Chapter 8192

However, although the audience felt that they couldn't laugh or cry in their hearts, 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 Yanwu hall, it was such a scene.

Zhang Xiaofan sat on the imperial chair, holding a cup of tea in his hand, and looked coldly at a group of disciples practicing boxing in the martial arts arena.

After seeing this, Shao Wenhua was about to go forward, but Zhang Xiaofan raised his hand directly and roared, "stop!"

After hearing Zhang Xiaofan's words, the Jiulong Gang disciples who were originally in the martial arts arena unconsciously stopped their hands and looked at Zhang Xiaofan, who was sitting on the top of the table, with puzzled eyes.

However, Zhang Xiaofan slowly stood up from the chair, and his voice was awe inspiring.

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

With that, Zhang Xiaofan walked forward slowly, looking at the two disciples in front of him. He raised his hand and punched him.

I just heard two muffled noises, but I saw that the two disciples of the Jiulong gang of Gaoma University were just like paper paste. In an instant, they were knocked down to the ground, holding the broken hand and screaming incessantly.

A chill, tense atmosphere swept through 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 kept on saying, "what is Kung Fu?"

After a word fell, Zhang Xiaofan flew up and kicked the two Jiulong sect disciples in front of him 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 an elbow and knocked a disciple on the left to the ground.

"Kung Fu is honed by time!"

"Stop it

Zhang Xiaofan turns his head and looks at Zheng Mingkai on the right hand. However, the latter just raises his arm sluggishly and is knocked down again by Zhang Xiaofan.

"Block --"

"Block --!"

"Block --!"

Zhang Xiaofan then moved forward. With the fall of the word "block", he hit out with one blow. Along with it, a series of screams echoed in the martial arts arena for a long time, and then another disciple of the Jiulong Gang fell to the ground.

"What's the reason why such a big Jiulong gang has been standing in the south of the Yangtze River for so many years without falling down?"

"By the way, is it your two or three years of cat foot Kung Fu?"

"Drink!"

Say, Zhang Xiaofan low roar, wave a fist to hammer in front of a need five adults to be able to embrace the big locust tree.

For a while, sawdust flew from the place where Zhang Xiaofan's fist fell, one crack after another like a spider's Web spread up and down the whole tree.

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

"Can you stop this 20-year effort?"

"Practice!"

With these words, Zhang Xiaofan turned to Shao Wenhua, but with the fall of Zhang Xiaofan's voice, the tall and strong big locust tree issued "click!" An overburdened voice suddenly fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Looking at the mess in the martial arts arena and all the elite disciples of the Jiulong sect looking at the fallen big locust tree, the expression on their faces was completely dull and shocked.

At this time, there were too many people in this group than in the group of Shao wending.

After all, a few days ago, Shao Wenhua saw with his own eyes the shocking scene that Zhang Xiaofan almost flattened a mountain with the power of a fist. At that time, Shao Wenhua felt that he had exhausted his whole life's shock.

Even when he saw this behind the scenes, Shao Wenhua said that he had no inner fluctuation and even wanted to laugh www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!