Chapter 392

Master Liu's posture is as loose as a pine. As soon as he makes a move with his fist, master Niu puts his head on his stomach and staggers back.

As soon as he got into shape, master Niu was just like a big black bull. He kept this move all the time, and there was no other move.

This iron head is very powerful. One move can beat others' ten moves. Without too much suspense, he directly knocked Master Liu out of the challenge arena.

The challenge arena is more than one meter high. It's heavy enough to give people a heavy blow.

Master Liu fell to the ground in a kicked posture, covering his abdomen. His face was pale, and there were big sweat drops on his forehead. We can see the degree of injury.

Master Niu won the game again. Sure enough, he was as good as his name and powerful as an ox.

Under the stage applause thunderous, many people are shouting: "master Niu is the most powerful."

"Master Niu is invincible."

Master Niu's proud and arrogant smile seemed to be a trend to win the championship. He clenched his fist and waved to the people under the stage. He looked a bit arrogant and wanton: "anyone who doesn't agree, come to the stage."

He has practiced this iron head skill for more than ten years. He is invincible. He can break weapons and the internal organs.

This is his mark. No matter what form of competition, he has never lost, but he is the leader in the martial arts school.

The crowd whispered and thought that master Niu would win the championship. Looking at his boxing posture, he would be disabled. Some masters with good kung fu skills would dare to go up after careful consideration.

When they hesitated, a thin man jumped onto the stage and said, "please give me some advice."

After several rounds of fighting with master Niu, the two sides fought each other. Without three moves, the skinny man was beaten down by master Niu's iron fist skill.

If Xue Chuan hadn't run forward in time and helped him, the gravity would have been broken.

The thin and weak man stood up straight, said a thank-you to Xue Chuan, covered his chest and retreated to one side. Looking at his pale face, he knew that he had also suffered internal injuries.

"Is there anyone else who dares to compete on the stage?" Master Niu shouts loudly and sweeps the dark crowd below. His face is quite proud.

I thought that he would have to settle for the first place. It's three hundred taels of silver reward, which can be the monthly salary for more than ten years.

Just as his proud smile was still wandering on his fat face, a tall figure jumped onto the stage,

Xue Chuan's upright and upright posture is like a poplar. Standing straight, it gives people a look of extraordinary momentum. This standing posture is not inferior to the array.

Xue Chuan clasped his fist, and the voice of magnetism fell: "master Niu, please give me some advice."

After watching it for a long time, Xue Chuan finally found out a little bit about it. Master Niu won several games in a row, and his physical strength dropped a lot. Coupled with his pride, he thought he was invincible in all the martial arts schools.

Master Niu squinted at the handsome young man in front of him. He was tall and had three-dimensional features. He had no impression of the comer in his mind. It was not long since he came into the martial arts school.

Thinking that he didn't know how to praise him, master Niu waved his fist and swept in with a sharp arc after the two sides clasped their fists. Xue Chuan quickly dodged.

When you don't find your opponent's death, dodge left and dodge right.

Master Niu didn't even hit Xue Chuan with more than ten fists. He couldn't help getting angry: "the cowards can only dodge. If you don't take the initiative, you can't win me."

Just when master Niu roared wildly, the blue tendon on his forehead burst out, and he waved his fist hard, ready to give each other a heavy fist and a move to fix the world.

Xue Chuan leaped forward, with his toes gently on the challenge arena. He jumped up and hit him on the neck with his fist.

This made master Niu's figure retreat. He got angry and went straight to the top with his iron head. Xue Chuan waved his chest like an iron wall.

It seems that the neck is not his dead place. Change the place quickly.

Xue Chuan turns a somersault to avoid his iron fist. Shi Xiaojing looks nervous and sweats for Xue Chuan from time to time. Xue Chuan must win this contest. If not, she will help.

Just as Shi Xiaojing's sleeve moves and wants to wield a concealed weapon, Xue Chuan finds master Niu's life gate and punches him on his temple, which makes master Niu dizzy and his eyes glitter.

At the critical moment of Lengshen's attack, Xue Chuan kept up his efforts, roared a few times, hit master Niu's mouth with a Scud, and kicked him off the challenge arena.

"Good." Under the stage, the applause was thunderous. Master Niu wiped the blood spilled from his lips and squinted at Xue Chuan, as if to engrave his appearance in his mind.

He belittled the young man too much. However, after receiving some iron fists from him, he was still able to stand on the stage. As expected, he had some skills.

Xue Chuan coughed softly and tried to suppress the fishy sweetness in his throat. Master Niu's iron fist was not covered. He had just been beaten twice in the chest, and it would still hurt.

But he was still standing, as proud as a poplar, and there was continuous applause from the audience. Xue Chuan's disciples cried out in unison: "master is the best, master is the best."

Xue Chuan is really different. He doesn't have complicated moves. He is very sharp. He rubs back and forth directly to find the pulse of the other side and hit the other side's key point.

Niu Shifu, who has been standing at the peak of victory, has been beaten down from the challenge arena. It seems that Xue Chuan is well prepared to win the championship.

Looking at Xue Chuan's tall figure returning to the crowd, Shi Xiaojing left from the spectator seat, went to Xue Chuan and said some encouraging words: "Xue Chuan, come on, I'll take care of you."

Her voice was like a yellow warbler coming out of the valley, which immediately attracted a lot of eyes. All the disciples on the scene whispered, with the interest of exploration in their eyes.

Xue Chuan's face was cold, his eyes were clear, and there was a moment of silence around him.

"Happy birthday, Miss Shi." Xue Chuan said that the tone and speed of his speech, with no emotion floating, give people the feeling that he is so cold and hard to everyone, so no waves.

Under the gaze of so many eyes, Shi Xiaojing's hand in her sleeve is tight. She thinks that she is impulsive. When she is excited, she runs to say hello to Xue Chuan. As a result, she is embarrassed.

Xue Chuan's deep eyes moved away from her and stared at the fight in the challenge arena. He didn't pay attention to her at all.

Her existence is just like the air.

This makes people embarrassed. Shi Xiaojing's heart beats like a drum and his face turns red. He stares at his face, purses his lips and says, "Xue Chuan, there will be one last scene in a while. You have to hold on."

The last game is to gather the winning experts together and fight each other by drawing lots. The final winner will stand out.