The heavens begin with Hongquan

Chapter 35 - The Eight Pole
Not to mention that Chen Jinlong received an invitation from the [Spring and Autumn Chamber of Commerce] later, so he had a lot of encounters.

After watching the contest between Jin Shanxun and Chen Jinlong, Hong Kang became interested in Chen Jinlong's power of spiraling up and down, circling and undulating, piercing clouds and mist when he punched.

"Father, I have a question." Hong Kang moved closer to Hong Zhennan, "You said those pictographic punches, such as monkey punches, bear punches, wolf punches, tiger punches, etc., are all about the state of the ancestors watching birds and beasts. Its shape, get its meaning and create."

"Then what about Dragon Fist? Could it be that there are really dragons in this world??"

"As for what "Oolong Fist" looks like, it's actually just Snake Fist!"

"If you don't see a real dragon, how can you get a dragon shape??!"

Hong Zhennan was stopped by Hong Kang's question: "This...maybe someone has seen it??"

Hong Zhennan said something that he didn't even believe.

Hong Kang believes in the existence of dragons, but that should be in the world of immortals, heroes, gods and demons, not in the end of the martial arts era.

"It is recorded in the boxing book that "Hongquan" also has the inheritance of the dragon form. It is said that it is based on the concept of traveling out of the clouds, combining rigidity and softening, and the dragon form is the main training method. I don't know how this training method is?"

"The "Book of Changes" says that a gentleman is like a dragon, how should we understand it?!"

Regardless of the various thoughts that popped up in Hong Kang's mind.

Today's game is finally the last one.

There are ten games a day, and now it is the tenth game.

The host announced: "The tenth match, [Baji: Xia Weipeng] vs. [Huabao: Bao Jiahua]!!"

The warriors cheered up.

"Here comes another disciple of a famous boxing master!"

"Bajiquan?!" Zheng Zixuan said, "There is an old saying: Wen has Taiji to secure the world, and martial arts has Baji to determine the universe. I wonder if I can see the style of Baji today!?"

As soon as Xia Weipeng came on stage, everyone was immediately disappointed.

Because he is really mediocre.

It is not the kind of "Bai Gu" that reads mediocrely, but writes brilliantly;
It's really nothing special.

The height seems to be just over 1.7 meters, which is considered short compared to other martial artists.

An ordinary gray dress, and an ordinary dark face.

On the other hand, his opponent was wearing a colored vest, his hair was dyed yellow-green and yellow-green, and he had a leopard tattooed on his arm.

Grinning his teeth, shaking his head, his nostrils upturned.

A posture of hanging to the sky.

He kept pinching his fists, cracking his fists, and raised his chin provocatively at Xia Weipeng.

"Brother Leopard, come on! Try to win this country bumpkin in the first round."

There were supporters of his younger brother booing on stage.

Bao Jiahua proudly said: "Hey! Country bumpkin, why don't you admit defeat directly, so as not to suffer another flesh and blood."

Xia Weipeng was unmoved, and remained as honest as ever.

Looking at the referee gently: "Referee, can we start?"

The referee also nodded politely, who wouldn't look more pleasing to the polite person? !
"Beep!!"

Bao Jiahua looked down on the other party in his mouth, but he was unambiguous in his actions.

Almost as soon as the whistle sounded, he hit Xia Weipeng's waist with a mid-section kick.

"Eight poles - shaking feet!"

Xia Weipeng stomped his foot on the ground, and there was a "boom".

The calf bounced up and directly intercepted Bao Jiahua's sweeping kick.

Bao Jiahua suddenly felt pain, and felt that his foot had kicked the steel plate.

Then Xia Weipeng's shoulders loosened and tightened, his breath sank to his dantian, he straightened his back and put his chest in his chest, with a burst of strength, all the joints in his body creaked.

His demeanor instantly changed from an ordinary old farmer to a powerful and aggressive one.

Xia Weipeng leaned on Bao Jiahua's chest with his elbow like a mountain.

"Eight poles - elbows in the heart!!"

Bao Jiahua only felt as if he was hit head-on by a fierce horse, and his whole body was immediately pushed to the edge of the ring.

His chest was painful and stuffy, his eyes were dark, and when he relaxed, he passed out.

"Good elbow!" Hong Zhennan patted the armrest of the seat and praised, "What a [Top Heart Elbow]! It is really domineering and strong."

Hong Kang's expression was not as relaxed as before: "He is a strong opponent. Bajiquan?!"

However, there was an urge to try in his heart, and he felt his blood rolling.

On the foreign side, the lady covered her mouth in surprise.

"Oh! Aren't they acting? That little guy can knock a person five or six meters away?? Oh, my God!!"

George looked solemnly at Xia Weipeng on the stage, feeling a faint chill in his heart, the power that erupted at that moment...

Possibly—bigger than myself! !

……

At the end of ten games a day, the spectators walked out of the arena contentedly.

They were also discussing which player had better kung fu, or whoever fought with whom would not lose anything.

"Today's game was really enjoyable!" Someone said, "And if you calculate it this way, you will have to play for at least ten days. If you calculate it this way, the ticket of [-] yuan is not very expensive!!"

"That's right! However, the ticket must be hidden, so it won't be lost or stolen. The ticket seller said that when you enter the door next, people will look at the ticket and not the person."

"Yes, yes, it will be a big loss if you lose it."

"I think that Chen Jinlong is really wronged to lose. If he is scheduled to play against others, he will definitely advance to the next round."

"That's not necessarily the case, the other advanced ones are also very good!"

"Are you blind? Do you know kung fu?"

"Speaking as if you understand it very well, do you dare to bet with me on tomorrow's promotion?!"

"Why don't you dare! Let me tell you..."

"..."

Changle Club.

Cao Shijie watched his sister Cao Yanjun wielding a knife.

One knife after another, the tiger and the tiger are in full swing.

"Sister, you must win tomorrow!"

Cao Yanjun, who was dressed in casual attire, put his sword back and stood up after a set of smooth movements.

"What? Don't you have confidence in your sister?"

"Of course not! Sister, you are the most powerful. No one in Changle can beat you."

Fourteen or fifteen-year-old Cao Shijie was just yearning for the strong. Today, he went to watch the [Mixed Martial Arts] match, and saw the fist-to-body fights. He was so excited that his voice was a little hoarse.

Cao Yanjun pulled Cao Shijie over and looked at him with doting eyes.

Since her father passed away, she took care of her younger brother Cao Shijie. The so-called eldest sister is like a mother, so she naturally took care of Cao Shijie meticulously.

Moreover, she is a woman who supports the [Changle Club] by herself, so she naturally needs skill and courage.

This leads to a kind of capable and strong woman in her.

"Today is only the first day, and several masters have appeared. If we can attract them to our Changle, our strength will naturally increase."

Cao Yanjun said: "But to recruit people, you have to let them see your strength."

"Sister, I know. This is what it says in the novel: the ruler chooses the minister, and the minister chooses the ruler." Cao Shijie bluffed, "This [jun] is my sister, you—Cao Yanjun."

Cao Yanjun flicked Cao Shijie's forehead amusedly: "You are the only one who is clever!"

……

(End of this chapter)