"Good boy! You are so cruel! I beat my apprentice like this?"

When hundreds of people in the boxing world swept their eyes to the source of the sound, an old man over 50 years old was picking up one of the young men who had just been swept down by the black eagle with a burning look on his face.

The masters in the boxing world who had participated in the selection competition took a breath after seeing the old man!

"The Ghost Hand of the Mountains and Rivers!"

"Ghost Hand! It's really him!"

"Isn't this the eighth-ranked ghost hand on the Shanhe List?"

At this time, the entire boxing world was talking, and almost all of them were in full swing.

Although today is the day for the Shanhe List selection competition, people have not even seen the shadow of the top ten.

The appearance of the ghost hand, ranked eighth in the top ten in the mountains and rivers, undoubtedly shocked everyone.

There are so many people coming from the boxing world today, just wanting to challenge the last one in the top ten in the Shanhe List, but now he actually jumped out of the eighth place. Who can challenge it? Isn’t this arbitrary death?

The ghost hand has been on the Shanhe List for almost ten years, and not many people have been able to shake his position so far.

"Oh?! The ghost hand appears?"

In the boxing world, Fang Yizheng just raised his sword eyebrows and looked at Guishou with interest, but soon swept his eyes to the black eagle on the other side of the boxing world again.

"Now you have no opponents anymore, you can challenge the masters of the Shanhe List. I wonder if you are willing to challenge the ghost hands of the Shanhe List in the quarterfinals?"

This old man didn't know what he was thinking.

On the surface, he looks like a kind old man who is harmless and kind, but now all the masters in the boxing world know what this bastard is thinking.

Everyone thought that this guy in the boxing world would definitely agree at once.

Unexpectedly, this guy was not stupid at all, and he raised his finger to abstain—

The old man with the ghost hand almost choked to death by a mouthful of blood.

"How can you leave whenever you want? Come on, play with the old man."

After the old man with ghost hands put down his youth, he walked step by step towards the boxing world.

The hazy face is full of jokes.

The old man was not tall, about 1.6 meters tall, and his gray robe showed the old man like a martial arts "pig" on TV.

The outline of the pointed-mouthed monkey cheeks is obvious at first glance that kind of cruel character.

After the ghost hand came on stage, he first nodded politely to referee Fang Yizheng, with a very modest attitude.

However, Fang Yizheng was completely useless and rolled his eyes at the ceiling of the basement.

This scene happened to be captured by Lin Zifeng on the second floor.

It seems that this Fang Yi is not simple.

It may even be one of the mountains and rivers.

"Sorry, I'm tired. I don't want to hit him anymore." Black Eagle bowed his hands, and his indifferent face didn't even look at the ghost hands.

This feeling of being ignored made the ghost hand, who ranked eighth in the Shanhe List, suddenly feels hot.

"Want to leave? Humph! I'm afraid it's not that easy!"

The old man shook his robe, his eyes a little hot, but it was difficult to hide the murderous intent in his eyes.

Squinted his gloomy eyes, and a few sharp lights flashed under the light.

"I have already said that I'm tired and won't play anymore." Black Hawks don't care who he is, even if it's the top eight in the Shanhe List?

I said I wouldn't do it, but I wouldn't do it.

As soon as Black Hawk said this, the masters under the boxing world immediately broke into a cold sweat for him. Those who dared to speak like this to the top eight of the Shanhe List are afraid that no one here dared to stand up.

"Haha, you can't help now!"

In the boxing world, the ghost hand smiled, and a pair of light ghost steps quickly attacked towards the Black Hawk.

The short distance of five meters seemed to be shortened by more than half at his feet in an instant, especially his palms, which were like real ghost hands.

It was incredibly fast. With every palm that was swinging, there would be a large black afterimage in the void.

The afterimages of the two arms were like two spirit snakes changing countless postures towards the Black Hawk's head.

The speed was so fast that even the air sounded loudly.

"you!"

The Black Hawk, known for his hot temper, suddenly became angry.

But his reaction was still a beat slower.

The speed of the ghost hand was almost like a flash of lightning, and his ghost shadow remained between the entire 100-meter boxing world and ten steps away.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the Black Hawk's eyes, and a thin palm hit the Black Hawk's chest as fast as lightning.

Black Hawk looked down, staring at the fishy red eyes, and was about to raise his hand to fight back.

As a result, he saw that the thin palm that was resisting his chest suddenly turned into a fist.

With a dull sound of "bang!", the old man instantly knocked the black eagle giant out with one move.

It was not until dozens of meters later that Black Hawk knelt on both knees and covered his violently boiling chest with one hand. Obviously, this attack made Black Hawk feel a lot of pain.

"Cun Fist!"

There was an uproar below. The top eight ghost hands in the mountains and rivers list were definitely not bragging about it. Just one inch fist knocked the tough man who was as heavy as a hundred pounds and flew dozens of meters. How big inch strength was there on his wrist!

"Boy, you are too young, not enough to play with me."

The old man grinned and moved his feet quickly towards the Black Hawk again.

This time, the old man never held back. A pair of ghostly claws culled directly towards the Black Hawk's head.

The pair of demon claws are like eagles, and their sharp nails are comparable to sharp blades. As long as they touch the human body, they will definitely pull down a piece of flesh.

At this moment of life and death, Black Hawk was a little desperate.

The severe pain in his chest made him unable to move at all. It seemed that a large amount of gas was poured into his chest, constantly churning.

But when the old man's ghost claw approached less than three centimeters above the Black Hawk's head, a wide and big hand appeared at some point, and he pinched the old man's thin palm.

The thin and thin palms were so hard to move by the other party!

"hiss--"

The old man was a little anxious and followed the owner of this big hand to look at it.

But I found that it was just a young boy staring at him with a smile on his face. What made the old man crazy the most was that the young boy nodded at him, showing a harmless smile.

Almost at the same time, the audience below also became excited.

When did Lin Zifeng appear in the boxing world, I'm afraid many people haven't seen it.

However, Fang Yizheng, who was squinting his eyes and dozing not far from the boxing world, just smiled knowingly.

"Brother Lin!"

The Black Hawk, who had been waiting for death to come, then raised his head.

"You go down first."

"Yes." Black Hawk nodded. Under the gaze of hundreds of people below the boxing world, he still walked down heroically, not feeling embarrassed at all for his failure in the challenge.

"Boy, who are you?" Lin Zifeng felt no joy at all when the old man's sharp mouth and monkey cheeks were really made.

"I'm here to challenge, but I didn't expect to meet the Ghost Hand, the eighth-ranked Mountain and River List, as soon as I came on stage, it's a blessing for the younger generation." A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of Lin Zifeng's mouth. After letting go of his Ghost Hand, he bowed to him politely: "I hope my senior can teach you two tricks."
Chapter completed!