The Sims of the Realms

Chapter 22 Your fist is not authentic
"Heavenly rewards work has been activated!"

The system's voice resounded in my mind.

At the same time, with a ding!
A playing card pierced the sky and was nailed to a wooden board. The most outrageous thing was that almost half of the playing cards were sunk into the wooden board.

Lin Weiran nodded in satisfaction.

If it wasn't for him who flew out the playing cards, Lin Weiran would never have believed that a small playing card could have such great power.

In the main world,

He knew some good card flying players.

Some people can fly cards to cut cucumbers.

Some can cut tomatoes, and some can cut watermelon.

the most powerful person,

It can even penetrate iron sheets with flying cards!
But now it seems that Lin Weiran's card-flying skills are better than those of those people, but compared with Lin Yiqi, they are still a lot worse.

Lin Qi flies cards,
The playing cards were nailed to the door, and almost all of them were sunk, leaving only a white border exposed.

"There is still room for improvement."

Lin Weiran has to admit,

There are people outside people, and there are days outside the sky.

However, the elder brother beside him has witnessed everything, at this moment he has already grown his mouth, and he, who is always good at teaching, was suddenly at a loss for words.

"Junior brother, it's amazing!"

The big brother gave a thumbs up and said.

"It's nothing. After all, I'm going to fight black boxing. Senior brother is worried, and I am even more worried. I have to have a hole card to save my life."

"How can you save your life? If you don't kill others, I will feel at ease. Let me just say, why did you ask me to find someone to play a deck of steel cards for you?"

The eldest brother said and handed over a deck of playing cards.

Lin Weiran felt the weight as soon as he picked it up. This deck of playing cards is made of special steel cards, each card is hand-polished, and the corners are slightly sharp.

Time is running out, he has no time to practice other hidden weapons, such as flying needles, darts, etc., and can only use the most skilled card flying technique.

That's enough.

"Brother, you should rest assured this time."

The elder brother's mouth twitched: "What do you think?"

.........

In the evening, Lin Weiran left the martial arts hall.

Follow the address Xin Li gave him to find him.

"The underground black fist is in the bar street?"

Lin Weiran looked at the bustling street in front of him, and some memories couldn't help appearing in his mind, the original body seemed to come here often.

"Sir, are you resting?"

"Sir! Come in for a drink, my waiter is pretty!"

"Sir! Come to my house, my waiter let me touch it!"

A few voluptuous women in scantily clad clothes greeted him in front of the store. Lin Weiran was so bloody that he was almost no match for this group of monsters.

"Hmph! Sooner or later, I will let you help me practice!"

Lin Weiran quickly walked to a store in front of him. Unlike other stores, there were actually two burly men in black clothes standing at the door of this bar.

hum,

It doesn't look like a serious business.

"Sir, are you drinking?"

"Is this really selling wine?" Lin Weiran disagreed.

Then I heard the man continue to say: "Drink, please go to another place."

Lin Weiran shook his head: "No, I'll punch."

The burly man in black looked at him as if he was joking, not to mention his amazing appearance, and there was still a big gap between him and everyone in front of the screen.

The most important thing is to have a strong body. Where you stand, you will give people a different temperament. To deal with people is to have eyesight.

"Hold on!"

One of them pushed the door open.

After a while, Lin Weiran was brought into a room, and then a middle-aged man who looked about 40 or [-] years old walked over from the training platform.

"My name is Zhang Feng, do you want to punch?"

Zhang Feng's upper body was naked, his muscles were perfect, and there was a scar on his arm, which looked like it was left after being burned.

Lin Weiran nodded, "Someone introduced me here, saying that here you can box and make money, so I want to give it a try."

"Okay, how long have you been boxing?"

"I never boxed."

"Then why are you here? I don't accept newcomers here. Did you find the wrong place?" Zhang Feng looked him up and down in a daze and asked.

"I have never seen boxing, but I have practiced a little kung fu. I don't know if it is possible."

Zhang Feng came and said with interest: "Have you practiced Kungfu, Xingyi? Baji? Baguazhang? Not everyone who practices Kungfu can do it. Which one do you practice?"

"No, I practice Wing Chun."

Hearing this, Zhang Feng's face changed slightly, "Wing Chun? Wing Chun is also good, but I don't know how you are in actual combat, try it?"

"Okay, come on!"

Lin Weiran did not refuse.

Zhang Feng waved his hand and said, "Don't get me wrong, it's not me, who is that... Zhao Xu, come and try his skills."

"Here we come, Brother Feng!"

On the training platform, Zhao Xu kicked away the sandbag, and then trotted all the way to Zhang Feng. Zhang Feng seemed to be very respected here.

"Can he come?"

Zhang Feng asked Lin Weiran.

Lin Weiran nodded: "Anything is fine." "

Hearing what he said, Zhao Xu's eyelids drooped slightly, and the other people who were practicing boxing found that there was something exciting to watch, so they all ran over.

"Why don't you join in the fun? You've already practiced your punches, right? I'll try them one by one later!" Zhang Feng said sharply, and everyone couldn't help but shudder.

The matter has come to this point, the excitement still has to be watched.

"Attacking the crotch is not allowed, the rest is free to play, if you can, then start." Zhang Feng said standing between the two.

Zhang Feng took a few steps back, and the battle between the two began. Zhao Xu immediately punched Lin Weiran hard in the jaw.

"Zhao Xu is serious!"

"That kid is a little crazy. In front of Brother Feng, he said just now that anyone can come."

"No wonder, this kid looks like he hasn't practiced boxing before. I don't know how many rounds he can last."

"I lost it, what happened?"

"Why did Zhao Xu suddenly fall down? Did his foot slip?"

There was a burst of exclamation from the onlookers.

Lin Weiran quietly looked at Zhao Xu who was lying on the ground. He was knocked down by a very standard kick from himself, and was shaking his head trying to stand up.

"What happened?"

Zhao Xu couldn't figure it out.

"Okay, Zhao Xu is defeated. You have practiced real kung fu in Wing Chun. Although you are not authentic Wing Chun, you can still fight."

Zhang Feng said objectively.

Lin Weiran frowned slightly, Wing Chun is not authentic, if Zhang Tianzhi said so, it would be fine, but now the mainstream Wing Chun in Xiangjiang, Ye Man's Wing Chun has been recognized as the most authentic.

At this time, someone randomly came up and said that he was not authentic, and Lin Weiran admitted that he was slapping Ye Wen in the face, admitting that Ye Wen was not authentic.

Seeing that Lin Weiran's face was not right, Zhang Feng said again: "Authentic Wing Chun has no high feet, the high feet Wing Chun you just had was improved, although it is not authentic, it still has..."

"Enough, I know very well whether Wing Chun is authentic or not. If you know authentic Wing Chun, you can show me."

Whoa!
The surrounding audience were amazed again and again.

"Young people are full of vigor!"

"Is this kid crazy, challenge Brother Feng?"

"That's not how you seek death!"

Zhang Feng was slightly taken aback, "The Wing Chun boxing I practice is indeed a bit more authentic than yours. It's true that tall Wing Chun is not authentic."

"Authentic or not, strength speaks!"

Lin Weiran didn't back down, Zhang Feng looked at him and said, "Alright, let's have a fight, and if you win against me, you can get the maximum salary."

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(End of this chapter)