beauty hunter

Chapter 102 Internal and external enmity

Sun Siyuan still smiled slightly: "Miss Xi is very clever, I almost couldn't stop it."

Xi Zhen's pretty face turned cold: "Come again!"

"Enough!" Yuan He suddenly yelled, "Hiding deep, really you are not his opponent, back away!"

"I..." Xi Zhen wanted to speak.

One got up and said lightly, "I'll do it."

Wen Yan and Sun Siyuan looked at it at the same time. The man had sword eyebrows and star eyes, broad shoulders and thin waist, and a handsome face.And judging by his calm and confident demeanor, he is obviously quite confident in his own strength.

Although Xi Zhen was annoyed, seeing him get up, she could only pout and retreat to her seat.

The man walked across to Sun Siyuan, and calmly said: "It seems to be the routine of Yanqing boxing, using small punches, it is not wise to fight fast and agile with you."

Sun Siyuan was slightly surprised: "Good vision, but my boxing is a family tradition, not Yanqing boxing."

The man nodded and said: "There are many types of boxing, so it's not surprising to see it wrong. I am Wu Qinghe, a great apprentice of my master, please advise."

Sun Siyuan smiled slightly: "The leader of the five tigers in the Changhe Gymnasium, it is my honor to fight against you."

Wu Qinghe gestured with his hands: "Come!"

This time Sun Siyuan didn't wait any longer, his footsteps moved quickly, he approached with a speed that was not similar to his gentle appearance, and his right fist rushed out!

Wu Qinghe took the opponent's way of getting into the game, parrying again and again, without any intention of preempting the opportunity.

Wen Yan on the side was secretly praised.

This guy hadn't figured out Sun Siyuan's background yet, so he didn't dare to fight back casually, so he made a wise choice.

On the other hand, Sun Siyuan's punches and kicks left a bit of leeway, as if he was also testing the opponent's reality.

After more than ten attacks, Wu Qinghe suddenly lowered his body and punched, and counterattacked suddenly when the opponent's attack was fruitless.

Sun Siyuan didn't look flustered at all, he took two steps back to avoid the opponent's punch.

Wu Qinghe's second punch arrived swiftly.

Sun Siyuan crossed his arms across his chest, firmly blocked the opponent's punch, retreated three steps in a row, and stood still with his stake, slightly surprised.

This surname Wu is so powerful!

Wu Qinghe followed like a shadow.

So far, everyone can see that he has seen the opponent's details clearly and wants to win with strength.

Sun Siyuan still didn't feel flustered, and was about to move again, when a voice suddenly came from behind him: "Worthless!" His shoulder was pulled, and he immediately sank in shock, trying to stabilize himself, but he didn't know that the pulling force on his shoulder was astonishingly strong. Immediately staggered and then fell, almost fell to the ground, but fortunately adjusted his body in time to regain his footing.

At this time, Wu Qinghe was throwing his third punch like lightning, when he saw Wen Yan pull Sun Siyuan away, and then stepped forward, swinging his right fist at the same speed and angle.

Although he was surprised but not afraid, he secretly hummed in his heart.

Head to head, no one in the entire martial arts gym can compete with him except Yuan He and Zhang Cang who specializes in strength!

Pong!

The two fists intersected, Wen Yan stood still, but Wu Qinghe backed up again and again, even went straight to the wall, and hit the wooden wall with a "peng".

Yuan He turned his head in astonishment, only to see that his proud disciple's right arm was hanging limply, and his five fingers were naturally spread, but his face was full of disbelief: "So much strength!"

Including Yuan He, everyone was tongue-tied and speechless for a moment.

Wu Qinghe is extremely talented and superhumanly strong. To be able to compete with him and win, how much strength does this little four-eyed man have?

Wen Yan frowned, and shook his right hand: "You are not weak."

Yuan He got up abruptly, and walked in front of him with big strides: "Let me see how powerful you are!"

Wen Yan took off his glasses and threw them back. When Sun Siyuan caught them knowingly, he moved his hands and feet, stood up naturally, and his eyes suddenly flashed.

"Come!"

To be able to teach an apprentice like Wu Qinghe, Yuan He is definitely not weak, and he is indeed qualified to fight against him.

Yuan He stood with his feet in a horoscope, and his fists formed a posture.

Wu Qinghe retreated to his sitting place and took several deep breaths to suppress the chest tightness caused by the impact of force.

Zheng Qianshan next to him whispered, "Are you all right?"

Wu Qinghe shook his head and said, "It's fine, but I have to rest for the next two days."

Zheng Qianshan asked in surprise: "So powerful?"

Wu Qinghe frowned and said: "I don't know what's going on, I fought this punch with him, and my whole arm lost strength, and now I can't even make a fist."

Zheng Qianshan thought that the opponent's strength was too strong to cause this result, so he couldn't close his mouth.

Little did he know that Wen Yan used some skill when he punched just now, which affected Wu Qinghe's pulse, and the latter can still move normally without half-body paralysis, thanks to his very good martial arts foundation.

The sound of footsteps rose.

When Zheng Qianshan turned his head to look, he saw Yuan He striding over a distance of three meters, punching like the wind and falling like a mountain, striking towards the center of Wen Yan's face!

call!

With the sound of the fist holding the wind, the momentum alone overwhelmed the opponent.

Wen Yan grinned, and suddenly raised his left hand, grasping the opponent's fist with precision, unexpectedly blocking the punch, and swung his right fist lightly at the same time.

Yuan He didn't even think about it, he blocked with his left hand.

flutter!

Yuan He tilted his whole body to the right, and almost fell to the ground.

The opponent's punch, which seemed weak at first, suddenly intensified when they intersected, which caught him off guard for a moment and suffered a disadvantage immediately.

Wen Yan still held his fist with his left hand, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, he swung his right fist again.

Yuan He's right hand twitched, but he didn't pull it out, his eyes flashed suddenly, and his left arm stretched out again.

Pong!

Yuan He snorted, and turned to the right again. This time Wen Yan didn't wait for him to recover, and punched hard with his right fist one after another.Yuan He blocked five or six punches in a row, and finally couldn't hold back the seventh punch, and was knocked down to the ground.

But Wen Yan still didn't let go of Yuan He's right fist with his left hand, he lifted the opponent abruptly with a lift, and swung his right fist again!

Yuan He suddenly yelled, and with a spin of his right fist, he successfully pulled it out of Wen Yan's hand. At the same time, he leaned back, avoided Wen Yan's right fist, and kicked backwards at the same time, kicking firmly with his bare right foot. On Wen Yan's belly.

Pong!

Wen Yan took half a step back.

Yuan He, who succeeded, groaned again, stepped back two meters away, and then stood firm with a stake, his expression was shocked: "Neijiaquan?!"

"Know the goods!" Wen Yan's expression became serious for the first time, "Although there are factors of my carelessness, it is not easy for you to hit me, come again!"

Yuan He's expression changed several times, and he finally said dejectedly: "No, I lost."

Everyone's expression changed at the same time, and they stood up one after another: "Master!"

From their point of view, the two sides are winning and losing each other, and they are not at the point of admitting defeat!

Wen Yan was also very surprised. He was used to hearing Mi Ting's bad things about Changhe gymnasium, but he never thought that Yuan He was a person who dared to admit defeat!

Yuan He said coldly: "If you lose, you lose. There's nothing wrong with it! I can tangle with him for a while, but internal boxing wins with stamina. The longer the fight, the more I will suffer."

The disciples looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Yuan He calmed down, and said in a deep voice: "You can go, the feud between Zhang Cang and you will be canceled from now on, and I assure you, he will not provoke you because of this in the future."

Wen Yan frowned: "You seem to have made a mistake."

"What?" Yuan He was slightly taken aback.He had already admitted defeat and surrendered, but the opponent still seemed unwilling to give up.

"I came because you angered me." Wen Yan said lightly, "Now that my anger has not subsided, you let me go?"

"Don't go too far!" Xi Zhen said angrily.

"Changhe Gymnasium hasn't given up yet, I advise you to accept it as soon as you see it." Zheng Qianshan also said coldly.

"What if..." Wen Yan said slowly, "If I don't like it, I just let it go?"

With a huff, more than ten people from the gymnasium stepped forward at the same time and surrounded him.

"Wen, no matter how powerful you are alone, can you beat more than ten of us?" Zheng Qianshan sneered.

Wen Yan glanced around and smiled dumbly.

Pong!

Yuan He kicked up abruptly, knocking over a disciple.

"Master...Master!" Zheng Qianshan next to him was startled.

"Get lost! Shame on me!" Yuan He's expression darkened terribly.

Wu Qinghe winked, the crowd dispersed helplessly, and followed him out of the room.

"What do you want?" Yuan He said in a low voice after everyone had left.

"Kneel down and kowtow three times." Wen Yan said lightly, "I'll let you go."

"You!" Yuan He almost burst a blood vessel in his brain.

This guy is too much!

"Or give me a piece of information I need." Wen Yan changed the subject.

Yuan He's anger turned into shock in an instant.

thing?

Wen Yan stared at him closely: "Who is the person who taught you 'Vajra Fist'?"

Before Yuan He made a move, he would definitely accept the apology and admit defeat from the owner of the pavilion, but just after the fight, he was surprised to find that things suddenly became complicated.

Before leaving South China Sea, he never forgot what the old man said.

It's okay if he didn't encounter the aftermath of the dispute between internal and external boxing decades ago, but once he encountered it, he couldn't ignore it.

Yuan He was slightly startled, and then returned to normal: "I learned the authentic Long Arm Fist. I don't know about the Vajra and Silver Gang!"

Wen Yan turned around and left.

Yuan He watched him leave in astonishment.

This guy just left?

Coming down from the stairs on the fourth floor, Sun Siyuan couldn't help but asked, "I thought you'd be crazy and force him to speak out."

"Threats are just a method. This guy is very strong-minded, so it's useless." Wen Yan walked slowly, "If you continue, the only result will be death, because he can't kowtow to me. I'm willing to do such a laborious and ineffective thing." It's an idiot."

The two walked to the first floor while talking, and they were still on the stairs, when they suddenly heard an angry shout from below: "Say it again!"

A male voice speaking awkward Chinese sounded: "I said, I'm here to kick the hall!"

When Wen and Sun looked over, they saw Zheng Qianshan and a few members of the gymnasium standing in the hall on the first floor. On the opposite side were four or five men in vests and trousers. It can be seen that they are not Chinese.

Zheng Qianshan laughed back in anger at this moment, and raised his voice: "There are rules for kicking the hall. If you come here without handing over the gauntlet, your excellency is too ignorant of the rules!"

The man who took the lead on the other side looked dumb: "The people of country Z are really troublesome, boring!" Just as the last word was written, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed Zheng Qianshan on the left shoulder.

Zheng Qianshan shook his shoulders, avoided the opponent's push, and shouted: "Someone is causing trouble, surround me!"

Hula, more than a dozen disciples of the gymnasium surrounded four or five people from each other.

Wen Yan and Sun Siyuan walked around them at this moment, and the former smiled slightly.

It seems to be the habit of this gymnasium to use more circumference and less.

Thousands of junior students in the hall all stopped practicing and looked at the accident point excitedly.

Sun Siyuan lowered his voice: "These people are learning Muay Thai!"