Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 67 What Is Traditional Kung Fu?

The crowd immediately gathered around, they looked at An Zuxing, who was unconscious and bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and started whispering.

"Beating people like this, is this considered a minor injury?"

"Shh, be careful, the Taoist of the Wudang faction protects the calf. He said that a minor injury is a minor injury. I think it is very reasonable."

"I heard that he is also a world boxing champion, why is his fighting ability so poor?"

"It must have been all these years of drinking and drinking, and the kidneys... hollowed out the body."

"I don't think it makes much sense to discuss whether it is a minor injury. Otherwise, let's call 120 and call an ambulance."

"Comrade policeman, what should be the calculation of knocking people out with a slap? Is it illegal?"

Jiang Yun squeezed to the front of the crowd, he said with some confusion: "Mr. Zhang, Senior Brother Chen, Brother Dajiang, you all believe me, I really hold back."

"For the punch he hit, I used my strength to punch it. After dissipating three parts of my strength, I added a little internal strength to take advantage of the situation, and slapped it back intact!"

The people around were in an uproar, and the water friends in the live broadcast room were also stunned.

"Daoist, isn't it too much for you to slap people with internal force?"

"It's okay to use strength to fight, but why does the Taoist master use internal strength, and the lethality of internal strength is so terrifying?"

"The Daoist may have slapped the boxing champion internally."

Daoist Zhang Zhishun stood up and explained: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, if you don't understand medical skills, please don't talk nonsense, so as not to cause misunderstanding."

"My nephew Jiang slapped this guy's Qihai, Guanyuan, Zhongji and other acupoints with his palm. The force of the palm hurt his Ren Meridian, the Kidney Meridian of Foot Shaoyin, the Stomach Meridian of Foot Yangming, and the Spleen Meridian of Foot Taiyin."

"Acupoint and meridian shock injuries can only be considered minor injuries, and it will be fine after a few days of recuperation. This boxing champion's coma is mainly due to his poor physical fitness and low ability to resist blows. It really has nothing to do with my nephew Jiang."

It's good that old Taoist Zhang didn't explain, but with his explanation, the people around were not calm.

Injuring acupuncture points and meridians, this doesn't sound like a minor injury!

Jiang Dajiang looked at An Zaixing who was in a coma and his fingers were still twitching slightly. He said a little worriedly: "Old Taoist, or else I'll call an ambulance and send him to the hospital for examination."

"Are you looking down on the old man's medical skills?"

"In the past two years, I have cured seven or eight cancer patients. For this small injury, I can just get two needles." Zhang Zhishun said very calmly.

He took out a needle box from his pocket, and twisted out several half-foot-long silver needles from it.

After the needle was placed, only 2 minutes later, An Zai Xing coughed up a mouthful of black blood, and he woke up slowly.

"Is your stomach still hurting?"

"It's much better, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"Since the pain is gone, stand up and take two steps."

The onlookers saw that An Zaixing really stood up and walked a few steps. They marveled at the astonishing medical skills of the old Taoist master, and started booing and kicking the gymnasium to continue.

An Zaixing's legs trembled, and he almost knelt on the ground.

Daoist Zhang Zhishun looked at Jiang Yun and said, "Xiao Jiang, you don't have to narrow your path so much. The old Taoist is here, and you can take action when you should."

"There's no need for the two of you to strike so lightly. As long as you stay alive, I'll definitely be able to save you both. Don't worry."

Jiang Yun understood, he nodded.

An Zaixing knelt down on the spot, his face was ashen, what did the old man mean?
What do you mean there is no need to strike so lightly, I have just shot with all my strength!

Hey, no, he was reminding that little Taoist priest that he can let me go and hit me like a sandbag, and he doesn't have to keep his hands.

"Boxing King An, are you alright!"

A voice of comfort came.

An Zaixing was pulled up by a big hand, his heart warmed, and he was about to thank him, but when he looked up, he found that the person who pulled him was actually Jiang Yun.

your sister!
You devil, are you so eager to hit me?

When An Zaixing looked panicked, the people around him began to praise Jiang Yun fiercely.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Jiang Daochang's martial arts are really much higher than a certain boxing champion!"

"Some people seem to be boxing champions on the surface, but they are really not good at being human. Look at him, look at him, they are really not at the same level."

"Continue to fight, continue to fight, I took a day off, just want to watch a wonderful martial arts competition, how can it be over after just one fight, Second Man is not so fast!"

"Master, tens of thousands of members in our martial arts gym are watching your live broadcast, you have to cheer up, you can't lose!"

"I seriously suspect that Boxing King An is playing a counterfeit match. How much did Daoist Jiang give him?"

The discussions around him flooded in like a tide, and An Zaixing knew that he had no way out, so he stood up bravely.

I can't lose today, at least I can't lose like this, otherwise the Anjia martial arts school will definitely be over.

Police officer Jiang Dajiang told everyone to retreat, and left the small square in front of the Taoist temple for the two of them.

"Boxing King An, Pindao has seen the video of you giving me a challenge on the Internet. The dubbing is good, and it makes my blood boil."

"Since Mr. Zhang said that you don't need to keep your hands, let's fight without restriction now, and discuss what is traditional kung fu." After Jiang Yun finished speaking, he punched a few times casually.

The force of the fist cracked the air, the sound of wheezing lingered for a long time, and the crowd around yelled.

The corners of An Zaixing's mouth twitched, and he said in a low voice, "It's outrageous, you can make punch sounds!"

He practiced Bajiquan for several years before playing professionally.

As the old saying goes, Tai Chi did not go out for ten years, and Xingyi killed people in one year. Back then, Baji scared people to death.

So he didn't take Jiang Yun seriously before. After all, how good can a Tai Chi practitioner be?

Looking at it now, I was very wrong, not because the Taoist priest in front of me was so powerful in Taijiquan, but because the Taoist priest himself was a pervert.

Even if he changed to another boxing style, he could easily become a world boxing champion.

"Boxing King An, don't be distracted, Pindao is about to make a move."

"Master Daoist, peace is the most important thing for monks, it's not good to fight and kill."

"Practice martial arts and learn from each other, keep fit, don't worry, the poor will attack lightly, and it won't hurt."

After Jiang Yun finished speaking, he stepped forward.

The left hand tapped An Zaixing's left chest at a very fast speed, and then clasped the guy's shoulder with his backhand, pushed and pulled, and put him on the ground on the spot.

This set of silky combo made the eyes of the water friends in the live broadcast room shine.

"Fuck, why did the boxing champion lie on the ground?"

"The Taoist priest doesn't talk about martial ethics when fighting, but he actually taps acupuncture points when he comes up."

"Sunflower acupuncture is also a traditional kung fu, isn't it normal to compete in acupuncture?"

"The majestic boxing champion, how can he be like a child in front of the Taoist priest? It's hard to fight!"

Jiang Yun hooked An Zaixing's waist with his toes, and kicked him upwards, and then his fists hit him like a torrential rain.

Crackling, punching more than 30 times in a row, and finally kicking back, kicking the person seven or eight meters away.

An Zaixing didn't stop sliding until he hit the crape myrtle tree.

He let out a scream, opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, and passed out again.

When the onlookers saw this scene, their eyes almost popped out.

Police officer Jiang Dajiang hurried over and shouted: "Don't be dazed, hurry up and save people!"

"Jiang Daochang, I shouldn't have agreed to let you take action just now. You martial arts practitioners do not strike lightly or hard. Let's see how you beat people up."

Zhang Zhishun walked quickly to An Zaixing's side. After checking, he turned his head and looked at Jiang Yun with complicated eyes, and heaved a long sigh.

(End of this chapter)