The two on the field fought for dozens of rounds, and finally separated after a muffled bang. One of them stood still, while the other flew out, fell to the ground with blood still seeping out of the corner of their mouth.

When everyone saw it clearly, they were shocked. It was not the old man Wu Di they were looking forward to, but the scar man. If Mr. Wu was defeated, Mr. Wu would actually lose. People would find it difficult to accept this fact for a while. They all regarded Mr. Wu as a savior.

"I didn't expect you to be very strong in your internal strength. It seems that I underestimated you. It's not unfair to lose." Mr. Wu reluctantly stood up and said weakly, as if he had grown old all of a sudden. The internal strength that he had always been proud of was vulnerable to this man. He knew that this man was not serious at first, otherwise he would not have been able to support dozens of rounds and would have been defeated long ago.

"What does it mean to achieve great internal strength? You have been staying in a small place for a long time, like a frog in a well. I have never seen anything that is a master..."

Feng Lang sneered and said, it turned out that he was chased by Xiong and fled overseas. He was fortunate to worship under a master. After learning something, he joined the foreign mercenary organization. He was baptized by killing and flames on the battlefield to hone his martial arts. His kung fu is not comparable to Mr. Wu's own practice, but it was tempered in an environment of life and death. Even if he encountered an opponent of the same strength, Feng Lang could kill his opponent.

Su Weifeng also nodded secretly. He was a mercenary himself, or a group of the top mercenaries in the world. He knew very well how mercenaries were in the war. No veterans who could survive did not crawl out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood. This was like tigers in zoos and wild tigers, the same species, but their strength and lethality were very different.

"You are indeed a master, but you can try my skills." Master Huo stood up with a sneer. He told Feng Lang that they were all frogs in the well. He was very angry. He was the authentic successor of Huo Family Fist, which was different from the Bajiquan like Mr. Wu.

"Hahaha, I really don't know how to live or die, so I will fulfill your wish." Feng Lang laughed and went up to meet him.

Master Huo is worthy of being the successor of Huo Family Fist. He showed the shadow of the boxing everywhere as soon as he made a move. It was both real and illusory. Feng Lang became solemn. He didn't expect that there was really a master among the people invited by Master Xiong. This boxing technique already had the flavor of power. He only felt that the world was pressing against him, making him look extremely small.

Feng Lang moved around and moved, his martial arts tended to be tough and tough, and straightforward. However, Master Huo used softness to overcome hardness and was skillful. He seemed to have three heads and six arms under the shadow of the fist in the sky, so he was not willing to be outdone and rushed forward. The two fought together, and it was difficult to decide the outcome.

Su Weifeng was also surprised. He didn't expect that Master Huo really had a few tricks. This boxing technique showed the master's style, which was definitely not comparable to ordinary warriors. This is everyone's foundation.

Master Xiong's face gradually showed a smile. Although he couldn't understand it very well, it was obvious that Feng Lang was at a disadvantage now and was a little angry now. However, Master Huo looked at ease, so he could make a judgment on the premature verdict.

Wang Zhengtai was shocked at this time. He didn't expect that the warrior could be so strong. He felt that his Taekwondo was the top martial arts. His loss to Su Weifeng was not enough to practice. As long as he continued to work hard and improve his rank, that mere Su Weifeng could not do anything to him.

The competition between Feng Lang and Mr. Wu just now was nothing. Both of them fought head-on and didn't feel that it was so powerful. But now Master Huo's kung fu has made Wang Zhengtai unable to understand. Why does he feel like he has three heads and six arms? This is completely different from the simple leg techniques of Taekwondo. Compared with Master Huo's martial arts, Wang Zhengtai felt a little bitter. Could it be that he is really practicing flirting legs?

Feng Lang was also surprised. His decisive killing move could not do anything to Master Huo for a moment, but he was not panicked. He just played around and now let you see my true strength.

Feng Lang's aura suddenly surged, and a faint white film appeared on the surface of his body and flashed away. The whole person exuded a heavy and majestic momentum. Under this momentum, Master Huo only felt difficulty breathing, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, and his boxing skills were not as flexible as before.

"Xuan-level?" Master Huo was shocked and retreated. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to escape.

Feng Lang's mouth raised slightly, and he stepped out, and the ground shook, and his body flew out suddenly. Master Huo was shocked. Seeing Feng Lang getting closer, he knew that he could not dodge this time, so he gritted his teeth and took Feng Lang's terrifying attack. The two of them collided this time. Feng Lang stood steadily in the spot, while Master Huo flew backwards for more than ten meters, and stopped until he hit the stone table fixed on the ground. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

"Xuan-level? How is it possible?" Master Huo exclaimed.

"Haha, I'm not at the mysterious level, but it's only one step away." Feng Lang said with a silly smile.

At this time, the Xiong Master felt like he fell into the abyss and shouted in horror: "Get on your hands and kill him."

Master Huo was the last reliance of Master Huo. When Master Huo was invincible, Master Xiong felt ashamed. However, he also had gunmen. Today, he brought all the sharpshooters who had served in the army, far from comparable to those ordinary gangsters.

With the order from Master Xiong, five black shadows appeared in the grass, on the big tree, behind the rockery, and the black muzzle pointed at the Scar man. The gunshot sounded, but it did not hit the Scar man. The Scar man rushed sideways, and his standard military action was a flying knife, hitting a gunman's throat.

He didn't stop with one blow, and instantly appeared in another position. He threw out another sword and killed another gunman. The remaining gunman felt cold in his heart, feeling that he was not facing one person but a god of death. After a few breaths, all the gunman was silent.

Feng Lang has been on the stage less than ten minutes since he appeared. He has lost three warriors, Wu Hao, Wu Di and Master Huo, and killed all the gunmen. Now the scene is dead and injured. The rest are looking at this figure like the god of death in horror. Only Su Weifeng is still eating snacks and drinking tea, but no one pays attention to him, and Feng Lang also chooses to ignore him.

Wang Zhengtai and his father were huddled behind the table at this time, and they didn't dare to say a word. Faced with such a powerful warrior, the head of the Wang family had no deterrent power at all. He originally brought a bodyguard to help Master Xiong with his help, but now he did not dare to take action. The few bodyguards he brought were huddled behind and did not dare to take action.

Feng Lang walked towards Master Xiong step by step, turning a blind eye to the others. Now the others present were like ants to him, with only Master Xiong left in his eyes.

Master Xiong's face was ashes, his legs were weak. Fortunately, he was sitting on a stone bench now. If he had not had a stone bench, he would have to slump on the ground. Although he had experienced various scenes in life and death, he had today's status, but this does not mean that he was not afraid of death. Moreover, the current situation is that he has no power to fight back at all, and he cannot even suffer from both defeats and can only wait for the arrival of death.

"Feng Lang, we are not acquaintances either. I am willing to give you half of my property as compensation for you. Wouldn't it be great for us to control this Chinese street together?" Mr. Xiong wanted to struggle for a while, but he still didn't dare to say all of his property, so he was still reluctant to let it go.
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