Zhang Lu stepped forward and stood upright.

Tan Xiaolin ordered, "Big stones were broken in her chest and flames were blowing on her mouth. This is a lost acrobatic, we won't."

"But it's worth it to see such a wonderful performance."

Nehru was very dissatisfied with a certain word in Tan Xiaolin's painting and interrupted and said loudly, "This is hard qigong, not acrobatics!"

Tan Xiaolin ignored Nehru, stared at Zhang Lu's pupils, and said aloud, "Subdue without fighting is not the true nature of our Yan people."

"However, we lost, so you have to put in the best kung fu and show them what is Yan Kingdom martial arts, real kung fu!"

"yes!"

Zhang Lu responded loudly, his voice rolling like thunder, and it was extremely clear into the ears of everyone present.

Just a loud response made everyone's eardrums tremble, and their eyes couldn't help but focus on Zhang Lu.

In addition to 98 contestants fighting in Xuefeng, they have seen Zhang Lu's sniping ability. Old Hupus and Mbale have fought with Zhang Lu and know his terrifying strength.

Special forces from many countries have never seen Zhang Lu's ability, but they have all heard that this soldier, code-named rookie in the Yan Kingdom, is the world's strongest hunter and world's strongest instructor.

These people all want to see the skills of the world's strongest hunter, and a trace of expectation flows out of their eyes.

Some madmen even cheered.

"We don't look at acrobatics, we have to look at Yanguo Kung Fu."

"That's right, it's Bruce Lee's kind."

"Yan Ren, let us see what the real Yan Kingdom Kung Fu is."

“…”

Nehru heard someone calling their hard qigong acrobatics, and glared at him and swept over.

"What true Yan Kingdom Kung Fu is passed down by us. Our yd kung Fu is orthodox." Nehru shouted sternly.

But no one paid attention to Nehru. Although there were a few moments, the performance was more meaningful. As soldiers, what they wanted to see was the skill of killing people, rather than flirting with flirting.

Tan Xiaolin asked seriously, "Rookie, do you know what Long Xiaoyun means?"

Zhang Lu shouted loudly, "The symbol of Yan Kingdom Kung Fu."

"No, the most specialty of our Yan Kingdom is humanistic kung fu. In the past, there was Bruce Lee, and today there was you."

"You have to tell them with facts that real martial arts, real hard qigong, and real Yanguo Kung Fu, rather than sensationalism and street performance, is a killing of one blow!"

Zhang Lu's eyes were red, and he killed the erection, and was on the swallowing.

roar!

A roar of thunder was like a thunderclap on the ground.

Suddenly, everyone's ears buzzed, and the eardrums felt even more tingling.

People who know Zhang Lu's ability are shocked even if they are mentally prepared.

They have all experienced high-decibel special training. Even if the cannon lands nearby and explodes, it will only buzz and shake, which will not make the eardrums tingle.

And the person who saw Zhang Lu's ability for the first time changed his expression and he retreated in unison.

Because these people not only felt a tingling eardrum, but also felt an extremely violent aura. This aura was even stronger and more fierce than the captain of the soldier king.

Under the erosion of this momentum, I subconsciously retreated to avoid the impact of the fierce momentum.

"Is this the ability of the world's strongest hunter? What a terrible momentum."

"It's even more fierce than a wolf, and more fierce than a tiger... It's unbelievable that this is actually the momentum that a person exudes."

"At that moment, I seemed to see a tiger pursing over."

"Me too!"

Special forces soldiers with a lack of firm mind will easily have hallucinations and exclaim one by one when they are rushed by the violent killing aura of the cannibal tree.

Zhang Lu walked forward step by step, and everyone's eyes moved with Zhang Lu's movement. Surprise flashed through his pupils, not knowing what he was going to do.

Zhang Lu walked to a big tree. This was an iron elm with a diameter of more than 30 cm and extremely hard.

On the trunk of this iron elm tree, there are still quilts shot by bullets and dense scars.

But the iron elm was too hard, and the bullets only smashed the bark, leaving a shallow bullet hole that could not be shot into the trees at all.

"What is he going to do? Do he use iron elm to perform real Yanguo Kung Fu?"

"Impossible, the iron elm is very hard, and the bullet leaves a trace. His fist can at most break the bark."

"The Fire Man seems to have chosen the wrong person. He should find a sandbag, or ordinary pine wood, instead of iron elm wood."

“…”

Most of the special forces shook their heads. They had watched Bruce Lee's fighting video. His inch fist was fierce and could knock a tall black man away with one punch.

But even if Bruce Lee is resurrected, there is no way to deal with Tie Yum.

On the commando of the y country, not far away, a special forces soldier whispered in a low voice, "Captain, he won't want to interrupt this iron elm, right? This is an extremely hard iron elm." A guess surprised him.

"Ordinary trees have this strength, and we have seen them. As for iron elm, it should not work." Seymour's tone was not very sure, his pupils shrank slightly, and he stared at Zhang Lu tightly.

In Zhang Lu's eyes, shadows of seeds flashed.

The flexibility of willows, the strength of cactus, the rush of dragon blood tree, the ferocity of man-eating tree, the mystery of the red flower, the sacredness of Bodhi tree, the entanglement of morning glory, the deformation of mimosa, the frozen plum blossoms, the self-healing of the resurrection grass, the explosion of the bomb tree...

That day, Zhang Lu walked into the mountains. In order to see the roads he had stepped on with his own eyes, the passion shed by his predecessors, and found hope for a strong country and a strong seed.

He walked through the earth, forcing the Wujiang River, crossed the Chishui River four times, crossed the Jinsha River, crossed the Dadu River, seized the Luding Bridge, crossed the snow-capped mountains, and crossed the grassland... He passed 18 mountains, crossed 24 rivers, walked through the weeds, crossed the snow-capped mountains, and traveled 25,000 miles.

In my ears, the sound of suona sounded.

The wind was blowing, the horse was roaring, and the roars of charge covered the sound of artillery fire at the scene.

Countless revolutionary martyrs, fearing sacrifice, went on one after another...

The seven-colored flowers in Zhang Lu's mind bloomed instantly, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, white and purple, and the seven colors combined together were extremely dazzling.

The internal organs surged, like a huge toad encouraging, and the sound of a cow mooing faintly came from.

A heat flowed out of the internal organs and finally flowed into the arms.

Suddenly punched!

Swish!

A seven-color rainbow spans the sky, extremely gorgeous.

Is this a coincidence?

As soon as the opponent's fist was blasted out, a rainbow appeared in the sky, and it was fleeting.

Such a strange scene, everyone's heart trembled fiercely!

Even the Huo Phoenix, who were holding her arms with both hands, opened her mouth wide and was shocked.

Boom!

The extremely hard iron elm fell down with a bang, and a burst of dust rose.
Chapter completed!