouted loudly: "The second style of the Eight-Eight Styles, the Vajra Cauldron!"

Everyone exclaimed again.

Mr. Yang was even more focused and always paid attention to every move in the ring.

There is Tai Chi in literature to help the world, and there is the Baji to determine the universe.

The power of the eight-stage style is definitely not much worse than that of the nine-stage style of Tai Chi. Mr. Yang wants to see what Xiao Yi uses to avoid the attack of Lei Yuanjia.

On the ring, a layer of white mist was covered with Lei Yuanjia's arms.

His Bajiquan speed increased greatly, and his fist wind whistled, as fierce as a Vajra.

The strength of the first style increases, the speed of the second style increases.

For a moment, Lei Yuanjia had the advantage and reached Xiao Yi's chest.

If this hits, Xiao Yi will probably be hit with a bloody hole.

Even Ding Lin clenched his fists secretly, and couldn't help but worry for Xiao Yi.

"Tai Chi Step!"

Xiao Yi was moved too.

His speed is like a lotus growing step by step, and his footsteps are pedaling to the seven stars, making people feel the ancient vicissitudes.

A shock finally flashed across Mr. Yang's face.

He had heard from his subordinates that Xiao Yi knew Tai Chi, and it seemed to be more profound than the Yang family.

Now that I saw it with my own eyes, the horror in his eyes has not dissipated for a long time.

This is the real Tai Chi step, the originator of the Yang family and the master! At this moment, he was sure that Xiao Yi must have complete Tai Chi step formulas and moves in his hand, unlike the Yang family's incompleteness.

Lei Yuanjia was also shocked. Xiao Yi's speed was almost at this level. No wonder his two disciples died at Xiao Yi's hands.

"Boy, take another move from me!"

"The third form, Thousand Ghost Shadows!"

Lei Yuanjia's fists became ghostly, illusory, and fists all over the sky, as if countless fists were attacking Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi was shocked to find that he was surrounded by fist shadows, as fast as lightning.
Chapter completed!