Drinking a bottle of 'Eight Treasures Life-Saving Soup' not only replenished your physical strength, but also allowed the wounds on your arms to heal quickly.

"I have to be serious. I'm afraid I can't take care of you. Just wait for me here!"

Huang Shaohong said as he casually knocked out the little tiger in his hand. As a Huajin master, he used his strength just right. He put the little tiger on the roof and freed his hand, intending to play with it seriously.

He is very unhappy now, extremely unhappy, not because he is injured, but because he has thought about it a bit, and he seems to be used as a whetstone by the person behind the scenes!

When he, Huang Shaohong, first mastered the art of martial arts and entered the realm of martial arts, in order to hone his own strength, he used almost the entire fighting world in the capital as his whetstone.

In the world of karate, taekwondo, and martial arts, he has kicked everything that needs to be kicked, knocking down more than a dozen great Anjin boxers, and now he is actually being used as a whetstone. This irony successfully aroused his anger.

Huang Shaohong smiled coldly, "Don't you want to play? Let's see if you cry in the end!"

At this time, the purpose of rescuing the Siberian tiger family has automatically dropped to the second place. The first thing on the list is that I have to say this first.

He jumped directly from behind the house, which was the training ground of the training camp. He wanted to bypass the main road and go directly to find out the person behind the scenes.

He could see clearly from the flying carpet before that the entire training camp had dozens of training venues, large and small, with different functions.

The training ground he entered at this time was a maze-like venue, consisting of brick walls two meters long and three meters high. It looked like it should be a training ground for training street fighting and observation skills.

This kind of training ground looks more like it is used for training mercenaries. Huang Shaohong doesn't know what the use of such a place is in a training camp for training black boxers.

He found the direction and walked through the maze-like place. Suddenly, he saw a cold light flashing from the corner of his eye. From both sides of a wall, two yellow men holding double daggers came over to assassinate him at the same time.

Huang Shaohong was not surprised at all. Not only did he hear the breathing behind the wall when he walked over, but from the moment he planned to get serious, he had changed the hunter's tracking skill from 'tracking beasts' to 'tracking humanoid monsters'

.

In front of the 'tracking humanoid monster', unless it is a dead person, he can clearly know where the other party is even if the other party embeds himself in the wall.

He reached out his hands first and pinched their throats with two clicks, crushing the throat bones of the two yellow men. Huang Shaohong had absolutely no mercy for those who wanted to kill him.

Heart.

"I'll just call these two trash cannon fodder..." After a chuckle, an Asian boy in sportswear came out and stood five meters in front of Huang Shaohong, leaning against the wall with a smile on his face.

With a slight smile, he raised his head: "Uncle, what do you call me?"

This person spoke Chinese, as if he was sure that Huang Shaohong was Chinese.

'Bang, bang' footsteps sounded, and a strong black man over two meters tall, comparable to Shark O'Neal, with a bare upper body and a strong upper body, stood five meters behind Huang Shaohong, with a cruel smile on his face:

"Hey, who among us will make the move first?"

While he was speaking, a young man with the same bare upper body and an unsheathed sword appeared on the left side of Huang Shaohong, and on his right side was an Asian with bronze skin wrapped in white cloth.

It looks like someone doing Muay Thai.

The demeanor and momentum of these four people after they appeared gave people the feeling that I was a master.

Huang Shaohong asked the young man in front of him with an indifferent expression: "Are you also from China? Now get out of here and I won't kill you!"

The young man said with a smile: "Uncle, there must be a limit to how awesome Cui is. You won't know until you beat me whether you can kill me!"

After saying that, he suddenly stepped forward and took action with his Wing Chun dart finger. At the same time, he stepped forward with his front foot and stepped on Huang Shaohong's face!

Huang Shaohong shook his head secretly in his heart, there are always some people who cannot recognize themselves and seek death.

He struck out with a crane peck, with his five fingers clasping like a crane's beak. When he struck out, he made a sharp sound that broke through the air because of his speed, which sounded like a crane's cry.

The spine is slightly bowed, the shoulders are slumped, and the elbows are slumped. The whole person looks like a crane fishing in the water. With a move, the crane pecks and then strikes first. Five fingers that are close together are poking at the young man's temples, and the hidden force is direct.

Penetrating into the opponent's body, piercing the opponent's blood vessels and mincing the brain, it was considered a pleasure for the young man.

Bleeding from all orifices, Yongchun boy... died!

"Baga!" The silver light flowed, and the young man holding the sword on the left cursed a Japanese language. The sword flew across the sky like a meteor, and instantly struck the side of Huang Shaohong's neck. It was also a move to save Huang Shaohong's life.

The Muay Thai master on the right moved almost at the same time as the devil. He kicked Huang Shaohong directly in the chest and abdomen with a sweeping kick. This leg alone has a force of at least 500 kilograms. If the kick hits an ordinary person, it can directly shatter the internal organs.

Huang Shaohong really didn't understand how these people could feel so good. They obviously didn't even have dark energy, but they didn't have the foresight to provoke him, a master of transformation energy.

He stretched out his left arm slightly, with five fingers like hooks, and grabbed it with his fingers, grabbing at the blade. At the same time, he raised his right leg and kicked the Muay Thai boy with a 'Tiger Sweep' move.

Both the Japanese and the Thai guy looked happy. They all thought Huang Shaohong was crazy.

Originally, when they saw Huang Shaohong defeat the Wing Chun boy with one move, they were worried that the opponent was a great master. But now they were completely relieved. They thought that they could use their bare hands to catch the sword and use their legs to kick against the Muay Thai master. They were normal people.

Wouldn't do that.

In addition to being surprised, they put an extra three points on their hands and legs.

Huang Shaohong made contact with the Japanese sword with a tiger-shaped split palm. The point of contact was extremely clever. He struck the spine of the sword accurately with one palm. The spine of the sword sank. He took advantage of the situation and buckled and grabbed it. The five fingers of the tiger claw grabbed the blade and suddenly

Use the force 'Beng' to directly break the sword into two pieces.

At the same time, his sweeping leg collided with the Thai boy's sweeping leg!

‘Click’!

The natural sound of fracture reached the ears of the Thai guy, which made him extremely satisfied. But 0.01 seconds later, the severe pain in his leg ruthlessly told him that the broken leg was his own.

Huang Shaohong inserted half of the dagger into the Japanese guy's throat with his left hand. At the same time, before the Thai boy broke his leg and fell down, he stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on his heart. His secret strength burst out, and his heart was shattered. This palm could be called 'destroying'.

Heart palm'!

The strong man who was comparable to O'Neal laughed loudly at this time and said in English: "Boy, you killed them so that I could monopolize the bonus. I really want to thank you very much. Come on, let me give you your

Broken neck!”

After saying that, he rushed towards Huang Shaohong with big strides "dong dong dong".

It's okay for this big man to stand still. With this move, his footsteps shook the ground. His move was like a collision in wrestling. With his huge body, this move was no better than any boxing champion's killing moves.

Not bad, even worse to a certain extent.

Huang Shaohong didn't wait for him to get closer. He stepped forward and hit the Big Mac with a blow. This blow, which could send an ordinary person flying more than ten meters away, actually only knocked back the Big Mac five or six times.

He took a few steps, and then he knelt down on the ground with a painful look on his face, clutching his stomach, and blood continued to flow from his mouth.

"Whose neck do you want to break?"
Chapter completed!