Bing Hu is slightly smaller than the giant Hu Biao, but his muscles are much denser. The energy contained in his body is not the same order of magnitude at all. Thanks to Hu Biao's failure to come on stage, he will definitely be killed in seconds when he fights head-on.

Xin Tianyou's eyes lit up.

Damn, this guy is not only a walking 320,000 taels of gold, but also a top-quality delicacy.

I and him are the ultimate human body cultivated by scientific and technological civilization and practice civilization. If you continue to evolve, you will evolve various supernatural powers and gradually leave the primitive flesh and blood body category. Today I want to see whether the shoulder pole is wide or the bench is long!

This is also the best basic test specimen.

If you go to the sky and lack a cultivation environment, the peak of the human body will be nothing more than a place like Bing Hu.

By testing him, you can know the combat ability of the population. It is best to compete first with speed, strength, strength, and agility, and finally it is the instant judgment and comprehensive fight...

The clerk who presided over the battle screamed and began...

The square with tens of thousands of people was immediately silent, and even Bai Ling'er's piano sound disappeared. The breeze blew, low and quiet, like admiration and remark.

Bing Hu relied on his identity and did not attack.

Xin Tianyou didn't move, and swallowed a big mouthful of saliva on his masked green cloth. A small piece of it was wet in his mouth.

He treated him as a dish and drooled!

A burst of laughter rang out from the audience.

Zhou Hai couldn't hold back his face and snorted heavily.

Bing Hu was shocked, his body shook and showed his afterimage, and in the blink of an eye it appeared on the edge of the ring. A punch broke through the mountain like a thunder, piercing through the young man's body.

Bang……

The air blew, dragging out a white turbulence.

Everyone screamed "ah" and saw that the man in black was still standing there.

Immediately, Binghu punched out thousands of punches, just like a flat lotus blooming.

The wind is loud and the air flow is turbulent.

The people in the front rows around the ring were so scared that they shrank their necks, as if sharp arrows were throwing guns through their heads. The emotional tiger has not done its best in the past two days!

Oh...

Young Master Huawen and others walked under the arena and did not enter the big circle surrounded by the officers. The two high white banners at the beginning were torn into cloth strips by the fist wind.

Huawen, who had been absent-minded, stared blankly at the white banner that had turned into a mop in seconds, then looked at the ring, and finally showed a little interest.

On the ring, the two people were completely unable to see clearly. After the air was stirred violently, the vision blurred. It was as if hundreds of people overlapped in a small space to fight.

What's strange is that there is no contact between fists and feet. It seems that Bing Hu is chasing a ghost crazy, but he clearly hit it, but he failed again.

The boy's black clothes were like a phantom, flashing.

It seems to be out of here, and everywhere.

In the crowd, Xia Jinyu, who had been disguised again, sent a message to the secret.

"If Bing Hu doesn't go crazy, he will be done. The opponent's speed is faster and he has not exerted his strength yet."

Rong Sheng nodded in response.

"Even the immortal masters, they cannot be allowed to get within three feet, as it is too dangerous."

"Old Rong, isn't the street you saw like this?"

"Ah, don't say, it's quite similar."

"Hahaha... The Fahrenheit royal family really has rich relatives, so there is a good show to see."

More than a minute later, the two separated and retreated to two diagonals of the ring. Bing Hu's body produced fine sweat beads, opened his mouth and sucked hard, and two white air spurted out from his nostrils.

The square heard deafening shouts, stomping feet and chewing chess, and the Chinese were like crazy.

In the past two days, no one was able to dodge under Bing Hu's fist for three moves. He was either beaten to death with one punch or flew out of the ring in just a few seconds.

Some people are also worried that the teenager is much smaller. Although he is agile, he dare not fight head-on. He is always in a position of being beaten and his situation is worrying.

All the people sitting in the ceremonial shed stood up, and Zhou Hai even walked directly to the side of the Taiwan.

The boy in black did not change much, and his breathing was very stable. He turned his head and looked at Zhang Muzhi's eyes. The latter was shocked and took two steps back.

Tong San asked anxiously, what's wrong?

The face of the Secret Detective Department returned to its calmness and whispered:

"It's nothing, good thing, Bing Hu is going to defeat... I am Master Nian, and my spiritual sense is much stronger and sharper than other immortal masters. But the young man on the ring just now was as if he was looking at a mountain or a river... and he vaguely felt a terrifying breath of destruction leaking..."

Tong San asked in surprise, "The Immortal Master of the Dynasty?"

Zhang Muzhi shook his head and said:

"I don't know, I can't see it in my realm... Because of the fierce fighting and his mental power are highly concentrated, I was lucky enough to detect it. When I ran past the window, I thought I was a mortal."

Tong San widened his eyes.

"No way, return to nature, holy fetus?"

Zhang Muzhi smiled and said:

"Not that exaggerated... I guess, the young man should have superpowers and secret techniques, and is an invincible existence on the stage. When Bing Hu was defeated, Zhou Hai was irritable and would definitely take action himself. As a real immortal master who consecrated the third level of the realm, he was only twenty-eight years old and did not break the rules. But the ring ended too early, and Zhou Hai became a private fight. If the young man injured him, it would trigger a crazy pursuit and intensify the deterioration of the relationship between Zhou and China.

"We quickly moved the drip of the copper pot. We originally wanted to end the competition earlier to prevent Xiaoyaobo from taking the stage and cleaning up the mess. From this perspective, we had to delay the time in turn. No matter whether the fight was killed or injured, we would not be investigated afterwards. Even if the Zhou royal family wanted to retaliate against the young man, it would not be carried out openly. At least it would be inconvenient for the great monks to take action, and the Secret Detective Department could block it.

"Hurry and send a code to the inside line on the viewing platform, adjust the original plan to be 20 minutes faster, and change to delay the number of ten minutes..."

Bing Hu breathed evenly, and the explosive momentum condensed from his body became stronger and stronger... When the momentum rose, he walked forward step by step, as if carrying a few thousand pounds of objects. The thick wooden board made a "click" sound, which was quite terrifying.

The boy was not afraid and moved forward, silently under his feet.

As they got closer, everyone's hearts almost pounded to their throats, and several women covered their eyes and dared not look...

When you reach the center, you will encounter a new meeting. Binghu roared and punched like lightning.

The boy no longer dodged and used his fists to fists without any tricks.

Straight punch, hook punch, swing punch, fist against each other.

Bang, bang, bang...

Several huge muffled sounds came out in succession, which made the tea in the building ripples and the ears of everyone in the square beep.

It seemed as if two siege trees weighing tens of thousands of pounds were constantly bombarded, bronze striking corners, white iron rimming and tearing, and wood fibers intertwined and broken...

Crack...

Bing Hu stepped back three steps in a row, leaned forward with his upper body, his strange eyes wide open, and his fists trembled.

The boy's upper body was straight, his legs were bowed and his right arrows were on his left, and he took two steps smoothly.

The hard iron birch floor, starting from the center, burst into crisscrossing cracks.

It has been used for hundreds of years and has a bit rotten inside. It is also made of many pieces of wood, and the joints cannot withstand such a strong and powerful force.
Chapter completed!