My elf is 100 million points stronger

In the west of Jinhuang City, Bai Luo looked at this antique gymnasium made of solid wood.

"This gymnasium is much more lively than Nazi's house."

Bai Luo rubbed his chin. There were people coming and going on the wide road in front of him, all of them were wearing white combat uniforms with various belts on their foreheads.

There are burly men, immature youths, and two old men who, although old, exude a dangerous aura that makes Bai Luo feel dangerous.

They are surrounded by fighting elves, each of whom is full of muscles, has a strong breath, and looks very fierce.

Just this battle, it was much more lively than the super power gymnasium on the other side.

As a metropolis with two gymnasiums, Jinhuang City naturally has a large number of trainers, and the fighting gymnasium, which is relatively less challenging, has become everyone's first choice.

But this number is a bit abnormal, and looking at the appearance of many people, they don't look like trainers who are here to challenge the badge, but professional fighters.

At this time, Bai Luo walked by a young man in exercise clothes, with a red belt tied around his head.

"Excuse me, is there any event going to be held in this gymnasium today?"

Bai Luo called the young man to stop, watching the young man's heck kick, the corner of Bai Luo's mouth couldn't help twitching.

"You don't know?" the boy stopped kicking and asked in surprise.

Bai Luo nodded, and the young man became enthusiastic all of a sudden, facing Bai Luo, he said, "Today is the day when the head of the martial arts hall will face Master Yanhong. These two, as well-known fighting masters, are going to have an elf duel!"

Wude?

Bai Luo knew that this was the name of the owner of the Fighting Gym. The reason why he remembered this old man was because according to the information he found, this old man lost to Na Zi more than 40 times...

It can be called a classic case of perseverance.

But the other Yan Hong, Bai Luo didn't have the slightest impression, presumably he should be a famous figure only in the circle of fighters.

Here I have to mention the profession of fighters.

Fighters are a self-contained profession in the elf world. The entry requirements are much simpler than becoming superpowers. You only need to temper your body and practice with fighting elves to be called a fighter.

Among this large number of fighters, there can always be a few people with extremely high attainments and extraordinary strength.

For example, Xiba, the king of fighting in Kanto, is a ruthless man who can fight with big rock snakes hand-to-hand, and Ah Si, the owner of the Zhanlan Gym in the Chengdu area, who has taught Qinglu.

What impresses Bai Luo the most is the Master Mashi Dema who lives in seclusion on the isolated island of armor far away in the Galar region. This champion with a similar name and style has a domineering record of undefeated for 18 years.

Especially the apprentice under Mr. Ma is too famous, that is Emperor Dan who is called the strongest champion.

Bai Luo still remembered the grand scene of the super giant fire-breathing dragon covering the sky and covering the sun dominating one side, sprinkling monstrous fire.

Bai Luo asked: "Then today's Gym Challenge can still go on as usual?"

That's right, he came to challenge the fighting gym today. The purpose is to test the strength of the wind speed dog after evolution. The appointment on the official website of the fighting gym is still normal. I didn't expect to find such a thing when I came to the door. .

"Of course, and it's also possible that Master Yanhong gave the advice himself!"

The young man glanced at the dazed Bai Luo, patted his head, and said with a smile: "Looking at your outfit, you are definitely not a fighter. It's normal not to know Master Yanhong's name!"

"Master Yanhong is a fighter who has practiced on that island! And he was taught by him!"

that island?

Bai Luo's heart skipped a beat: "Island of Armor?"

The young man nodded vigorously: "Yes, it is the holy place in the hearts of fighters!",

This is really what I want, just thinking of Master Ma, a fighting master who has practiced on Kaidao came, which is a bit interesting.

And, Holy Land?Bai Luo touched his chin in surprise, it seems that Master Ma's influence is much greater than he imagined.

"Didn't it mean that the Galar region is very repulsive to foreign trainers, and there is no desire to explore outside, and there are only a few people on the Island of Armor, how can there be a fighter from the Island of Armor?"

Bai Luo followed the young man to the gymnasium, and now he was also aroused.

If this master Yanhong really practiced on the isolated island of armor, and the opponent is still a trainer at the level of the gymnasium owner, this duel will be interesting.

Might be able to learn something from it.

The inside of the Fighting Gym is an extremely spacious practice field, which is already full of people, most of whom are dressed as fighters, only a few trainers in ordinary clothes.

Everyone sat quietly on the periphery of the practice field, and the atmosphere was very solemn.

The boy dragged Bai Luo to sit on the outer futon. He suppressed his excitement and introduced to Bai Luo the two people sitting opposite each other in the training ground.

"That's the master of martial arts!"

Facing Bai Luo, there was a burly man kneeling on his knees. His loose practice clothes were held up by his muscles, and he looked a little tense. His face was firm and firm, and his jaw was surrounded by short, hard black stubble, like steel needles.

The museum owner also had a red band on his forehead, exactly the same as the one on the boy's head.

"The master of martial arts is my idol!"

Sensing Bai Luo's gaze, the boy quickly explained.

Bai Luo didn't speak, his eyes moved to the figure with his back turned.

The figure looked a little thin, and the loose gray exercise clothes were draped on his body, which gave him a bit of fairy air out of thin air.

"Hiss, there is something."

The purple light wheel in Bai Luo's eyes flashed away. With the help of the superpower upgraded to [lv1], he can roughly tell how strong a trainer is. This Master Yanhong made him feel a slight threat.

This kind of perception is aimed at the aura that is combined with the elf on the trainer, not just the aura of the trainer himself, so the results obtained are more accurate.

Moreover, the personal fighting power of Master Yanhong should not be underestimated.

The exposed hands and feet were covered with thick calluses, and from Bai Luo's angle, one could see the smoothed bones of his fists.

It's a tried and tested proof.

The moment the light wheel in Bai Luo's eyes disappeared, Master Yanhong turned his head and looked in the direction of Bai Luo.

"Found me?"

Bai Luo quickly lowered his head, Master Yanhong looked to be over 50 years old, there were already wrinkles on his plain face, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, like a young boy.

At this time, the owner of the hall, Wu De, stood up, his muscles agitated, and he said in a deep voice: "Master Yanhong, the time is up, let's start."

Yan Hong also turned his head, stood up, and said in a gentle tone, "Alright, then, Master Wude first."

The two saluted each other, and every move, every word and every action had the taste of ancient etiquette.

Wu De took the lead in releasing the spirit, and it was Abi Lang with sharp eyes.

Like an elf in a battle skirt, a pair of iron fists struck back and forth.

On Yanhong's side, it was a tall iron palm wrestler.

"I'm afraid this iron palm warrior has touched the threshold of the peak level of the gymnasium."

Bai Luo watched intently. Yan Hong's iron palm wrestler was strong but not bloated, with a pair of wide iron palms and tough skin. It seemed that he had been carefully cultivated.

Wude's Abby Lang is not bad, and he is also a veteran gym-level elf.

At this moment, the apprentice standing by the side of the field rang the iron bell, and two fighting spirits roared out, fists and palms intersecting to make a sharp sound.

Experienced in martial arts, it is to strengthen the starting hand of the fist. This kind of skill that becomes more powerful with each strike is very suitable for Abby Lang, who is good at boxing.

With a steady voice, Yanhong said in a loud voice, "Puwa!"

The first move was a strong attack, and the iron palm wrestler ignored Abi Lang's rain-like fist, raised his knife and slashed in the air, and the strong wind brought a long hole on the floor.

Yanhong's instruction followed closely, which was bodybuilding.

The muscles of the iron palm wrestler tensed up, and he put on a bodybuilding posture, and the tyrannical fighting energy was concentrated. At this moment, Abi Lang roared and rushed forward.

The thunder light exploded on the pair of iron fists, and the thunder and lightning fist took another blow, Ai Bilang's speed was a little faster, the moment the iron palm wrestler was in pain, the thunder light dissipated, the flames rose, and a flame fist came.

Yan Hong said in a deep voice, "Push hard!"

The palms of the iron-handed wrestler merged, his muscles tensed up and let out a roar, and he stepped on the ground with a large crack, and the surging force directly pushed Abilang out.

Then the two yelled at the same time: "Close-to-hand combat!"

boom!boom!boom!

The sound of fists and palms intersecting roared, and the aftermath of the collapsed energy formed a small vortex in the field.

This is the most classic style of fighting between fighting systems, punching to the flesh, every move is an upright force.

At this time, Bai Luo touched the Night Watchman's elf ball, and began to wonder if he would drown in saliva if the Night Watchman played for a while.

Just when Bai Luo was thinking about whether to switch to Xiao Fudan and stand in the front first, Yan Hong let out a loud roar.

"Belly drum!"

The body of the iron palm wrestler instantly swelled up, adding a bit of burly, his eyes were stained with blood red, and his aura was greatly improved.

Wu De took advantage of the strength of the iron palm wrestler to start accumulating Zhenqi Fist.

"Brute force!!"

The iron palm wrestler burst out like a gust of wind, smashing the ground with one foot, splashing gravel, and rushing forward instantly, a pair of iron palms swept the afterimage in the air, making an astonishing sonic boom.

At this moment, Abilang's Zhenqi Fist has been fully charged. As a powerful fighting style big move, Abilang's fists burst out with bright light, and a sonic boom exploded in the air, coming with a bang.

The violent collision sounded like a thunderbolt, and a large crater was directly bombarded on the ground where the two intersected, and countless cracks spread out on the stone ground.

The corners of Wu De's eyes twitched, all of a sudden, a large amount of maintenance fees flowed out of his wallet.

"I don't know if this kind of battle alliance will give subsidies..."

The burly gym owner's face turned bitter. He knew that he would just find a wild place to fight, so why bother to demolish his own gymnasium?