I wanted to pick a soft persimmon to pinch, but I actually kicked the iron plate.
As usual, he can crush Zhang Weidong with this trick.
But now, Zhang Weidong's moves are more unpredictable, far better than his own Lang family boxing.
"Is it strange? Don't forget, my master is Ye Chen!"
Boom!
The majestic force roared together, and a huge wave of air shook in the air, and the two of them retreated around.
Even the audience felt the power.
Zhang Lao was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth on the stage. He never thought that his grandson was so strong.
And his eyes looking at Ye Chen became more admiration and gratitude.
If it weren't for ye Chen's guidance, Zhang Weidong wouldn't have today's glory.
Mr. Zhang smiled knowingly. I'm afraid that after a hundred years, Zhangjia can still maintain its brilliance.
Poop poop!
Langwei vomited a few mouthfuls of blood and flew out upside down, losing the move.
Originally, he didn't have to lose so fast, but he had enough strength, and his arrogance was not as good as his skill, so he naturally ended up being killed by seconds.
"Serena!"
Lang Wenhua immediately stepped down and picked up his grandson.
"Doctor, hurry to find a doctor!"
"Grandpa, I'm not competing! I'm not competing!"
Langwei lay in his grandfather's arms, wronged.
Ye Chen is a demon. Why can he train more than 20 martial artists in more than ten days?
Why can a dark warrior break through the inner strength?
Is this training?
This is especially open!
Who can compare?
"OK, no comparison! Alas..."
Lang Wenhua sighed heavily.
Originally, he and Zhang Lao kept pace, but also because his grandson took the lead in breaking through the internal strength, he also implicitly pressed Zhang Lao.
But now, with the blessing of Ye Chen in Zhangjia, I'm afraid the Lang family will decline.
Lang's family went to the hospital together, leaving only a group of bloody team members to sigh.
"Since your captain quits the game, I will announce that the wolf tooth team has won!"
"No! They won two games and we won one. Why should they win?" Confucius is not equal to Taoism.
"Then continue the competition. Who will you send?"
There is no confidence in killing with blood. I'm afraid no matter who goes up, he is not wolf Fang's opponent.
The blood killed people have been silent. They are not afraid to go up, but afraid of losing and being humiliated.
But who to send has become the biggest problem.
At this time, ye Chen stretched: "it's too time-consuming, or you can go together?"
Ye Chen stood on the stage, overlooking the blood killing everyone, like the supreme god looking at mole ants.
Everyone looked different, and the wolf tooth team was full of banter.
And xuesha's face is gloomy.
Zi Ru said coldly, "you are a strong master, even if we go together, you are not your opponent."
Ye Chen smiled: "how about I give you an arm?"
Ye Chen passed his left hand behind him.
"Hum, what's the use of one hand? Don't use both hands if you have the ability!"
The bloody team member added.
"OK, no problem."
"You are a master, and your leg strength is also extraordinary."
"Then I'll give you another leg."
"Shit! Blood killing is really disgraceful. In order to win, you don't even want face."
"Yes, even if instructor Ye is a master, he won't fight with one leg."
"They have been overwhelmed by the victory, so let them win directly."
……
"This... Is it a little too big!"
Zhang Lao didn't know when he came to the wolf Fang camp, and he was vaguely worried.
Zhang Weidong smiled brightly: "don't worry, as long as the master has a place to move, they are not opponents. The master is like a dragon, which is not provoked by ordinary people."
The blood killing team seemed to hear Zhang Weidong's words and immediately said, "if you want to let it all go, why leave a leg?"
Ye Chen continued to promise, "OK, let's give up all our limbs."
This
Even Zhang Weidong was stunned.
If you let your limbs go, it's equivalent to being unable to move. That's farting.
Can the master master master iron head skill?
Can you win by your head?
Unlike ah, iron head skill is hard work. It takes ten years to sharpen a sword and practice hard all the time.
But ye Chen is thin and tender, and he is not like a person who practices this kind of Kung Fu.
"Wei Dong, how does your master win this time?" Old Zhang was worried again.
Never mind how shameless the blood killing team is, but winning is the result, and no one will care about the process.
"Er..."
Zhang Weidong pondered, "master is a great master. He can release his strength. He must want to frighten everyone with his strong strength!"
Old Zhang nodded vaguely.
Xuesha continued to show his shameless spirit: "you can't let your strength out, otherwise we will be shocked to death!"
"OK, I promise you!"
Now everyone rolled their eyes.
Even if you are a master, you are strong.
But I can't move my whole body and even my strength can't be released. How can I fight?
Do you want to be a target and let the other party fight to death?
Seeing ye Chen's promise, the blood killing team summoned up courage and went on stage one after another.
All of a sudden, the whole Biwu platform was full of people, and ye Chen was surrounded by water.
"Can I play this time?" Ye Chen asked faintly.
The referee frowned and asked, "are you sure you want to fight like this?"
"OK, let's start!"
The referee said helplessly, "OK, the game begins!"
Suddenly, all the blood killing team members rushed to Ye Chen, and countless fists hit him, as dense as a rainstorm!
"There is a unique skill in the Jianghu that has been lost for a long time -- called lion roaring skill!"
Ye Chen agitated in his chest and shouted, "kneel down!"
Boom!
There was a roar in the ears of everyone in the blood killing team, like nine sky Xuan thunder on the mind, and everyone trembled all over and knelt down in pain.
Some have weak resistance, and even blood is scattered all over the ground.
"Are you convinced?"
Ye Chen looked at the wailing people around, without a trace of pity.
These people are elite and bloody, but they are shameless and heinous!
The so-called soldiers will bear a nest. They have been led astray.
Someone needs to help them correct and give them some lessons, which must be unforgettable.
"Take it! I take it!"
"I'm convinced, too! Instructor ye, we're wrong. Take the magic power!"
"Can you take it orally?" Ye Chen asked again.
"Throw yourself to the ground!"
……
Ye Chen dissipated his skill, and the pain of everyone dissipated.
And their eyes looking at Ye Chen were full of awe. The lion roar skill, which only exists in the legendary martial arts, did not expect Ye Chen to display it incisively and vividly.
"I... I refuse!"
"Oh? What's your objection?" Ye Chen looked at the stubborn Zi Ru thoughtfully and asked.
Zi Ru shook his head, "I don't know, but I just don't agree."
In fact, he was convinced, but he was embarrassed to say.
In terms of age, ye Chen is much younger than him.
In terms of strength, it goes without saying that a hundred scholars are not ye Chen's opponents.
He just wants to be strong!
"Instructor ye, I want to be strong!" Zi Ru's tone was full of supplication.