Projection of the Heavens

"Um?"

On the training ground, a bald black man in bear skin glanced at Gu Shaoshang, who was standing with his hands behind his back, and frowned.

However, he just frowned and ignored it.

As the world's top boxer training camp, the Siberia training camp naturally does not lack chaebols from all over the world, and the world's sons come to watch.

If he offends the gold master abruptly, the boss is afraid that he will be torn apart.

And Gu Shaoshang's aura is threatening, and he only wears a single shirt in Siberia, I am afraid that he is also a master.

It's easy, and he doesn't want to provoke it.

"Teng Qingshan..."

Gu Shaoshang saw at a glance that among the dozens of children in the corner, the thin and small boy who insisted on gritting his teeth.

When he embodied Xingyiquan, he had Teng Qingshan's memory, so even though he was eight or nine years old at this time, Gu Shaoshang still recognized him at a glance.

Tread!

Gu Shaoshang lightly lifted his footsteps and walked slowly towards Teng Qingshan in the corner.

"Huh? What does he want to do?"

A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the bald black man who had been watching Gu Shaoshang.

The reason why the Siberia training camp maintains its status as the top training camp in the world is because of this cruel and **** training method.

The Siberia training camp has rules that no one should interfere with the members who are training.

Even before the big boss's most beloved son died in the training camp, he just watched quietly and never spoke.

Without the bald black man making a sound, the big men walking in the team have already reached out and touched the long knife and gun on their waist.

Tread!

Gu Shaoshang's face was indifferent, he didn't care about the training camp instructors who were staring at him, and walked slowly to Teng Qingshan.

Snapped!

His white palm stretched out and pressed it on Teng Qingshan's shoulder.

"This is......"

Teng Qingshan, who was in a trance, only felt a heat flow from his shoulders, which spread to his whole body in an instant.

The vitality of the body that was on the verge of collapse from frostbite was suddenly restored, even more energetic than before, and the strength increased greatly.

Hurala!

All the ice cubes condensed around him fell off and fell.

"you....."

He raised his head and saw a young man in a black robe staring at him with a smile on his lips.

In the slight sunlight, it looks like a god.

For a time, unconsciously, he burst into tears.

......

Tread!

Chelf stepped into the largest barracks in the middle of the training camp.

The roaring fireplace was burning, and as soon as he stepped into the barracks, Chelf felt a rush of heat that dissipated the chill from his body.

At this time, in the middle of the camp, on the thick concrete floor, stood a tall white man who was over two meters tall.

The top of the white man's head was shiny with oil, his naked upper body was full of huge muscles with a sense of explosion, and his bare thighs were full of thick black hair.

At first glance, there is a sense of oppression facing the beast.

He stood with his legs spread apart.

Two **** men smeared something like medicinal wine and grease on him.

"let's start!"

The big white man swung his hands away, pushed the two blacks away, and roared, "Use the greatest strength! Hit me!"

call!

The two black people looked at each other, took two steps back, and grabbed the huge iron bar that was as thick as an arm and inserted into the concrete behind them.

Whistling, hitting the bald white man with all his strength.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

A huge drum-like sound resounded one after another.

Chelf's brows jumped again and again, even if it wasn't the first time he saw such a scene, his heart was still shaken.

The bald white man in the middle, named Mera Kimilt, was one of the big bosses behind the Siberia training camp at this time.

With a strong body and a variety of fighting skills, he is not only skilled, but also ruthless. Even if his son dies in front of him, he is a peerless murderer who is calm and calm.

The two black men who kept waving iron rods were also instructors in the Siberia training camp. They were placed in the dark world and were also A-level masters.

A strongman who can knock over a car with a single blow.

But even if the iron rod is bent, it is still difficult to hurt the bald white man.

boom! boom! boom!

Click!

Click!

In the intensive beating sound, the sound of the iron rod breaking suddenly came.

call! call!

As Chelf's eyelids twitched, the broken iron rod pierced into the thick concrete with a "pop" and disappeared.

The two black men took two steps back, holding the broken iron bars in their palms, stained with blood.

"The martial arts of the Chinese people are really good!"

The bald-headed white man's voice was as loud as a bell, and his face was full of satisfaction: "What is this martial art called Heng Lian Shi Shi Tai Bao, its power is much stronger than that of Muay Thai!"

As soon as he stepped, the concrete floor cracked suddenly, and the dense cracks spread in all directions.

"Boss, your Chinese martial arts is even stronger than some of China's internal boxing masters!"

The **** man spoke respectfully.

"Haha! Those Chinese people, short and thin, where is me, the king of black fists, Melakimilt, such a tyrannical body!"

The bald white man Merakimilt laughed loudly, turned his head, looked at Chelf, and said, "Is the fight over?"

"Boss! The boxing match is won, and $200,000 has been credited to your account."

Chelf bowed slightly and said, "That's right, after that, I met a Chinese teenager who was suspected of being SS-class..."

Feeling Melakimilt's anger rising, cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

This white man, who was suspected to have trained as Huaxia Hengxian thirteen Taibao, smiled coldly: "Huaxia's internal boxing master? SS-level powerhouse? Those masters who are so gentle that they can only kill chickens, how can they be considered powerhouses!"

Crackling!

He stretched his arms slightly, his muscles and bones made a sound like a cannonball, and looked at Chelf coldly: "Why did he come to the Siberia training camp?"

"he......"

As soon as Chelf opened his mouth, he heard a huge thunderclap from outside!

Boom!

Merakimirt, who was standing barefoot on the ground, changed his expression slightly, and when he moved his feet, he stepped into the snow naked.

Go to the training ground.

........

call!

Gu Shaoshang raised his palm, looked at Teng Qingshan, and smiled slightly.

Before, I was still thinking about whether to interfere with Teng Qingshan's life trajectory, and if he was always safe, would he still travel through the Kyushu world.

But until he saw Teng Qingshan's small figure, Gu Shaoshang couldn't help frowning.

What if it interferes?

If he doesn't die, he can't take it to the world of Kyushu?

Therefore, he changed his mind and decided to make a move.

After all, he knew Teng Qingshan's memories like the back of his hand, and understood how much of a shadow this encounter had left in his life.

As soon as Gu Shaoshang's palm was retracted, the bald black instructor roared with a grim expression:

"Everyone get out!"

Immediately, he pulled out the gun from his waist, and shot Gu Shaoshang's forehead with two shots.

The surrounding training camp instructors fired at almost the same time, covering Gu Shaoshang and Teng Qingshan.

A group of trainees from the training camp, dragging their stiff bodies, avoided them.

"pistol?"

Gu Shaoshang smiled, the raised palm suddenly lifted, and the five-fingered scorpion protruded like a cloud dragon's claws.

Once in the dragon and snake, these guns could still bring a little threat, but for him at this time, even if he stood still, these guns could not break his oily skin.

This claw sticks out, there is no trace, and everyone present can't see Gu Shaoshang's palm.

It was as if his palm disappeared into the air in an instant!

But what echoed in the air was full of shrieks that the air was torn apart in an instant.

Gu Shaoshang's palm swept out a phantom in the sky amid the whistling of the bullets, and in an instant he captured all the flying bullets in his hand.

Immediately, throw backhand.

call out! call out! call out!

With Gu Shaoshang's throw, the speed of the bullet burst instantly broke the sound barrier, and immediately shot all the training camp instructors who attacked him on the spot.

Blood splattered, stained the snow and ice on the ground red.

"Ah! Go to hell!"

At this moment, from the surrounding barracks, several black men with old-fashioned bazookas on their shoulders rushed out, roaring with ghastly expressions.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

In the midst of several huge roars, one after another rockets pulled up red tail flames and shot at Gu Shaoshang from all directions!

"Rocket? It's a familiar scene."

Gu Shaoshang wrapped one hand around Teng Qingshan, who looked terrified, and smiled lightly.

In the dragon and snake world, he was also attacked by rockets several times. At that time, he still needed to evade in a hurry.

In the tumultuous turbulent air, Gu Shaoshang suddenly stepped on his feet.

Boom!

The concrete floor with a radius of more than ten meters shook, shattered, and rolled. The large blocks of cement carried steel bars and shot in all directions like artillery shells, making a piercing scream!

boom! boom! boom! ......

The huge roar was accompanied by the amazing air waves, blowing away the gravel and snowflakes that were flying all over the sky.

All the rockets were detonated in advance, and Gu Shao was not injured in the slightest.

Whoosh!

Amidst the raging air waves, among the tumbling gravel, Gu Shaoshang embraced Teng Qingshan, standing proudly.

Whoa!

With the sound of hunting in the black robe, Gu Shaoshang looked indifferent, his right palm slowly protruded in the air, and slowly and accurately ejected the debris from the air.

call out! call out! call out! call out!

The ejected gravel made a violent hissing sound, hitting all the instructors and guards of the training camp with great precision.

"what!"

"Ah! Ah!"

"you......"

Amid the countless screams ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, all the training camps who rushed out of the barracks were blasted away by the flying debris.

Grumpy Grumpy!

Large shares of blood flowed recklessly in the ruins, and even with the severe cold of Siberia, the heat instantly rose.

Whoosh!

The north wind whistled and swept away the dust and snowflakes in the sky.

The King of the Black Fist who hurried over, Mera Kimilt, one of the big bosses of the Siberia training camp, saw the miserable death of his subordinates all over the place.

I couldn't help roaring with tears in my eyes: "Ah! Damn it! I'm going to kill you!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

He roared and stepped forward, stepping on the shattered ruins with his bare feet, raising his fists, and pounced on Gu Shaoshang.