Chapter 865 Show Mercy

Yang Yiyi actually has no sense of how strong she is, and always feels that she is still a small shrimp.

In fact, think about it, she can fight with one of the four kings of Tianlang Sect, so she must be no small fish.

Compared with the first-class masters, it is indeed not good, but dealing with the affairs of Taohuawu, a small family, is simply a dimensionality reduction attack.

Xing Mukai was very puzzled, where did Xing Muqing find the master.

In the past ten years, Taohuawu has indeed not asked about the affairs of the underworld, but if there are people from the underworld who come to seek medical treatment, Taohuawu will not refuse them. Instead, they have made many good friends, and it is not surprising to have friends who can fight.

But it is too strange that a master can be found today after issuing a challenge yesterday. In Xing Mukai's impression, there is no such a powerful person within the range of Qinghe Lake that can be reached in one day.

Seeing that Zhang Hu had not tested the other person's ability at all, Xing Mukai turned around and said:

"Zhou Long, you go."

"Yes, Master!"

In the crowd behind Xing Mukai, a man jumped out and landed steadily on the ground.

This man was not as strong as Zhang Hu. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary person walking on the street, but the muscle lines of his exposed arms were very tough, and he looked very powerful at first glance, not just a big guy.

This light skill of pulling onions from dry land and the steps when landing also showed that this man was more than one level higher than Zhang Hu.

"I am Zhou Long, please teach me."

Zhou Long saw it clearly in the crowd just now, so he naturally did not dare to be careless. After saying hello, he immediately got ready.

Yang Yiyi was still standing so ordinary, even with one hand behind her back.

This was taught by Li Chengxi, and it looked like a master.

——Dang.

The bell rang again, but Zhou Long did not rush up as Zhang Hu did. He stared at Yang Yiyi's every move, scanning her up and down, trying to find any flaws.

She was just standing there with her hands behind her back. At first glance, she looked full of flaws, but in fact, there was no flaw at all.

After all, the body movements she used to play tricks on Zhang Hu were too fast, and she was not afraid of you watching.

The two sides confronted each other for more than ten seconds, and Zhou Long became more and more frightened, and a layer of fine sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

"You don't want to come? Well, I'll go over."

Li Chengxi said this purely because it was boring to just stand there. As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Yiyi did as he was told.

Zhou Long felt a strong wind blowing in front of him, and Yang Yiyi disappeared after a while, and he was immediately shocked.

What he should do now is not to stupidly look for Yang Yiyi, but to move.

Zhou Long had some experience in fighting, and he was not just a fool who practiced martial arts. He found that Yang Yiyi had disappeared, so he left the place.

Almost at the same time when he dodged sideways, a foot seemed to appear out of thin air, and the heel hit the place where Zhou Long had just stood.

With a dull thud, even the spectators could feel the vibration transmitted along the toes. If the force was a thousand pounds, it would be difficult to receive.

Zhou Long did not even have the time to secretly rejoice. He stepped back half a step with his left leg to stand firmly, and then punched out with both fists, and the sky was full of fist shadows covering Yang Yiyi's body.

The main reason was that he was afraid that Yang Yiyi would use the Yanbo River Art again, and he could not catch up at all.

When he was watching, he saw it clearly and thought he could catch up, but when he actually faced each other, he found that it was not that simple.

Zhou Long's way was simple and direct, higher, faster and stronger.

The founder of Taohuawu left four unique skills, internal boxing and matching medical skills, and external boxing and matching training methods.

Xing Muqing and Xing Mukai each learned half of it. It is hard to tell which one is better. It can only be said that it depends on the person who uses it.

The disciples of Xing Mukai are all horizontal training kung fu, which is a typical external boxing style.

Similar to the Jiyi Vajra Gong, when the horizontal training kung fu is practiced to a high level, it can also feed back to the inner emptiness. It can cultivate internal strength without practicing internal skills, but the efficiency is far less than that of Jiyi Vajra Gong.

The advantage is that there is no limit on qualifications. As long as you are willing to work hard, anyone can learn it, and because it is simple, there are few flaws.

But the disadvantages...

There is no possibility of the weak defeating the strong.

It is too strong and fierce, but not changeable, and it is powerful but weak.

Zhou Long's fist shadows are all over the sky. It is indeed more than one level higher than that Zhang Hu, but that's all.

Yang Yiyi took a few moves and punched back.

The scene of Zhang Hu being slapped away by a palm is still vivid in his mind. Zhou Long dared not be careless and immediately stopped the offensive momentum and clasped his hands.

There is no way to avoid it, so he can only take it hard, and taking it hard will test the most basic abilities of both parties.

In this regard, Zhou Long is not good enough in front of Yang Yiyi.

Zhou Long, who took a punch hard, only felt a huge force coming. He used all his strength to finally take it, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, another huge force came again like a huge wave.

Feng nodded three times.

This boxing method is awesome because one punch is faster than another, one punch is higher than another. When you practice it to perfection, you can strike first and arrive first, and three punches are combined into one.

Not only that, each punch also comes with three times of strength, one layer higher than another, and with the combination of striking first and arriving first, no matter how fancy you are, you can be sent to see the King of Hell with just one punch.

But the same thing goes, regardless of whether Yang Yiyi has mastered the Phoenix Nodding Technique, this is just a sparring match after all, and Yang Yiyi really didn't use any strength to kill anyone.

Even though he tried his best to hold back, this punch still made Zhou Long's body fly into the air. However, compared to Zhang Hu, who was flying backwards, Zhou Long did a backflip in midair and landed steadily.

He had used all his strength to receive this punch. It was true that he landed steadily, but Zhou Long's hands were as sore and weak as noodles. Because he had just used too much force, he couldn't muster much strength now.

Zhou Long shook his hands, trying to get rid of the soreness and numbness, but when he looked up, Yang Yiyi, who was standing still, flashed and appeared in front of him in an instant.

Zhou Long was very anxious. He was now in a state where the old strength had gone and the new strength had not yet been born. He had no strength to resist.

He had no choice but to raise his legs and try to stop Yang Yiyi from moving forward with his knees, and barely blocked with his arms.

However, Yang Yiyi didn't care about your knees at all. She slapped her knees with a palm, and then she started a set of praying mantis attacks.

The mantis boxing is about speed. Don't get caught. If you get caught, you'll get a series of hits.

Zhou Long felt stars in his eyes. He was completely confused by the beating.

He shook his head hard, trying to make himself more awake. As a result, when he looked up, he saw a fist rushing towards his face. There was no way to avoid it. At this time, Zhou Long could only close his eyes and wait for the fist to hit his face.

But the fist stopped at the tip of Zhou Long's nose. An exaggerated fist wind was like an air hammer from top to bottom. The dust at Zhou Long's feet was blown away, revealing a neat circle.

"Thank you."

Zhou Long opened his eyes and knew that the other party had shown great mercy. He clasped his fists with his weak arms:

"Thank you for your advice. I am not as good as you. You win this game."