After everyone who was stunned and stunned, the faces of each one were red.

They are not as good as the Ten Crowns, but they are also the characters who have been through the battlefield. The combat power is very... The ten consecutive battles, and the disguise of the mind, the confession is so open, can you leave some face?

However, think about it carefully, with the strength of Hongyang, let alone ten people in a row, even if it is twenty, it will certainly not be too tired.

Does this guy who has fought with them for so long and will fall at any time, and has this strength?

All the people brushed and looked at Zhang Hang. If you want to see Hong Yang from the face, is it correct, but seeing his eyes empty, his body trembled, still looks like he will faint.

"I don't have this ability..." Zhang swayed his head and was weak: "I can't hold it now, I can't fight you..."

The downside of this underground market, the most taboo is to falsify, he does not want to get into trouble.

"This is not for you! I am Hong Yang, I want to fight with anyone, no one can stop!"

A look at the eyes, Hong Yang takes a step forward.

Boom!

The whole platform was filled with infuriating power, and the strength of the majesty, oppressed, gave people a sense of not fighting, do not want to leave.

"You are deceiving too much..." The neck is raised, and the eyes are full of resentment.

"Deceive?" Hongyang shook his head: "Do it, you can't do anything, I can guarantee that I will die here!"

Gently smile, the palm of your hand is really moving, it seems to give the strongest attack at any time, and people can't resist it.

"Hong Yang insists on fighting this. Two people can't avoid it. Can you guess who can win?"

"I still want to use it, I bet Hongyang!"

"I also bet Hongyang. Every time he fights, he is extremely brutal and tears people apart. This time... I guess this guy will be torn into four!"

"I think it's six and a half!"

"No matter how many, it’s dead anyway..."

......

When you hear Hong Yang, everyone in the stands is all excited and his face is red.

"Betting..."

Seeing everyone is full of excitement, Zhang Jiuyi is also excited to clench his fists.

In the first few games, the odds are not much different, and the maximum is doubled. This Hong Yang is so fierce and the rate is definitely big.

A few steps came to the bet, and I saw that the rate of winning the game was over ten times!

That is to say... almost everyone has been robbed by Hong Yang, no one believes, this guy who will faint at any time, can win!

"Make a big..." The eyes were beaming, and Zhang Jiuyi immediately handed over the storage ring in his hand: "I am going to make a thousand and eight hundred fines on the top of the stone, and Zhang Hang wins!"

“After hanging?”

The person in charge of the opening, seeing this guy actually remanded this guy, shook his head, not much to say, and quickly completed the formalities.

No one is betting, how do they make money?

It is foreseeable that this guy’s thousand and eight hundred spirits have been lost...

The stands are betting, and the bet is in full swing.

Hong Yang on the stage, once again look at the youth in front of you: "Do it!"

" Still forget, I am not your opponent..." Zhang shook his head.

"You can't be!"

Seeing him still refused, too lazy to continue nonsense, Hong Yang sneered.

Hula!

The figure shook, and appeared in front of him, huge fists, with roaring, crushed.

He is very big. Zhang hangs in front of him and is like a child. He punches down, the wind whispers, and thunders with tearing air. As long as he is hit, he will be smashed into patties.

Seeing the other person said that it is hands-on, Zhang is full of helplessness.

It’s a guy who has experienced life and death many times, and the sixth sense is really strong.

It’s very disguised, and no one around sees it. He doesn’t care, obviously, it’s not so simple to see the true strength.

"Forget it..."

Feeling the crushing and the punching power, the strong and strong, even if he is not resisting, if you can't get it, you will be killed on the spot. Zhang is full of helplessness and takes a step toward the side.

Hey!

The distance in one step is not big, but it just happens to avoid the attack from the other side.

"Hey!"

The fist strength is not old, Hong Yang fist, turned into a sweep, chasing after.

"A quick change..."

It’s a surprise.

Being someone else, using your own method to avoid it will inevitably fall short, and then it will be difficult to catch up. This guy is good, temporarily changing, no oysters, and the general preparation, this reaction and fighting consciousness, than Before the beginning of the Xingtang Lord, there is nothing more than it.

"It's estimated that... I'm catching up with one of my three... great!"

Thinking about it, Zhang is full of surprise.

A black boxing punch, catching up with the speed and strain of one of his three, is already terrible.

I don’t know how to dodge, I spit it out in a sigh of relief, and my chest slammed down. The whole person was like a thin piece of paper.

This trick is not a separate martial art, but a special martial art to avoid melee attacks.

Ordinary people, spit out a breath, chest can be down a few inches, not to mention the practitioners.

This is the infuriating chest, the blink of an eye earning income into the abdominal cavity, with the power of the air pressure, the chest is recessed, at most only a punch of thickness.

The master had a trick, and between the two, the chest suddenly fell, Hong Yang's attack fell again, but still did not stop, change again, the fist changed to the palm, down.

The palm is very close to the chest. Once it is hit, the heart may be broken down and killed on the spot.

When everyone thinks that this time it is difficult to dodge, the attacked Zhang Suhang, I do not know that there is no way to avoid it, or the power is really consumed clean, and the chest that squats suddenly pops up.

It’s like a smashed ball, and when it touches the palm, the huge force is pushed up.

Hong Yang’s palm is facing downwards, and the bouncing chest is just pushed to one side. When he blinks, he bounces it off. Then, Zhang hangs close and the palm of his hand grabs the other side.

It’s just a few trials that have been tried before and won ten games.

"Hmm?"

Unexpectedly, in such a passive situation, the guy who fell at any moment in front of him could counterattack, and Hong Yang’s eyes narrowed.

His attack just now seems simple. In fact, it is his most famous serial three-shot. The average person, even the ten-crown king, never insisted on the second stroke!

In front of him, not only avoids the continuous attack, but also takes the opportunity to counterattack, the strength is strong, and it is the same as the previous guess.

Excited in the heart, another arm slammed up, trying to block the other's palm and break it. Suddenly, the young man who was close at hand, his mouth raised, his face showed a smile like a smile.

There was a bang in the brain, and Hong Yang’s body swayed and appeared dizzy.

"Not good, it is the ability of the teacher..."

The pupils shrink and their hearts are lost.

The other party’s smile is the most famous one in Jinghong’s division... “Bai Meisheng”!

The legend, the person who created this trick is more than 10,000 years ago, a stunning master, an extremely powerful super-human figure, looking back and smiling, and the six palaces have no color!

As long as the move, it will immediately become a stun and lose its combat power.

Just... isn’t this a woman to be able to show it?

Why can he be a man, and it looks so exciting?

Feeling more and more dizziness in my mind, Hong Yang hurriedly bite the tip of his tongue. He felt that some of his brain was sober, and he saw that the other's palm had come to his eyes.

Five fingers open, like a big mountain, no matter how they have escaped, there seems to be no way to escape.

Hey!

Crisp slap in the face, five fingerprints appear on the face immediately, and the redness is swollen.

"You..."

Feeling the burning pain of the face, like being torn in half, Hong Yang is full of madness, the whole person is going crazy.

The Hundred Crowns of the underground black market, only used a trick, was slap in the face... It was a shame and shame.

"I want to tear you away..."

A roar, Hong Yang is trying to start, see the youth, pumping himself, and retreating seven or eight steps in a row, as if he has once again overstretched the power, the body keeps shaking, and will fall at any time: "I said, body I can't hold it anymore, I can't fight you, or forget it, I am really not an opponent..."

"You..."

Hong Yang is about to explode.

I just took a slap in the face, so hot, I turned around and thought about it, how can I have such a cheap thing!

Not an opponent...not an opponent, I will be exhausted. Is it that I am not killed immediately?

Boom!

A foot stepped and rushed again.

This time, the strongest force was used, and the infuriating jet was sprayed from the fingertips, like a huge cage.

"Hong Yang is angry!"

"He is angry, he must die..."

"It’s just a slap in the face, but it’s definitely not so good this time...”

There is no more in the stands.

Hang Yang was slap in the face, everyone was a little worried, and at this moment he saw that he broke out completely, and they were excited again.

Hula!

The palm of your hand came to Zhang Suhang, like the sky-shattering of the wind and rain, to penetrate the heavens and the earth.

It’s not a hundred crowns, and the combat power should not be underestimated.

In the face of the pressure from the other side, Zhang Hang retreats again, his body turns, he has escaped the strongest force, his palms are extended, and he slaps again.

The same action as the previous one, the same trick.

"The same trick, I want to use it twice, dream..."

Seeing this is another trick. Hong Yang’s teeth, the roar, the palms greeted.

I was about to touch the other's palm, and suddenly saw the young man in front, and smiled again with evil charm.

This time, it is more splendid than just now.

There was a black again in front of me, and the vertigo again appeared, and the palm of the hand ran up, and it stopped, as if it was stiff in the air.

Hey!

The face is burning again and the body is involuntarily rotating twice again.

"Ah..."

Wake up, Hong Yang keeps scratching his hair.

A roar, continue to rush, just halfway, I heard the opposite youth, full of helpless voices again: "I said, the body has been unable to hold, there is no way to fight with you, or forget it... ...you don't listen! I really don't want to fight...I am really not an opponent!"

"Not an opponent? Don't want to fight?"

Touched the two sides of the face that had begun to red and swollen palm print, Hong Yang.

You can't hold it?

If I can hold on, I am not killed by you?

Can you not force it like this?