The fist wind is mighty, and the strong wind rolls up.

Ancient Muay Thai practitioners are different from the traditional martial artists in China, domestic martial artists pay attention to both internal and external cultivation, while Songtao although there is breath in the body, but the body is stronger, quite biased, specializing in the practice of the body of the horizontal martial artist, speed, strength, muscle strength is enough to challenge the dark strength of the martial artist.

He was confident that the punch would blow Zhuo Bufan's head out.

Zhuo Shanshan exclaimed, her eyes widened and her small hands covered her mouth.

Zhuo Bufan raised his hand and met it with a fluttering punch, and the fists of the two collided together.

Boom......

There was a sound like metal delivery, Songtao's arm twisted like a small snake, the bones were broken, and even the white bone stubble pierced the skin, the whole arm was drenched in blood, and the whole person flew out upside down.

"You're too weak. Zhuo Bufan shook his head and said lightly.

Songtao fell in the ring, and his right arm was completely deformed, and even if it was connected, it would be scrapped.

"No...... It's impossible to ......" Songtao's eyes were blank, and his pupils were dilated. Having been trained in the harshest of things since he was a child, he didn't even snort even though his bones were all broken.

Such a result had long been expected by Qin Yang and the old man, Zhuo Bufan was at least a grandmaster-level martial artist, and a small Songtao was not enough to see in front of him.

But Qin Tong and Qin Yun shook their throats, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva at the same time, they couldn't believe that all this in front of them was true.

The audience was silent.

Songtao's fighting strength is obvious to all, even Meng Hansen, one of the double-flower red sticks of the Fire Tiger Gang, was killed by him, but now he was punched out by a teenager, is this a superman?

In fact, Zhuo Bufan's golden skin has reached the third layer, and he can't even be pierced by bullets, let alone a mortal's fist, which falls on him like an itch.

"Is Zhuo Bufan a martial artist?" Zhuo Fang's eyes widened, stunned, and after a long while, he muttered to himself.

In such a short period of time, his mood was like a roller coaster. originally thought that when he arrived at the university, he began to show extraordinary communication skills, and he had left Zhuo Bufan far behind, but now Zhuo Bufan's power with one punch directly crushed all the pride in his heart.

Without the strength of a real martial artist, a family will have no background and will never become a fourth-level family, and Zhuo Bufan is a martial artist, what this represents is self-evident, even if he mixes into the position of vice governor, he will not be able to reach his position.

"Good...... It's amazing, is he mutated?" Zhuo Shuai's eyes almost fell to the ground, he usually likes to watch American movies, and his mind is suddenly cranky.

"Brother Fan, I'm scared to death. Zhuo Shanshan saw him standing in the ring in high spirits, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and smoothed his chest with his little hand.

"Bullying my sister is a dead end. Zhuo Bufan looked at him, his eyes were like electricity, and his momentum was overwhelming.

Song Tao's face changed drastically, "Don't ...... Don't kill me...... Is someone asking you to provoke you to kill you, you don't kill me, I'll tell you who he is?"

"No need. After Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, the whole person jumped up in the air and stepped down.

"Stop. A thunderous shout rang out.

Zhuo Bufan turned a deaf ear, stepped on Song Tao's chest with the soles of his feet, and suddenly a large piece of his chest was concave, and the bones pierced the lung lobes and heart, Song Tao's eyes were not daring, his head was crooked, and a wisp of blood overflowed from his mouth, and he died on the spot.

"You...... You dare to kill my disciple. ”

The whole body of the person who was drinking just now trembled, and his eyes were like sharp arrows. An old man with short white hair, hair upside down, wearing a white Tang costume embroidered with golden dragon patterns, a clear face, and Songtao are both Thai.

At this time, many bodyguards in black clothes and black pants in the boxing stadium also surrounded the ring, Songtao is the top fighter in the field, and can create hundreds of millions of income for the boxing arena every year.

Manager Ma Teng was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, Songtao died, and he was afraid that his position as a manager would not be saved.

Qin Yang and the old man, who were sitting in the first row, reacted, and their faces changed greatly.

Qin Yang jumped up and suddenly ran directly to the side of the ring, Ma Teng saw him, hurriedly bowed, and shouted respectfully: "Big Prince." ”

"I'm from Rinima, and I've withdrawn people from me. Qin Yang kicked him on the belly and scolded loudly.

The eldest prince of Qin was born in a family, gentle and elegant, and personable, when did he explode in public, Manager Ma turned pale with fright, and almost fainted, he had never seen the eldest prince get so angry.

Qin Yang couldn't wait to slaughter this guy, even Song Tao couldn't catch his punch, Pu Tiedao's black knife couldn't cut his body, and no matter how many bodyguards came up, they would deliver food.

The white-haired old man is Songtao's master, one of the inheritances of ancient Muay Thai, called Guzan.

"Qin Shao, what are you doing here, could it be that if he killed my apprentice, your Qin family will ignore it?" Gu Zan was angry and said loudly.

Qin Yang frowned, this old man was dying, "Mr. Gu, your Muay Thai lineage is just cooperating with our boxing stadium, and the money for each game is given to you according to the proportion of seventy percent, and we have already said that life and death in the ring are fateful, and wealth is in the sky." ”

Gu Zan frowned and snorted coldly.

It's not that he feels sorry for Songtao, the key is that if there is one less strong general, he will lose nearly 10 million yuan of income every month.

"Okay, since your Qin family doesn't want to take care of it, then let me kill him. Gu Zan's eyes were like cold spots, and there seemed to be a sound in the air, which was a situation where a person's momentum had risen to the extreme, and even the air had changed.

The old man's face beside Qin Yang changed, "Is this guy a master of martial arts? Coupled with their ancient Muay Thai secret skills, I'm afraid even I am not his opponent." ”

Qin Yang's face also changed.

"Death!" Guzan stretched out his dry palm, grasped the iron lock the size of a pigeon's egg, and lifted it vigorously, and the chain about three meters long was broken and held in his hand, like a long black whip like Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan teleported away.

"Bang. There was a heavy sound, cement chips flew like rain, and a crack three inches deep and as long as a zhang appeared in the ring, as if an iron chain smashed the ring in half.

The audience in the audience is already crazy, it is so exciting, it is even more shocking than a 3D three-dimensional martial arts movie.

"Huh!"

The smoke was billowing and then dispersed, but Gu Zan found that Zhuo Bufan was gone.

At this moment, a danger from within him made his hair tremble.

When he raised his head, he saw that Zhuo Bufan descended from heaven like a god, and fell from the sky with one foot.

"Holy shit, it's not a goddamn foot, is it?" someone was surprised.