"Why, my virtuous niece, you also want to spar with my uncle? If it were Junior Brother Wang here, I would naturally apologize. However, although my niece has practiced unparalleled power, after all, she has not realized the beauty of hardness and softness, but she is not necessarily good enough.

You should compare your qualifications with me."

Having said that, Luo Wei actually felt a little uneasy.

What did Junior Brother Wang’s daughter eat when she grew up?

His strength is simply overwhelming.

His secret strength was so great that his hardness and softness were transformed into nothingness. After receiving those two hammers, his bones were almost shattered.

I heard that the other party had just entered Mingjin, which was quite remarkable.

Fortunately, her movement skills and shooting speed are still a little behind Huo Hou.

As long as she avoids its sharp edge, there is nothing she can do.

It's not that it's impossible to win.

The most surprising thing is actually not Wang Jingya.

She is famous for her extraordinary talent and a martial arts fanatic. She started practicing martial arts at the age of six and has been practicing for fifteen or sixteen years now. Such achievements are not unacceptable.

However, that kid must be only seventeen or eighteen years old. He has not met a master in his youth... He probably hasn't practiced boxing for a long time. However, he has already perfected his boxing skills and successfully forged his bones.

This is frightening.

Especially this time, he seemed to have made a grudge, but failed to kill him.

…

Luo Wei looked gloomy and spoke out, but his eyes quietly stayed on Zhang Kun for a while.

'After all, he missed a move and was struck by a lightning strike in the chest. The tenderness penetrated his heart and his energy was lingering. Even if he recovers from his injuries, it will be very difficult for him to make progress in the future.'

'What a pity, what a pity...'

Luo Wei was thinking in his mind and took another look at his son.

At this time, Luo Qi had fallen into a coma. The bone stubbles on his ankles were staggered and randomly protruding out of the muscles and skin. Some broken bones were scattered on the ground with blood stains...

This leg is obviously useless. No matter how skilled the doctor is, he can't restore it to its original appearance.

"My son..."

Luo Wei felt a pain in his heart and looked at Zhang Kun with a more gloomy look, obviously filled with hatred.

He understood clearly that Luo Qi's injuries were not just external injuries.

The sternum was broken, the internal organs were shaken, and the damage to his blood and energy should not be underestimated.

If the rescue is delayed, it may even endanger life.

Thinking of this, he bowed his hands to Qi Fulin and Hong Huatong, who had just stood up from the Grand Master's chair in shock, "Two senior brothers, my son is seriously injured and needs immediate treatment, so he left first and stayed with me."

After saying that, he hugged Luo Qi and ran to the backyard of the escort agency.

Wang Jingya stood there, opening her mouth to speak, but there was no one in front of her.

The opponent is his uncle, the great boxer An Jin, and his body skills are very fast.

"Are you okay?"

Wang Jingya stood in the field with a pair of hammers and a murderous look. She glanced at the bodyguards and assassins around her, snorted angrily, and turned to ask about Zhang Kun's injury.

The punches of the great master An Jin are not so easy to catch.

Although she couldn't see clearly, she vaguely felt that Zhang Kun seemed to have been hit by a trick.

"It's nothing serious."

Zhang Kun let out a long breath, and a trace of bloody smell drifted away in the wind.

He smiled and replied, the bloodshot eyes slowly dissipating, and he just looked at the direction Luo Wei and Luo Qi were leaving, thoughtfully.

'It turns out that this is dark energy, which lingers into the bones, penetrates and shocks, and its lethality is more than twice as strong as Ming Jin.'

As for the opponent's strength, he had taken several moves with his own hands before, and estimated that he should be in the 30th level of physical fitness, with a strength of around 600 kilograms.

I exerted my strength casually and was about 150 pounds stronger than myself.

Faced with such a huge power gap...

It's normal if you can't handle it yourself.

What's more, that old guy's agility is better than mine.

Although it's not much stronger, it still reaches the level of 24 or 25 points.

It is very easy to run 100 meters for more than seven seconds, and the shooting speed is extremely fast.

These are actually pretty good.

The most important thing is that the punch power of Master An Jin is both hard and soft. It not only hurts the skin, flesh and bones, but also has a penetrating force like a needle, directly hurting the internal organs through the skin and flesh.

He was hit by a move. On the surface, there didn't appear to be much damage; in fact, his internal organs were severely damaged.

'No wonder, when those martial arts masters plot against ordinary people, they will sometimes cause people to cough up blood and die with just a touch or a pat. There are not even any visible wounds.'

This is the wonderful use of dark energy.

'I remember you.'

Zhang Kun looked at it for a long time before looking away. The two attribute points were consumed silently. One point was added to the Liuhe Sword Technique, and he directly reached the proficient level from the beginning.

A torrent of memories flooded into his mind. It seemed that he had practiced Liuhe Swordsmanship for two or three years, and his hands, feet, and figure seemed much more flexible. Especially, looking at the steel knives worn by the bodyguards around him, his heart involuntarily rose. A sense of familiarity and intimacy.

It was like meeting a long-lost brother.

'Sure enough, improving sword skills has not brought any improvement to physical fitness. Of course, it is not nothing at all, but this improvement is very slight and is not reflected in the attribute points at all.'

Strengthening the body with boxing and practicing skills with swordsmanship, this was an expected situation.

Zhang Nan sighed in his heart and added the last bit of dragon energy to his physique.

My physique has become 24, and I am one step closer to reaching the strength of 500 kilograms.

Warm current is injected into the broken capillaries of the body, heart, and lungs, and they heal rapidly at a perceptible speed. The damage caused by the shock penetration is restored in an instant.

His face, which was originally a bit gloomy, became rosy as he exhaled a sigh of relief.

'Keeping the dragon energy is indeed a good choice. As long as you can't kill me on the spot, don't blame me for killing you one day.'

A cold look flashed in his eyes.

"Uncle Qi, Uncle Hong, and Junior Brother Zhang passed the inspection today."

On weekdays, Wang Xiaoya is not a big or small girl, she always runs wild in the escort agency. When she was a child, she had a bit of a domineering temperament and was not afraid of people.

She would not be too polite to the elders of the escort agency if she was friendly to them. Anyway, she grew up in the escort agency since she was a child and treated these people as family members, so no one thought it was bad.

It's different this time.

Miss Wang cupped her fists and saluted, a sense of alienation that could be felt by the escort no matter how far away she was.

"Not only did he pass the test, he entered the realm of bone forging at a young age, and his boxing skills were perfectly integrated. It really opened my eyes."

Qi Fulin smiled bitterly, "Xiaoya, if your father knew that you were out there and abducted such a powerful disciple for him, he would be so happy that he wouldn't be able to sleep for at least three days."

He was a step slower before and failed to stop Luo Wei from going crazy. Of course, it might be that he didn't really think about stopping him... After all, he didn't want to see Luo Qi die on the spot.

The only thing I didn't expect was that Luo Wei was so old that he suddenly killed a young man.

Unexpectedly, Qi Fulin felt slightly apologetic.

"After passing the test, even Luo Qi can't beat you, and you can still take one of Junior Brother Luo Wei's three-point moves from the King of Hell. With your strength, even if you put it in such a big world, you can be considered a good player." Hong Huatong was also there.

On the side, he said leisurely: "It is a good thing for young people to have a strong desire for martial arts and to be brave and diligent. However, they must also pay attention to cultivating their minds and nature, and be merciful and merciful to others."

"That's what senior said."

Zhang Kun acted as if he had not been attacked at all before, and there was no sign of any displeasure on his face.

Qi Fulin and Hong Huatong nodded when they saw this, said a few words of encouragement, and turned to leave.

The escorts all around rushed forward.

"Master Zhang, how did you practice your boxing technique, and how did it become perfect?"

"Master Zhang, is it really Wang Xiaoya who taught you boxing? Wasn't it the chief escort who secretly taught you the boxing?"

"Master Zhang, let's compare notes when you have free time. My boxing skills always feel a little sluggish, and I don't know what's wrong. Please feel free to give me some advice..."

"cousin……"

Li Xiaowan's tears were rolling, so she wiped them away quietly, squeezed to Zhang Kun's side, held his sleeve, and finally calmed down her heart that was about to jump out of her throat.

Although she couldn't clearly see the fist fight between the two sides just now, she could still feel the danger in it.

Especially, when the piece of palm print on Zhang Kun's chest fell, for a moment, she saw her "cousin" face turned as white as paper, and her heart sank.

Fortunately, nothing happened in the end.

"Well done, even I didn't expect your boxing skills to improve so quickly. After a while, I will have nothing to teach you, and everything I have learned will be wiped out."
To be continued...