Maoshan Ghost King

With his hands on his back, Hu Jinyang walked slowly towards the top of the ring, his momentum was calm, he was immortal, he looked like a man born in the world, all the spotlights shrouded his body, and at the same time gathered everyone present. Gaze.

At this moment, Hu Jinyang's heart is also like a windy sea, the waves are magnificent, he has cultivated hard for decades, the moment of fame is about to come, why does he not get excited?

In the end, Hu Jinyang came to the arena and stood face to face with the Indian master. The eyes of the Indian master also fell on Hu Jinyang, and suddenly he felt a good breath from the master, which was better than before. Those masters are too tough. For the first time, this Indian master has an indescribable sense of crisis.

At this moment, the Indian master thought of the person who had secretly attacked himself with a hidden weapon just now, and his eyes suddenly became dark, and said in very blunt Chinese: "Just...was it you?"

Hu Jinyang didn't know what the Indian master meant, and he felt a little puzzled, but in order to show his awe-inspiring attitude of being superior, he directly admitted it and said casually: "It's me, I am Hu Jinyang!"

"Despicable!" The Indian master's gaze on Hu Jinyang was suddenly full of hatred.

At this moment, someone had already taken out the life and death certificates, and asked the two masters to sign and draw them separately. The host also stepped onto the stage and said excitedly: "My friends, an exciting moment is coming. I didn't expect the last moment. , Another master has come forward to challenge the Indian master Singh! This is estimated to be the last competition tonight, and we will wait and see who is the winner!"

Everyone in the audience gave out a round of applause again.

At this moment, Hu Jinyang stretched out his hands and signaled everyone to be quiet. Seeing that Hu Jinyang had something to say, the host quickly handed the microphone over like a dogleg. Hu Jinyang coughed dryly, and said awe-inspiringly: "Everyone. With friends on the rivers and lakes, old man Hu Jinyang, Xishanren, throughout the entire game, my Chinese sons and daughters came out in large numbers, and several competitions made people excited. However, a foreigner from India killed my race. , To destroy my Chinese power and prestige, the old man is really sad to see in his eyes!"

"In the land of Huaxia, there is never a shortage of hot-blooded men. Although I am over 60 years old, I can't bear to fall into the hands of the barbarians of the Gentiles. That's why I stand up at this moment and shout for my Huaxia. With one breath, even if you die, you will die without regrets!"

As soon as this statement was made, the applause in the audience became more enthusiastic. All of them stood up on their seats, slapped the mountain, and their faces flushed with excitement. They all praised Hu Jinyang's words.

Some soft-hearted people left two lines of tears for the old man.

The only person in the audience was Ge Yu who gave a disdainful snort. This old man was too utilitarian. In order to become famous in China, the Guan family organized such an underground ring match, which caused countless deaths and injuries. It was because of him, but now he stood up and said such scenes, he is definitely a complete hypocrite.

It is that he himself can become famous, this is how many lives have been taken in! Everyone has become a stepping stone for this old man.

As soon as Hu Jinyang spoke, he turned around and faced the Indian master again, still holding his hands behind his back, and said in a deep voice, "Come on, let me show you what you can do!"

The Indian master was already impatiently angry, and after signing the life and death certificate, he rushed towards Hu Jinyang directly.

This Hu Jinyang has worked hard for thirty years in the deep mountains, and he is absolutely capable. The Indian master is extremely fast, and his whole body seems to be boneless. When he comes up, he wants to wrap Hu Jinyang's whole body and break his bones. Tendons.

However, Hu Jinyang's footsteps were lighter. At the beginning, he didn't entangle with the Indian master. With his flexible posture, he flickered and drifted from side to side. Every time the Indian master was about to catch him, he quickly dodges. , Then stretched out a hand and tapped it towards the body of the Indian master.

Off the court, Hu Jinyang has noticed the Indian master for a long time, and his methods have already been well understood. This Indian master has a body like a snake, with soft bones, and has a strong ability to resist hits. He has trained his body. It was like a rubber band, which seemed to have no flaws and made people invulnerable, but Hu Jinyang caught his weakness by using that special technique to hit the key points of the Indian master.

No matter anyone, the acupuncture points on his body are the same. It is only a matter of time before he hits the key points of this Indian master one by one, removes his defenses, disintegrates them, and defeats him.

The people in the audience were a bit unclear, so they just saw that Hu Jinyang kept dodge and never attacked. Sometimes he patted the Indian master or occasionally poked his finger. There was no much damage at all. There is no such thrilling feeling.

However, the Indian master who was hit by Hu Jinyang was truly horrified. Every time he was hit by Hu Jinyang, his body became like an electric shock, his body became more and more rigid, and even his movements became slower.

In this way, after being hit by Hu Jinyang for more than a dozen times, the Indian master was already sweating like rain.

In panic, the Indian master had retreated again and again, knowing that he was not Hu Jinyang's opponent, so he thought about surrendering himself, and if he continued to fight like this, he had only a dead end.

The Indian master just opened his mouth to shout out the three words "I admit defeat". It was too late. The word "I" had not yet been uttered. Hu Jinyang had already been next to him, with a palm facing him. Patted him over.

This palm was strong and powerful, and it was enough to drive mountains and rocks. The Indian master was so frightened that he quickly stretched out his hands and blocked him in front of him, and the most exciting scene happened.

With this palm, Hu Jinyang almost exhausted all his strength. A palm directly smashed the hands of the Indian master, his internal strength was rolling, and his momentum was unabated, and it fell on the Indian master's chest.

The Indian master didn't even have time to let out a scream, his body was blown out like a cannonball, and he directly knocked the ring through a gap and fell to the stage.

The place where the Indian master's legs crossed, cut two deep ravines on the ground on the ring.

When I went to see the Indian master again, a large chunk collapsed directly in his chest, and a palm print was clearly visible on his chest, and the person was bleeding from his orifices and died on the spot.

What a violent means!

The people under the whole stand screamed.