The people who were waiting in the physical training room were all fighting masters of the Tiger Regiment. Some came from martial arts families, and some won the World Championships fighting championship before joining the army. Everyone had a real record.

They did not contempt, underestimate or disdain just because the leader brought only a few teenagers of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Dazhuang has been in the Tiger Regiment these days and trained with these soldiers every day. They have long regarded Dazhuang as their own people and a member of the army. The amount of training is completely the standard of recruits. Moreover, the physical fitness or physical fitness shown by Dazhuang during training is the seedlings of excellent scouts. The platoon leader in the team likes him very much, and often drags Dazhuang over to chat with him when he is resting.

Through Da Zhuang's mouth, Captain Qin and the fighting masters of the Tiger Group knew about the existence of Tang Ning and the others. They had long saved the idea of ​​finding opportunities to compete with these authentic martial arts masters. Da Zhuang's external skills have reached a certain level, and it is difficult for the seven or eight strong men to get close. One punch can break six square bricks stacked together. A five-mm thick pure steel plate can also pound a sunken fist mark with one punch. It is roughly estimated that Da Zhuang's current punch can hit eight/900 kilograms, which is equivalent to a heavyweight boxing champion with a heavy blow. Therefore, they can infer from Da Zhuang the real weight of Tang Ning and the others.

Now that I see a real person, I dare not underestimate it. There is a physical gap between the age of seventeen and eighteen and adults. But the real Chinese skill, skills and destructive power will narrow this gap or even ignore it.

Especially the two or three warriors from martial arts families are good at observing the breath. The other party is young, but the qi and blood in their bodies are rich and surging, which is a manifestation of the success of martial arts. Of course, they dare not imagine that two of the three people in front of them have cultivated dark power, and the remaining one has achieved small fist strength. Not only can they disperse the energy of the qi on their fists, but they may not have the courage to squat. They are not afraid of death and injuries, but rather that they are afraid of losing face. Being beaten down at the door of their own house, this face will be very disappointed.

When everyone met, they briefly introduced that they were all refreshing people. Without further ado, they started practicing.

"Whoever...I'll go, Young Master Jiang, I won't take you like this, right? I have to guess a fist, hey, two or three, and then decide who should take the lead, right?"

Zhou Yu was so angry that he jumped from behind. Jiang Tao was already standing in the center of the venue and set off: "Who will come out to give me advice?"

There was an expert on the opposite side. When he saw Jiang Tao's standing posture and starting posture, his eyes trembled. This was the posture of Bajiquan. Although the other party was young, he looked at the spirit and spirit, and his breath was magnificent. The three plates and six points were integrated into the inside and outside, which was very authentic.

"Several, this young man practices Bajiquan, not a fur product, very authentic. Who is you?" Qin Zhenbang has a good eye. Who made them have an old monster in the Qin family? The art industry masters are absolutely extraordinary.

"I'll do it." The voice was loud. The man walked out. He was not tall. He was about 1.7 meters tall, had a square face and a slightly dark skin. He was wearing autumn camouflage training uniforms and had a strong figure. He could tell that his waist and legs were very strong and his lower plate was very stable. He should be a master who mainly practiced legs.

"My name is Han Dong, little brother, please give me advice." The black-faced man smiled, showed a little white teeth, and said advice, but his movements were not vague. As soon as he finished speaking, he moved his legs and went straight to Jiang Tao's knees, calves and ankles. His legs crossed and twisted in, and the attack was extremely fast.

Tang Ning, who was watching the game behind the scene, raised his eyebrows and said to Zhou Yu next to him: "The opponent is practicing Tan's legs. He went straight to the lower plate. His kick was changeable and his skills were solid, and he looked good."

"Well, the hands are two doors, and they all hit people with legs. Tan Le has four hands. People are afraid of ghosts' worries. Tan Le meets Level 8 Fist, haha, it's also considered finding the right opponent." Zhou Yu said with a smile. But he was still a little worried. With Jiang Tao's current skill level, he would definitely not lose this game, but he was afraid that Jiang Tao would not be able to stop it. The Bajiquan was already bursting violently, and the strong attack was extremely destructive. In addition, this kid has now shot out the fist, so it would be difficult to end if he hurts him.

"Don't worry, Jiang Tao is straight-hearted, but he is not stupid and knows the right measure." Tang Ning was not worried at all. He believed in Jiang Tao. This kid would only play real fire when he met a truly tough and fierce opponent. Fighting with the other party regardless of his care. Although this is not weak now, as long as it does not pose a life-and-death threat to Jiang Tao, he will definitely keep his hands.

Moreover, this competition is quite interesting. Jiang Tao may have the advantage of cultivation, but one of the other is in his prime and his physical fitness, and the other is experience. In the real life-and-death battle, rich fighting experience can often turn the tables in a situation of dying. This is the gap between Jiang Tao and a veteran.

Han Dong took action first, and he had some tentative thoughts in his mind. If the boy in front of him could avoid the strangle of his two-way cross-blade, he could use all his strength to fight, otherwise he could reserve three-pointers when making moves. The opponent was not as strong as he seemed.

The opponent directly attacked the plate, but Jiang Tao did not dodge, but attacked directly. He stepped closer, directly approached the opponent's arms, raised his elbow and swept the opponent's neck and throat. Han Dong's eyes were slightly stern, and his aura surged. This kid should not be underestimated. He took action directly and was a killer move!

While stepping on the toes, he stepped back with the force, and a single palm was raised to block the throat. A strong impact made his palm press onto the throat. The unsuccessful force led him to retreat three or four steps in a row. The metacarpal bone was about to split and the pain penetrated into the bone marrow. It seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer. Damn, why did this kid have such a strong force?

At this moment, all the ten legs and legs of Tan were developed. Jiang Tao was completely regarded as a rival who was evenly matched. Invisible air swayed in the field, two interlaced figures flew up and down, fists, legs and limbs collided, and strange sounds were heard mixed together.

Qin Zhenbang watched the figure in the field and asked the people around him: "You guys, who can win the two of them?"

A few people looked at me, and I looked at you, with hesitation and wanted to say something, but they were afraid of saying it, so they shook their heads.

Qin Zhenbang said with a stern face: "Why, can't you tell me or can't you say it? Xu Hu, tell me."

Xu Hu, who was named after him, looked 22 or 23 years old. He was a strong man with a back and waist. The company commander of the Third Company was also the most skilled among the people who came today, except Qin Zhenbang and Liu Yi. He was good at Cai Lifo boxing and was guided by famous masters.

He looked at his comrades around him and smiled bitterly: "Captain, if the stalemate continues like this, Han Dong might be able to win a move and half a move by relying on how many years a child is. But I think, Xuan, the boy on the other side has obviously received the authentic level 8 boxing direct inheritance. He is so young and still has a level 8 boxing, and obviously has an extraordinary background. He has no teachings from a famous teacher since he was a child, and he cannot practice boxing skills like this. He always reserves three points when he punches. I believe you can see that. He does this to save face for us, and he doesn't want us to lose too ugly."

Because he was asked by the regiment commander, Xu Hu could only tell the truth. The soldiers present, including Qin Zhenbang, all looked a little depressed.

At this time, both sides had already passed twenty or thirty rounds. Jiang Tao saw that it was almost done. His fist shook, and the surface of his fist burst out. He swung backhand and burst out with a series of bangs, blocking Han Dong's sharp leg strikes in succession.

The qi exploded on the fist and floated on the surface. There was a space distance of three or four centimeters between the qi and the fist. In other words, Han Dong's attacks were bounced away in the air. The qi invaded the muscles of the legs and attacked along the meridians. Han Dong's waist was numb as if it was needle-punched, and he no longer had the strength to support his body. He staggered and fell to the ground with sweat and panting. His elbows were on the ground, half lying there, staring at Jiang Tao, staring at his slowly folded fist.

Except for those insiders, Qin Zhenbang's other side widened his eyes and exclaimed: "Fist, hell! This kid can actually punch the fist!"

Although Jiang Tao did not dare to use his full strength to hurt the opponent, but he also made his energy and fighting spirit surge. The opponent's cultivation is not as good as him, but his experience is too rich. During the battle, he learned a lot of skills before fighting. This technique is derived from routine skills, but it is more direct and pure than boxing routines, and even more appropriate for a more direct physical reaction. Unfortunately, the opponent does not put enough pressure on him. He cannot learn more in the battle.

"Agree." Jiang Tao politely clasped Han Dong on the ground. Then he glanced at the people opposite him. He didn't say anything, and challenged him with his eyes. Who will be the next one?

Liu Yi took off his glasses and walked out slowly. The opponents who can punch the fist are only barely able to deal with them except the leader. However, the leader's appearance was obviously inappropriate, so he could only go on.

When looking at people's appearance and looking at people's energy. When the opponent competes, the first thing you observe is the opponent's energy, walking posture, steps, body shape, and eyes.

Liu Yi, who took off his glasses, seemed to have changed into another person. The scholar's anger completely disappeared, lonely and cold, and his whole person now looked extremely sharp, like a sharp sword unsheathed.

This is a good opponent! Jiang Tao's eyes are so dazzling that he is eager to try.

Suddenly his shoulder was put on his other hand: "Brother, it's time to take a break." Hearing the familiar voice in his ears, Jiang Tao knew that he had no need to beat him in this incident. Zhou Yu, this damn guy.

Zhou Yu replaced Jiang Tao and bowed to Liu Yi on the opposite side and said, "Please."

"please."

Both sides moved apart almost at the same time, and also exclaimed in surprise in their hearts.

Baguazhang.

Xingyiquan.

The Bagua has a good idea of ​​Xingyi. It belongs to both internal martial arts. Strictly speaking, it is difficult to distinguish between Xuanzi.

Tang Ning became interested. Unexpectedly, the scholar was still a master of the gossip.
Chapter completed!