Chapter 8192

However, although all the people present felt that they could not laugh or cry, no one had the slightest complaint to say.

At this time, Zhang Xiaofan asked his subordinates to inform Shao Wenhua to come to Yanwu hall to see him.

However, when Shao Wenhua came to the martial arts hall, he saw such a scene.

Zhang Xiaofan was sitting on the chair, holding a cup of tea in his hand, looking coldly at a group of disciples practicing boxing in the martial arts arena.

After seeing this, Shao Wenhua was preparing to go forward, but he saw Zhang Xiaofan raise his hand directly, roar and say: "stop!"

After hearing Zhang Xiaofan's words, the Jiulong Gang's disciples, who were originally in the martial arts arena, could not help but subconsciously stop their movements, and looked at Zhang Xiaofan, who was sitting at the top of the table, with puzzled eyes.

But see, Zhang Xiaofan slowly stands up from the chair, the tone is awe inspiring, the way.

"If you want to practice martial arts, you have to work hard!"

With that, Zhang Xiaofan walked forward slowly with a gloomy face. Looking at the two disciples in front of him, he raised his hand to fight with two fists.

Just listen to the two dull noises, "Bang... Bang..." but see that the two famous students of the Jiulong Gang, Gao Ma Da, are just like paper paste. They are knocked to the ground in an instant, holding the broken hand and screaming incessantly.

A wave of killing, tense atmosphere instantly swept the entire arena.

On the other hand, Zhang Xiaofan's face remained unchanged. He turned a blind eye to the Jiulong sect disciple who was still screaming behind him. He just continued to say coldly, "what is Kung Fu?"

After a word, Zhang Xiaofan raised his feet and kicked the two Jiulong disciples to the ground. Then he raised his hand and pointed to the people in the martial arts arena.

"Kung Fu?"

With that, Zhang Xiaofan hit another disciple on his left side with an elbow. He said in a deep voice.

"Kung Fu is honed by time!"

"Get in my way!"

Zhang Xiaofan turns to see Zheng Mingkai on the right hand, but the latter just raises his arm and is knocked down by Zhang Xiaofan again.

"Block --!"

"Block --!"

"Block --!"

Zhang Xiaofan then moved forward. With the word "block" falling down, he hit it with one punch. With it came a series of screams echoing in the martial arts arena for a long time. After that, another Jiulong Gang disciple fell to the ground.

"What is the reason why such a big Jiulong gang has been standing in the south of the Yangtze River for so many years and has not collapsed?"

"By your two or three years of hard work!"

"Drink!"

Then, with a low roar, Zhang Xiaofan hit a big Sophora tree in front of him, which needed five adults to embrace.

For a time, sawdust flying, from the position of Zhang Xiaofan's fist, one after another like a spider web cracks, spread up and down the whole tree.

But Zhang Xiaofan squints at the crowd in the martial arts arena, cold voice, way.

"Can you stop this twenty years of hard work?"

"Practice!"

With that, Zhang Xiaofan turned to Shao Wenhua, but with the sound of Zhang Xiaofan's voice, the tall and strong Sophora tree gave out "click!" An unbearable sound, and then fell to the ground, aroused a burst of dust.

Looking at the mess in the martial arts arena and all the elite disciples of the Jiulong Gang looking at the big locust tree that fell on the ground, their faces were completely dull and shocked.

However, compared with the group of Jiulong Gang disciples, Shao Wenhua's reaction at this time was more calm and too much.

After all, a few days ago, Shao Wenhua saw with his own eyes the shocking scene that Zhang Xiaofan almost flattened a mountain with one blow. At that time, Shao Wenhua felt that he had used up all his life's shock.

So much so that seeing this behind the scenes, Shao Wenhua said that he had no fluctuation in his heart, and even wanted to laugh