Chapter 1327: The Greatest Battle 2

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Hong Wending stood on the ring, his whole body upright like a javelin, holding the soul-chasing life-killing gun in his hand, the tip of the gun shining with cold light, which made everyone feel cold.

After Qiao Wei took a look below, he shook his head gently and said, "Sure enough, the father of the tiger has no son of the dog. Master Hong is so good at shooting three times. In terms of marksmanship alone, my eldest brother can suppress him.

As far as kung fu is concerned, except for our two brothers, no one among you is his opponent. We admit defeat in this battle. "

His approach caused an uproar below. No one expected that he would admit defeat. You must know that two out of three games are best. Each game is very important. If there is a slight deviation here, all the previous efforts will be wasted.

Hong Xiguan smiled slightly and said: "Gang Leader Qiao is really a character. He is so considerate of his subordinates. My son is already far better than me, and his abilities are above mine.

I have also heard that your brother Yang Wuwei is definitely a master of marksmanship. If you don't mind, I hope my son can learn from him. "

Zhao Yiming laughed and said: "My eldest brother has never found a good disciple. Your son is definitely the best candidate. This is a win-win outcome."

Hong Wending had already come down from the stage, without any joy of victory at all. After hearing what the two of them said, he nodded calmly.

Qiao Wei said with a smile on his face: "I know my nephew is unhappy and feels that we are exaggerating. Although your marksmanship is good, it has not yet formed its own momentum."

Zhao Yiming smiled at this, and then made a few handprints. A space passage opened, and Yang Wuwei quickly came over.

He said calmly: "Why did the two worthy brothers call me here? Do they still need me to take action?"

After Hong Xiguan saw Yang Wuwei, his eyes immediately shrank. He felt extremely domineering in the other person, and his life-threatening choke gun trembled slightly. This was completely a sign of surrender.

Hong Wending was also horrified in his heart. He felt that after seeing the other party, he didn't even have the courage to shoot, as if he was facing an emperor with a gun.

Zhao Yiming told the whole story, and Yang Wuwei looked Hong Wending up and down, nodded and said: "It is indeed a good prospect, with a very solid foundation, but it is a pity that it is difficult to go further.

If you are willing to worship me as your teacher, I dare not say that you will have any great achievements in the future. Becoming a grandmaster should be easy. "

Hong Wending immediately stepped forward and said with a respectful expression: "Master, please bow down to me three times. From now on, I will be sent by my master, and I will go through fire and water without hesitation."

Yang Wuwei laughed, lifted him up casually and said, "Today you are my apprentice, I will accept your worship. From now on, you must know that when practicing spear practice, you must make progress without retreating, and you must move forward if you are not alive or dead."

And as a human being, you should be like the gun in your hand, always straight. These knees only kneel to your parents, and from now on no one else. "

Hong Wending nodded seriously, and then like his father saying goodbye, he followed Yang Wuwei back to the God Realm, where he began his own cultivation process.

This scene shocked the people below. They didn't know what they were doing, and how they could have fun as a family. The two parties had become related and could they still have fun.

At this time, the prince flew up to the ring, holding a pair of short sticks in his hands, and said with a fighting spirit: "I don't know who can come up and give me advice."

Zhao Yiming entered the ring with a smile and said calmly: "I haven't fought with anyone for many years. Let me think about it carefully. If I don't use kung fu to fight with you, I won't be able to win against you." Wu."

The prince roared angrily: "You are too arrogant. Use whatever means you have. If I frown, I won't be a man."

Everyone felt a flash of cold light, and when they looked at the prince, they found that two of his eyebrows were gone. These people were all horrified, this was too fucking awesome.

The prince also felt it and reached out to touch Mei's eyes. Then a look of horror appeared on his face, knowing that if the other party wanted to kill him, it would be very easy.

Zhao Yiming said with a smile at this time: "I have been accustomed to using magic weapons for so many years, and I have never had a general under my command. However, using magic weapons in this arena is just to bully you, so I said that I have to think about it. I am not looking down on you." mean.

I remember that when I first learned Kung Fu, I learned a set of Siping Fist. This set of boxing focuses on being even and stable, and it is just for tempering yourself. I will use this set of boxing to play with you. "

The prince had already put away his contempt at this time. He held two short sticks in his hands and was cautiously on guard. He looked at the other party with bright eyes.

Zhao Yiming slowly took a step forward and hit him with a mid-level punch. The opponent had a pair of sticks. This punch hit the double sticks. Everyone heard a crisp sound and the two short sticks broke inch by inch. .

He shook his head again and said: "The realm gap between you and me is too big. I was really sorry just now. You asked me to suppress my realm for a while, and then we can fight again."

Everyone felt that his aura was constantly shrinking, and finally he slowly became almost like an ordinary person, and then he waved to the prince.

The prince swallowed, kicked his feet on the ground, and rushed towards the opponent fiercely. He knew that if he didn't take action, he would not have the courage to take action again.

The prince leaped up in the air, and hit the opponent's head with his knees. His moves were all self-created, emphasizing the powerful lethality.

Zhao Yiming still looked unhurried, dodged to the side, let the opponent fly past him, and then slapped the opponent's back with his hand, knocking the opponent far away.

The prince turned in the air, and all his moves were launched, attacking like a storm. Zhao Yiming was like a small boat in the wind and rain, drifting with the opponent's fists.

Jiang Tiansheng sighed and said, "It's really a great style. This is a chance for the prince to show off. If he really fights back, he should be able to take down the prince with one move."

Jiang Tianyang continued on the side: "Your elder brother and younger brother are so powerful. I believe your skills must be extraordinary. I am convinced and have nothing to say."

Zhao Yiming smiled slightly on the stage and said, "Your attack is really very fierce. I can't do anything to you for a while. How about this fight between you and me?"

The prince was stunned when he heard it. The opponent only threw one punch from beginning to end, and the rest of the time he was parrying and dodging, just like teasing himself, how come it suddenly ended in a draw.