Baojian

Chapter 605 Wenbi

"President, I just want to ask brother Wu about his kung fu."

Ma Hai cupped his hands to Bai Zhentian, and said: "Just now, I saw Brother Liu's fight, and my hands are a little itchy. Brother Wu must be very skillful in killing Alisandro, right?"

There are two martial idiots in Hongmen. The first one is Liu Zimo. After he entered Hongmen, he challenged everywhere and learned a lot of boxing routines in the Jianghu. It's just that Liu Zimo won less and lost more at the beginning.

And the second martial idiot is Ma Hai in front of him. He is 43 years old this year, in his prime of life, and he has practiced foreign martial arts horizontally, and his practice has become more and more refined.

Apart from Bai Zhentian in Hongmen, even Hong Chengtai just now was not Ma Hai's opponent. The two had a fight a few years ago, and Hong Chengtai was defeated.

Ma Hai has a good relationship with Liu Zimo. He is embarrassed to fight Liu Zimo, but he has his eyes on Qin Feng. He wants to see whether Qin Feng is really capable of killing Alisandro as Bai Zhentian said.

"President, we also want to see Brother Wu's kung fu. Since Vice Hall Master Ma has invited them to fight, why not let them fight?"

Several people belonging to Lu Yangjing's camp saw that Ma Hai was going to challenge Qin Feng, and immediately clamored to join him. For them, the more chaotic the current situation, the better.

"Wu Zhe" is a guest official nominated by Bai Zhentian himself, and also the only guest official in the Hongmen in the past few decades. If he loses this battle, although it will not affect the fact that Bai Zhentian became the head of the sect.

But in front of everyone, "Wu Zhe" was defeated, and the prestige of Bai Zhentian, the new president, must have been hit. At that time, he might not have the confidence to adjust the internal personnel of Hongmen.

"Damn it, after I straighten things out, I'll kick you bastards out one by one..."

After hearing those people's words, Bai Zhentian felt a little tired. If it wasn't for a smooth transition, Bai Zhentian would have uprooted the influence of those old hall masters.

"Brother Wu, what do you think about this?" Bai Zhentian turned to look at Qin Feng, and said with a smile, "How about you just walk around and let the brothers in the sect see you?"

Bai Zhentian had seen Qin Feng make a move in that Italian restaurant, and he knew that let alone Ma Hai, if he ended up personally today, he might not get anything good in Qin Feng's hands.

"Okay, then I will learn how to dismount the deputy hall master..."

Qin Feng nodded, now he finally understood the reason why Chen Junhua didn't let him change his clothes before, the kid who dared to love had already thought that someone would challenge him today.

Qin Feng was never procrastinating in his work, and after agreeing to Ma Hai's challenge, he immediately stood up, walked to the middle of the field, and said to Ma Hai: "Vice Hall Master Ma, let's just go as far as we can!"

Qin Feng and Ma Hai didn't have any enmity, and he could also see that this person was full of energy, but it was a sign that his foreigner's kung fu had been practiced to the extreme.

If Ma Hai can go one step further, he may be able to break through the shackles and enter the realm of dark energy with his external boxing. From then on, he can turn from the outside to the inside, making his body undergo a qualitative evolution.

Of course, this step did not know how many martial arts heroes were trapped. In the era when the martial arts was at its peak before liberation, there were only a dozen or so master-level figures in the world, and now there are even fewer.

"Okay, Brother Wu is a straightforward person!"

Seeing that "Wu Zhe" didn't shirk, Ma Hai, who has a bold personality, couldn't help feeling a little more fond of him, and said: "Brother Wu, don't worry, I will act with discretion, old Ma..."

"Thank you, Vice Hall Master Ma!"

Qin Feng smiled when he heard the words, Ma Hai practiced the golden bell cover iron shirt kung fu of his mother's family, it is a kind of hard qigong, and the ability to resist blows is very strong. Generally, the masters who have not entered the dark energy cultivation base will not be him opponent.

"Vice Hall Master Ma is an upright person, you all have to be careful with your moves..." Seeing that both of them were standing in the middle of the field, Bai Zhentian opened his mouth to explain.

"President, don't worry!" Ma Hai waved his hands nonchalantly, but he didn't know that Bai Zhentian said this to let Qin Feng show mercy.

Ma Hai stood there carelessly, waved at Qin Feng, and said, "Come on, Brother Wu, how much older is Old Ma than you, how about I let you do three tricks?"

The golden bell cover iron cloth shirt was born out of the golden bell cover Qigong in Southern Shaolin.

At the beginning of practice, you have to use a broken cloth to make a hammer, and beat it back and forth on the whole body. At the beginning, you will feel very painful. After hitting for a long time, you will gradually feel no pain. Then change the wooden stick. Change the hammer.

When the iron hammer does not feel pain, then use the method of Jiedi Gong, the method of Iron Cloth Shirt, and the method of Iron Bull Gong. After two or three years of practice, the chest and back are as firm as iron stone.

After practicing to this level, not to mention that fists and feet are out of reach, even swords are hard to damage. In a person who has been trained, the bones of the chest, back, etc. are all merged and joined together, as if they were born alone. , Kung fu is also known at a glance.

At this time, Ma Hai was wearing bunt clothes, with his arms exposed, so Qin Feng could see the depth of his kung fu at a glance.

When Ma Hai went to war back then, he always liked to charge forward shirtless. Cold weapons like knives and axes had little effect on him, but American gangsters only played with guns, and no one would have any morals with you.

So after being shot twice, Peng Shanchen took him with him and let him serve as the Hongmen martial arts instructor, but he didn't want Ma Hai, a good young man, to be shot to death in vain.

"Brother Ma, how about we do this."

Looking at the iron-like muscles on Ma Hai's arms, Qin Feng said with a smile: "In ancient times, competitions were always divided into literary competitions and martial competitions. How about... let's emulate the ancients today?"

"Wenbi and Wubi?"

Ma Hai scratched his head when he heard the words, and asked in puzzlement: "Brother Wu, I don't go to school very much, so I really don't understand what you mean. Tell me, how do you compare this essay? Wu competition... and how do you compare?" Woolen cloth?"

"Martial arts competition is the simplest. After we hold our fists together as a salute, we can just fight back and forth. Whoever gets knocked down will lose..."

Qin Feng said with a smile: "As for Wenbi, that means you and I punch each other three times, whoever can't stand it, then whoever loses..."

"Each punch each other three times? Doesn't it take advantage of whoever hits first?"

Ma Hai looked at his fists, shook his head and said, "Brother Wu, we can do both literary and military competitions, but if it's a literary competition, then I'll let you punch first..."

Ma Hai is a straightforward person. Since Qin Feng agreed to his challenge, it should be up to Qin Feng to decide how to compete.

Of course, these two comparisons seem to have no pressure on Ma Hai.

Ma Hai has practiced kung fu like a golden bell covering an iron shirt, the most important defense is Qin Feng's thin body, let alone three punches, even thirty punches, Ma Hai thinks he can withstand it.

"This comparison is quite novel, but that Wu Zhe will definitely lose!"

"That's right, the old horse is not only good at kung fu with the golden bell covering the iron cloth shirt, his iron sand palm is not jealous either."

After hearing what Qin Feng said about the competition of writing and martial arts, everyone in the venue began to discuss in a low voice. Almost none of them were optimistic about Qin Feng.

"Brother Wu, since Ma Hai said it, then you should act first!" Bai Zhentian, who was sitting on the main seat, said suddenly.

In fact, what many people don't know is that Ma Hai, a martial arts madman, challenges Bai Zhentian almost every year. In the first few years, Bai Zhentian dismissed him very easily.

But in recent years, Ma Hai's external skills have become more and more pure, especially the power of those iron sand palms has become more and more powerful. Bai Zhentian has to spend a lot of effort to defeat him, and he dare not let those iron palms The palm really hit him.

According to Bai Zhentian's thinking, Qin Feng has not long entered the realm of dark energy, even if he practiced special skills, he may not be better than himself, and he may not be able to use his body to harden Ma Hai's iron sand palm.

"Why did I bring up the comparison..." Qin Feng shook his head, and said, "Since Brother Ma wants the comparison, of course Brother Ma has to make the move first."

"Brother Wu, you are so proud!"

Ma Hai gave Qin Feng a thumbs up, and said: "Old Ma, I have rough skin, so it's fine to get hit a few times, but if I hit you, you won't be able to bear it..."

As he spoke, Ma Hai raised his palms, which were different from ordinary people's palms. Except for the thumbs, the ten fingers of Ma Hai's palms were almost flat, and they were covered with thick calluses.

"Brother Ma, you iron sand palms, don't you have a master's biography?" Seeing Ma Hai's palms, Qin Feng frowned involuntarily.

The real iron sand palm needs to be practiced with iron sand and medicine. After hitting sandbags or iron sand every day, you should soak your hands in special medicine to disinfect and remove swelling, strengthen muscles and bones.

So when the iron sand palms have been practiced to a great degree, the palms of those hands should be no different from ordinary people except that they are a little thicker. Just seeing Ma Hai's palms, Qin Feng knew that he had made a mistake in practicing kung fu.

"Cough cough..."

After hearing Qin Feng's words, Ma Hai showed a look of embarrassment on his face, and said, "Brother Wu, to tell you the truth, Lao Ma's iron sand palm was indeed made by himself."

Ma Hai's master is a monk who has returned to secular life. When he was young, the monk practiced the iron cloth shirt covered with golden bells, purely for the purpose of strengthening his body and protecting himself, not to compete with others.

That's why after Ma Hai learned the iron cloth shirt covered with golden bells, he discovered that he had learned how to be beaten at the door, and he had no way of attacking.

For decades in the morning, the Hongmen was still very concerned about inheritance. Since Ma Hai became a disciple of the fake monk, he couldn't learn the boxing skills of other families, which made the young Ma Hai a little depressed.

One day when Ma Hai was wandering in Chinatown, he accidentally found some old books on the booth of an old man. He was attracted by one of the worn-out scrolls for practicing iron sand palm, and bought it back like a treasure.

This cheat book has long been dilapidated, and only the first half of it is left. It talks about the training methods and moves of Iron Sand Palm, and explains its huge power.

At that time, Ma Hai, who was worried that he didn't have any exercises, was overjoyed and didn't think much about it. He immediately practiced according to the practice method mentioned in the cheat book, and soaked his hands in the iron casserole all day long.

After practicing like this for more than a year, Ma Hai found that his hands had undergone great changes. Although he could break more than ten bricks with one palm, his palms sometimes caused severe pain.

At that time, an old senior from Hongmen inspected Ma Hai's palms and asserted that he had hurt himself by practicing iron sand palms. Only then did Ma Hai know that practicing iron sand palms required special medicine.

It is not a secret that iron sand palms are popular in Jianghu. There are also people in Hongmen who are proficient in this kind of palm technique. After the senior prepared the medicine for Ma Hai, he was able to keep his hands.

Since then, Ma Hai's hand has become like this, but this iron sand palm was trained by Ma Hai by relying on the half-baked cheats, and its power is extraordinary.

"Brother Ma, there are so many people waiting to see the show, so let's not delay." Qin Feng smiled and said, "I'll take your three palms first. It's my job..."

Before breaking through the realm, Qin Feng would never dare to make such a big deal, but now he has reached the subtle stage of controlling the true energy in his body, and he is confident that he can catch Ma Hai's iron sand palm.

"You really want me to fight first?"

Ma Hai hesitated for a moment, then said: "Brother Wu, if you don't say anything else, if you dare to accept the three palms of Lao Ma, Lao Ma will be your friend. If anyone in Hongmen dares to question you, ask Lao Ma first." Answer or not..."

Some people in this world rely on alcohol to make friends, but Ma Hai judges whether a person can be friends with courage or not. Seeing Qin Feng's unchanging expression, he couldn't help but be overwhelmed.

"Okay, I'll toast Brother Ma a few cups later..." Qin Feng nodded with a smile.

"Then I have to fight first." Ma Hai is not the kind of mother-in-law, since Qin Feng insisted that he fight first, he didn't shirk it anymore.

"Wait a minute..."

Bai Zhentian interrupted the two of them, and said: "Brother Wu, Ma Hai's iron sand palm can kill a cow, I think you two should compete in martial arts..."

Bai Zhentian fights with Ma Hai every year, knowing the power of his palm kung fu, even he dare not take it with his body forcefully, Qin Feng is so entrusted with it, I'm afraid it will be a loss.

And the fact that Ma Hai beat the cow to death was also true. It was one year when Ma Hai participated in the Mad Cow Festival in Spain, and there were countless mad cows chasing the tourists in the whole street.

At that time, in order to save a little girl who couldn't dodge in time, Ma Hai slapped a mad cow on the head and beat the cow to death.

"President Bai, it's fine. If Wu is not sure, he won't dare to take Brother Ma's three palms."

Qin Feng shook his head, and rejected Bai Zhentian's kindness. He knew that many people would be unconvinced that he would be a guest of the Hongmen, but he wanted to use this competition to give those people a bad impression.

"President, don't worry, I won't hurt Brother Wu!" Ma Hai cupped his fists at Qin Feng and said, "Brother Wu, are you ready? I'm going to make a move."

"bring it on……"

Qin Feng stood on the spot with uneven feet. Although his figure was a little thin, he had a demeanor, which gave people the feeling of Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi, as if he was facing a towering mountain.

"Hey, isn't this young man simple?"

There are many masters in the arena. After seeing Qin Feng's outward aura, they immediately realized that something was wrong. Now Qin Feng in the arena seems to be a different person.

"Huh? Sure enough, there is a way."

After feeling the change in Qin Feng's aura, Ma Hai's complexion also became serious. His boldness does not mean he is stupid, otherwise he would not have practiced this foreigner's kung fu to perfection.

"Brother Wu, be careful!"

Ma Hai breathed a sigh of relief, and crossed his palms, the sound actually had the smell of metal and iron clattering, it can be seen that he has practiced iron sand palms to a very high level.

Now that he decided to make a move, Ma Hai didn't hesitate any longer. After taking a step forward, he pushed Qin Feng's right shoulder with his palm.

To say that Ma Hai is still very kind, he only used three points of strength in this palm, thinking of pushing Qin Feng to the ground to win the competition, it's fine.

But when Ma Hai pushed Qin Feng's shoulder with his right palm, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Qin Feng's shoulder was as slippery as if it had been coated with oil. Before Ma Hai could spit out the force of his palm, he felt that his right palm slipped and hit the empty space.

"How is this going?"

There was a horrified look on Ma Hai's face, he never expected that Qin Feng really stood there motionless, and forcibly received his palm.

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