As a master of Hunan Fist, Qi Nanyong is a master of great power. Once the explosion breaks out, his momentum is like dozens of buckets evaporate in the hall, and the scorching airflow scatters out. In terms of power alone, only the majesty Zhu Polong can suppress the other side.

He lifted his knee and stepped on the ground. The ground seemed to sink, and he slashed out with one palm, hitting Liu Laowu's eyebrows. The man who was the clan of Zimen's fist felt his body sinking and the fist movement came.

The most mediocre person in boxing is a single palm, and the most suitable person is a single palm. Only a single palm can fall a few steps away and can break all hands.

This move seems simple, but it is a killer move of Guanjin, a dragon head and a lion opens its mouth wide, the virtual and the real lean against each other, and the strange and the right are born.

If it weren't for his anger, Liu Laowu would not have the right to let him do this move.

At this moment, a white and slender palm suddenly penetrated through layers of fist force and waves, and suddenly held the opponent's killing move. Qi Nanyong's eyes condensed, and the palm power changed, sinking, holding, closing, and splitting. A single palm could break all hands, and there were many changes in nature.

But no matter which one it was, the white palm was still placed under the other party's palm, and only occasionally a trace of golden light flashed, like an illusion.

A palm with great force and heavy force was like a mud bull sank into the ground, without any movement or stillness.

"There are two more tricks."

"Tell me how to count!" The old man Scar and Hu Dangjia looked at each other, with unstoppable surprise in his eyes.

In martial arts, the purpose of talking about numbers is naturally not to do business, but to reconcile contradictions and resolve disputes. However, no matter who talks about numbers, you must first take three punches. In slander, this is called dirt and fire.

Because those who are qualified to say numbers are generally respected veteran boxers, and the physical strength of veteran boxers can usually only explode several times with all their strength, so there is a saying that they will take three moves.

Qi Nanyong's expression changed and he took three steps in a row. When talking about numbers, he only defended but did not attack, so he did not expect the danger of the opponent's counterattack. But he did this subconsciously. The other party gave him the feeling that the abyss is as deep as the sea, the level of boxing, and the level of great boxers, and above!

He didn't ask the other party about his qualifications. With this trick alone, he could not be an unknown person.

Liu Laowu and the mute girl showed a surprise expression at the same time.

Only Zhu Lang's mouth opened. As a fellow practitioner, did Kou Shusheng not care about cause and effect at all? What kind of magic was that hand just now?

"Please," Kou Li stretched out his hand.

Qi Nanyong took a deep breath, and his body surface was instantly purple-red and translucent, and white smoke slowly overflowed. Xiangquan also had a nickname, "heavy punching technique", which could break several feet of thick stones.

It is said that its practice method is to sit by the well at midnight, burn incense and pray, use the secret method to hit the moon in the well, and swing a thousand punches every night, and do not intertwin or cultivate them. If you have small success, the strength of the fist can stimulate the well, and it is earnest and sound. For more than a month, the water of the well sways with the fist. People outside the country think it is evil technique, but it is not the case.

Kou Li's eyes lit up and he praised: "Good boxing."

Before he finished speaking, Qi Nanyong bullied himself, raised his feet, poked his heart, and his thumb reached the crotch of the boxing nest. This was called the red sand hand, which was the highest level of the shielding tube.

Before the fist arrived, the force seemed to be like the sprinkled iron sand. It was more concealed than the lead shots fired by the musket.

Kou Li wanted to hide, but it was not that he couldn't escape, but he broke the rules of numbers, and the father and daughter behind him would inevitably die.

‘Puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff —’

A series of collapse sounds came from Kou Li's body, but he didn't even hide, and took the attack!

Qi Nanyong knew the power of this attack. Even if it was a piece of pig iron, it could make a hornet's nest. No matter how high the opponent's boxing skills were, his body was never made of iron.

As expected, Kou Li's hands and feet had obvious signs of sinking, some of which were almost half a foot deep, and bones could be seen.

But the strong men present stood up at the same time, showing a look of horror on their faces. Everyone knew the fierceness of the red sand hand, but there was no wound on the other party's skin, and it was like plasticine, being pinched into an ordinary person by the invisible palm.

Kou Li smiled and signaled the opponent to give the last blow.

Qi Nanyong's face turned blue and white, and after a while, he sighed: "Not just one punch, even a hundred punches will not hurt you."

As a great boxer in Hunan and the person involved, he could feel the mystery of the subtleties of boxing. The other party clearly spitted bee needles in the pores of the whole body (a very thin change) with force to resist the force and eliminate this attack.

It is simple, but being able to do this is almost magical and extraordinary in the level of boxing.

With the fusion of Yi Jin and Wuzhu Cleansing Chapter, Kou Li's body has reached an incredible state.

"You must support this guy?" Qi Nanyong said with an embarrassing expression. He had already guessed who the other party was. If it was really the other party, let alone him, everyone present would not be the other party's opponent.

Kou Li shook his head, "Since I'm talking about numbers, I won't suppress you with my fists. You said that Old Master Liu broke the rules of three martial arts. I'm very curious. This third one does not interfere with the affairs of martial arts. What is this saying?"

The Ganxing boxers all changed their expressions. Unexpectedly, the other party was so keen that they found the key to the problem in an instant.

Hu Dangjia said with a tough bullet: "Our Western Jiangxi Martial Arts Campaign has chosen a new president. This Liu Laowu secretly sabotages us--"

"Who is the president?"

"Hu Tianzhang."

"The Ministry of Justice hunts down the number one wanted criminal on the list, the top three murderers in the Green Forest Main Route, Hu Dahuzi, the leader of the horse bandits outside the Frontier?" Kou Li smiled slightly.

"President Hu has received a pardon from the court and is no longer a wanted criminal," Scar defended himself.

"It seems that your Ganxing is also eyeing the title of the leader of the martial arts world. He actually invited the thief back. Even such a charge can be washed away. So that's it."

Kou Li narrowed his eyes. Those in the court should not risk collusion with the thieves. It seems that the clan should have contributed to it.

The southern families in Jiangnan and Jiangdong have been deeply rooted in the officialdom and have great influence, but they have no influence in the martial arts industry. After all, the local atmosphere is different. The closer to the south, the more literary style, the weaker the martial style, and probably not many talents are produced.

Kou Li glanced at Liu Laowu. Based on his previous speculation, he was probably sure that the admission ticket for President Ganzhou as the leader of the martial arts world is not just a force competing for. After the forces that Liu Laowu followed failed, the master of Zimenquan became an abandoned son and was later liquidated.

If you really feel wronged, it is not a grievance. Killing all your disciples is nothing.

As for beating Qi Xiaowei to death, it should be the result of the compromise between the two sides. Following this idea, maybe the other party is seeking a strategy for the President of Hunan Province to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

"Master Qi should go back. For a disciple, there is no need to lose his family," Kou Li said suddenly.

Qi Nan was reminded of something suddenly, and suddenly thought of it. His expression changed, he swept around fiercely, and then bent respectfully towards Kou Li, saying, "You have saved the reputation of the Southern Martial Arts. We Southern Boxers remember this kindness in our hearts. As long as Liu Laowu is still in Gandi, I will never attack him. This is my guarantee to you."

Then he swept around coldly: "We are not a place where we travel to Hunan to make swordsmen and bullies. Hunan people are united and will not kneel down and beg outsiders to set up signs. The two Hunan boxers are planted on the ground."

After saying that, he turned around and left, and soon disappeared outside the gate.

"Is this over?" Zhu Lang opened his eyes wide. He still couldn't figure out the trick. He just saw Kou Lidong talking a few words and then told the enemy away.

Could it be that if you read too much, you really have the ability to verbally fight?

"The boxers in Hunan are not that easy to penetrate," Kou Li smiled softly, looked at the powerful men with complex expressions, and said so.

The customs and inheritance of boxing are different in different places. For example, Guangdong is the world of martial arts halls and martial arts arenas. The main reason is that since the opening of the sea, people from other places have flocked in and there are many people. Many boxers are outsiders who rely on teaching boxing to make a living.

Ganzhou is the territory of swordsmen and bandits, and it talks about the rules of the Green Forest. If you have a big fist and powerful force, then you will be the boss.

As for Hunan, there is abundant water flow and a lot of land. It is not a martial arts school, but a rural boxer. Locals have built village houses and are very xenophobic, so it is very difficult for outsiders to take away the position of president of Hunan.

Kou Li walked across the suspension bridge and said to Zhu Lang: "Take people down the mountain first, and I'll come later."

"What's the matter?" Zhu Lang wondered.

"Nothing, someone wants to treat me to tea."

Zhu Lang left for a moment and suddenly heard a loud shout from the sky, "You are the Kou Li and Kou Wudi!"

“So what?”

"That's right. Do you know that Liu Xianju has issued a heavenly killing order to you. I will send you, a mortal, to the road now."
Chapter completed!