beauty hunter

Chapter 102: The internal and external hatred

Sun Siyuan still smiled slightly: "Ms. Xi is very clever, I almost couldn't stop it."

Xi Zhen's pretty face turned cold: "Come again!"

"Enough!" Yuan He suddenly shouted, "Hide it deep, you are not his opponent, retreat!"

"I..." Xi Zhen wanted to speak.

One person stood up and said lightly: "I'll do it."

Wen Yan and Sun Siyuan looked at the same time. He was born with sword-like eyebrows, wide shoulders, thin waist, and handsome face. Moreover, he looked calm and confident in his expression, obviously he was quite confident in his strength.

Although Xi Zhen was angry, when he saw him get up, he had to pout and retreat back to his seat.

The man walked to the opposite of Sun Siyuan and said calmly: "It seems that it is Yan Qing's fist routine. He uses small punches. It is not wise to compete with you for quickness and agility."

Sun Siyuan was slightly surprised: "Good vision, but my boxing skills are inherited from family, not Yan Qing boxing."

The man nodded and said, "There are many types of boxing techniques, it's not surprising to read it wrong. I am Wu Qinghe, the eldest disciple of my family master, please give me some advice."

Sun Siyuan smiled slightly and said, "The head of the five tigers in Changhe Daoist, it is my honor to fight you."

Wu Qinghe started to act: "Come!"

This time, Sun Siyuan didn't wait any longer, and his footsteps moved quickly and approached quickly with a rapid and rapid appearance that was not similar to his gentle appearance. He quickly fisted out!

Wu Qinghe took the other party's way of playing the game, and he had no intention of taking the lead.

Wen Yan, who was beside him, felt secretly applauding in his heart.

This guy hasn't figured out Sun Siyuan's foundation yet, so he dared not fight back casually, and made a wise choice.

On the other hand, Sun Siyuan also left some room for each punch and kick, and seemed to be testing the other party's reality.

After more than ten attacks, Wu Qinghe suddenly sank into his body and swung his fist, and suddenly counterattacked when the opponent's attack was fruitless.

Sun Siyuan looked unhappy at all, and took two steps back to avoid the other party's punch.

The second fist of Wuqing River arrived like a flying speed.

Sun Siyuan quickly put his hands on his chest, blocking the opponent's fist steadily, and retreated three steps in a row before he stood firmly with the stent, showing a slight surprise.

This surname is Wu, so powerful!

Wuqing River followed like a shadow.

At this point, everyone could see that he had seen the opponent's background clearly and wanted to win with his strength.

Sun Siyuan was still not panicked, and his footsteps were about to move again, but suddenly he shouted behind him: "Crazy!" He was pulled by someone, and he was stunned and sinking in his body. He wanted to stabilize his body, but he knew that the force on his shoulder was amazing.

I staggered and fell down, almost sitting on the ground. Fortunately, I adjusted my body in time and stood firm again.

Wu Qinghe was firing out his third punch like lightning. Suddenly, Wen Yan pulled Sun Siyuan away, then faced him forward, swinging his right fist at the same speed and angle.

Although he was surprised and not afraid, he hummed in his heart.

In a head-on battle, no one in the entire martial arts school can compete with him except Yuan He and Zhang Cang, who specializes in power!

Pang!

The two fists intersected, Wen Yan stood firmly, but Wu Qinghe retreated repeatedly, and actually retreated to the wall, and hit the wooden wall with a "bang".

Yuan He turned his head in shock and saw that his proud disciple's right arm was soft and his five fingers were naturally opened, but his face was full of disbelief: "What a lot of strength!"

Everyone, including Yuan He, was speechless and could not speak for a moment.

Wu Qinghe is gifted and has super power. He can compete with him for strength and win. How strong does this little four-eyed person have?

Wen Yan frowned and shook his right hand: "You are not weak."

Yuan He suddenly stood up and strode to him: "Let me learn how powerful you are!"

Wen Yan took off his glasses and threw them back. When Sun Siyuan caught them consciously, he moved his hands and feet and stood naturally, and his eyes suddenly flashed.

"Come!"

Yuan He is definitely not weak in his ability to teach an apprentice like Wu Qinghe and is indeed qualified to fight him.

Yuan He stood with his feet on his outer horoscope, and his fists formed a force.

Wu Qinghe retreated to his seat and took several deep breaths before he could suppress the chest tightness caused by the impact of force.

Zheng Qianshan next to him whispered: "Is it okay?"

Wu Qinghe shook his head and said, "It's okay, but I have to rest in the past two days."

Zheng Qianshan said in surprise: "So amazing?"

Wu Qinghe frowned and said, "I don't know what's going on. After fighting with him, I lost all my arm and now I even clenched my fists."

Zheng Qianshan thought that the other party was too strong to cause this result, so he couldn't even close his mouth.

Little did he know that Wen Yan used some skills when he punched, which affected Wu Qinghe's pulse. The latter can still move normally now and has no hemiplegia. Thanks to his very good martial arts foundation.

The footsteps burst out.

When Zheng Qianshan turned around and saw Yuan He strode three meters away, his fist was like the wind, and his fist fell like a mountain to attack Wen Yan's face!

call!

The fist is filled with the sound of wind, and the momentum alone is overwhelming.

Wen Yan smiled with his teeth, suddenly raised his left hand, grabbed the other party's fist accurately, and actually stopped the fist, swinging it lightly at the same time.

Yuan He didn't even think about it and blocked it with his left hand.

flutter!

Yuan He's whole body tilted to the right and almost fell to the ground.

The other party's seemingly powerless punch suddenly increased his strength when it was intersecting, which made him unprepared for a moment and immediately suffered a loss.

Wen Yan still grabbed his fist with his left hand, sneered slightly at the corner of his mouth, and swung his right fist again.

Yuan He twitched his right hand, but he didn't pull it out. His eyes flashed immediately, and his left arm was scattered again.

Pang!

Yuan He groaned, and his whole right was tilted again. This time, Wen Yan didn't wait for him to come back to his senses, and smashed his right fist one after another. Yuan He blocked five or six punches in a row, and finally couldn't withstand the seventh punch.

, beaten to the ground.

But Wen Yan's left hand still did not let go of Yuan He's right fist, and he lifted it up, and swung his right fist again!

Yuan He suddenly shouted, and his right fist turned, and he successfully pulled out of Wen Yan's hand. He leaned back at the same time, avoiding Wen Yan's right fist and kicked him with a bare right foot.

On Wen Yan's lower abdomen.

Pang!

Wen Yan took a slight step back.

Yuan He, who succeeded, let out another muffled groan, stepped back to two meters away before he stood firm with his stance, his expression was shocked: "Internal Fist?"

"Know the goods!" Wen Yan's expression became solemn for the first time, "Although I was careless, it's not easy for you to hit me, let's do it again!"

Yuan He's face changed a few times, and he finally said dejectedly: "No, I lost."

Everyone changed their qualities at the same time and stood up one after another: "Master!"

In their opinion, both sides won and lost each other, not to the point of admitting defeat!

Wen Yan was also very surprised. He was used to hearing Mi Ting's bad words about Changhe Daoist, but he never thought that Yuan He was a person who dared to admit defeat!

Yuan He shouted coldly: "Losing means losing, there is nothing to blame! I can get involved with him for a while, but internal martial arts wins because of their strong momentum. The longer I fight, the more I suffer."

The disciples looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Yuan He calmed down and said in a deep voice: "You can leave now. The holiday between Zhang Cang and you will be written off from now on. I promise you that he will not raise trouble on you in the future."

Wen Yan frowned: "You seem to have made something wrong."

"What?" Yuan He was slightly stunned. He had already admitted that he lost and was defeated, but the other party seemed to refuse to give up.

"I'm here because you angered me." Wen Yan said lightly, "Now my anger has not subsided yet, do you let me go?"

"Don't go too far!" Xi Zhen, who was standing beside him, said angrily.

"The Changhe Daoistry has not yet admitted that it has lost. I advise you to stop when you see it is better." Zheng Qianshan also said coldly.

"If..." Wen Yan said slowly, "I don't like to stop when I see it?"

Hula, more than ten people from the gym stepped forward at the same time and surrounded him.

"Wen, no matter how powerful you are, you can beat more than ten of us?" Zheng Qianshan sneered.

Wen Yan glanced at him and smiled hoarsely.

Pang!

Yuan He kicked an apprentice with a sudden kick.

"Master...Master!" Zheng Qianshan next to him was shocked.

"Get out! It's embarrassing!" Yuan He's face was terrifying.

Wu Qinghe winked, and everyone had no choice but to disperse and followed him out of the room.

"What do you want?" Yuan He said in a deep voice after everyone left.

"Kneel down and kowtow three times." Wen Yan said lightly, "I'll let you go."

"You!" Yuan He almost burst his cerebral blood vessels.

This guy is too much!

"Or give me the information I need." Wen Yan changed his mind.

Yuan He's anger turned into shock in an instant.

thing?

Wen Yan stared at him: "Who is the person who taught you the 'Vajra Fist'?"

Before Yuan He took action, he would definitely accept the apology and admit defeat from the owner of the museum, but as soon as he fought, he was shocked to find that things suddenly became complicated.

Before leaving the South China Sea, he never forgot what the old man said.

He didn't encounter the sequelae of the dispute between internal and external martial arts decades ago. Since he encountered it, he could not ignore it.

Yuan He was slightly shocked and then returned to normal: "I learned the authentic Tong'an Long Fist, I don't know what Vajra and Silver Strong!"

Wen Yan turned around and left.

Yuan He watched him leave in shock.

This guy just left?

Down the stairs on the fourth floor, Sun Siyuan couldn't help asking, "I thought you would die and force him to say it."

"Threat is just a way. This guy is very strong-willed and useless." Wen Yan walked slowly, "If you continue, the only result is to kill the death, because he can't kowtow to me. This kind of hard work and ineffective thing is willing to do

It's an idiot."

The two of them walked to the first floor while talking, and were still on the stairs. Suddenly, they heard an angry shout from below: "Say it again!"

A male voice in awkward Chinese voice rang: "I said, I'll kick the restaurant!"

When Wen and Sun looked at each other, they saw several fellow Taoist brothers led by Zheng Qianshan who were blocking the hall on the first floor. Opposite were four or five men wearing vests and trousers. Although they looked similar to those of Z, they still had their own eyes.

It can be seen that it is not a Chinese.

Zheng Qianshan was furious and laughed back, siring: "There are rules for kicking a restaurant. If the Zhan Shu is not handed over, you are too ignorant of the rules!"

The man who led the other party looked muffled: "Z people are really troublesome, it's boring!" As soon as the word "Mo" fell, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed it on Zheng Qianshan's left shoulder.

Zheng Qianshan's shoulders shook, avoiding the other party's push, and shouted: "Someone is causing trouble, please surround me!"

Huh, more than a dozen disciples of the gym surrounded four or five people.

Wen Yan and Sun Siyuan walked around them at this time, and the former smiled slightly.

It seems that the number of people surrounds less is the habit of this museum.

Thousands of junior students in the hall stopped practicing and looked excitedly at the point where something happened.

Sun Siyuan lowered his voice: "These people are learning Muay Thai!"