Infinite, starting from Jinmen, the martial arts

Chapter 3: The First Battle of the Grandmaster (please read it later)
Inside the Huo Family Martial Arts Hall, there was a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion and a height of only 1.6 meters. He had a strong back and strong shoulders, and his arms were particularly strong. His eyes were shining brightly, but he covered his mouth and coughed from time to time.

Sitting on the main seat in the main hall, his expression was calm.

"You don't need to say much, I will definitely take this battle."

There was a dull look in Huo Yuanjia's eyes: "My reputation, Huo Yuanjia, doesn't matter in this battle, nor does my life matter, but for my Chinese people, I will arouse the blood in my heart!"

Next to them, Huo Ting'en and Nong Jinsun had worried looks on their faces.

"Yuan Jia, this Russian strongman is not an ordinary person. I searched for information about that man. He can tear bears blind with his bare hands..."

"Okay, Jinsun, I have my own opinion on this matter."

"I, Huo Yuanjia, have been practicing martial arts for half my life. How can I still be afraid of a barbarian?"

"Clap!"

Suddenly, a burst of applause came from outside.

Chen Qingyang slowly came down from the wall with a look of admiration on his face.

"Well, you are worthy of being Master Huo, I admire you!"

"Whoever dares to break into the martial arts gym is seeking death!"

Immediately, the martial arts disciples swarmed towards Chen Qingyang.

"stop!"

Huo Yuanjia shouted loudly, his steps flashed, and in just a split second, he crossed more than ten meters and stopped in front of many disciples.

"Ahem, why did you break into my Huo Family Martial Arts School without permission?"

Chen Qingyang looked at Huo Yuanjia, his face was sallow, his eyes were bloodshot, and there was a ray of depression between his eyebrows that could not be dissipated.

"Huo Daxia has stagnation of heart energy, strong liver fire, and abnormalities in the lung meridian. It seems that he is seriously ill."

But he saw that Huo Yuanjia's temples were bulging high and his inner energy was deep. He was a sick body, and his whole body exuded a sense of majesty.

He cupped his hands and saluted: "I, Chen Qingyang, have met Huo Daxia."

Huo Yuanjia was stunned: "Chen? You and Chen style Tai Chi?"

Chen Qingyang shook his head: "It's not related. I came here just to meet Huo Daxia."

"Russian strongmen are about to fight Huo Daxia. This battle is about the last trace of blood in the hearts of our Chinese people. If it goes away..."

Huo Yuanjia smiled: "Haha, why do you think I will lose?"

"I, Huo Yuanjia, secretly learned my own martial arts. After mastering Kung Fu, I have never lost. I am the number one in Jinmen, and I only won it with my fists!"

Speaking of this, Huo Yuanjia looked at Chen Qingyang: "You are here, why don't you come and see if I, Huo Yuanjia, are okay?"

Chen Qingyang smiled and stretched out his hand: "That's okay. Now that you're here, how about joining hands with Master Huo?"

A pair of white jade hands stretched out, instantly attracting Huo Yuanjia's attention.

"Iron Sand Palm!"

"Good job!"

Dacheng's iron sand palm is the identity of Huo Yuanjia, and it is rare to see it. It is really rare to see it now at Chen Qingyang's age!
"Come!"

Immediately he became interested, and he immediately stretched out his hand to lead him.

Chen Qingyang was not polite. He took a big step and instantly crossed the distance of three meters. His fingers were slightly stretched and he was tearing the wind, and he was heading towards Huo Yuanjia in an instant.

Huo Yuanjia stopped and twisted his hand, exerted force on his waist, and stepped forward suddenly. The bricks under his feet exploded, and his elbow had already squeezed into Chen Qingyang's chest!

Chen Qingyang withdrew his hind legs, raised his knees and scraped his hands, and brushed his fingers towards Huo Yuanjia's face like a brush.

The apprentice beside them consciously left the two of them.

There was a look of surprise in his eyes. This young man, who seemed to be about the same age as himself, could actually fight back and forth with his master.

In the field, Chen Qingyang stretched out his hands, and veins popped out between his arms. He pinched the hammer with five fingers and struck it down in the air.

Huo Yuanjia laughed loudly: "Yes, at a young age, he has mastered the iron sand palm, his strength can be transformed into light and dark, and his fighting style is solid. What a good boy!"

As he spoke, Huo Yuanjia changed his steps, stepping on the chain, walking with his feet, his hands in a grabbing position, and instantly grabbed Chen Qingyang's wrist and twisted it suddenly.

Chen Qingyang's expression changed, his whole body crackled and his bones shrank, his spine moved, he suddenly turned over between his hands, and at the same time whipped his feet into the air.boom!
The force exploded in the void, he separated his body, his steps swayed, and at the same time the muscles and bones in his body exploded, and his figure rose three points domineeringly.

A palm was printed like a cattail leaf fan. Huo Yuanjia's pupils shrank, his steps moved, and he met it with one hand. He walked casually with his hand and drew a circle with one hand, releasing the power from Chen Qingyang's palm.

Huo Yuanjia was able to handle the successive short hits with ease.

After a long time, the two punched each other and separated.

"Ahem, Master Huo is awesome, Chen is willing to be defeated!"

After coughing twice, blood suddenly flowed from the corner of his mouth. Chen Qingyang lost. Although the battle lasted not long, he used everything he was good at and was no match for Huo Yuanjia.

Huo Yuanjia's expression changed, and he quickly came to Chen Qingyang's side and took his hand to feel his pulse.

His brows furrowed for a moment: "Short of breath."

He reached out and pressed Chen Qingyang's chest, with a look of helplessness on his face.

"Lung accumulation, it's not going to be long, I'm in trouble."

Chen Qingyang chuckled and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "It's not troublesome. I'm used to it. I can live for a few more years, haha..."

"Having seen Huo Daxia's strength this time, the Russian Hercules is definitely no match."

"Qingyang would like to wish the hero victory in advance."

Turning around, with a loud laugh, Chen Qingyang left the Huo Family Martial Arts Hall under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Nong Jinsun and others stepped forward: "Yuan Jia, who is this?"

Huo Yuanjia sighed softly and looked at Chen Qingyang's leaving figure with a bit of pity in his eyes: "You are so talented, but you can't help it, you can't help it!"

Without answering the words of Nong Jinsun and others, he turned and left.

At this age, there are not many people who can achieve such a level of cultivation, exquisite fighting skills, and advanced energy.

God is jealous of talents!

……

After leaving the Huo Family Martial Arts Hall, Chen Qingyang's eyes were filled with heat.

Although he failed, it was within Chen Qingyang's expectation. Among the masters who could leave a reputation in this era, which one is not great?

Although this battle was short, Chen Qingyang also realized his shortcomings.

In terms of fighting style, my playing style is too domineering, but my current body cannot support such a domineering style. It's okay when I meet an average person, but when I meet a tough opponent, I won't be able to fight for long and I will run out of breath.

Based on my current body, I still need to make changes in my playing style.

Walking on the street, Chen Qingyang put down the thoughts in his mind.

At the moment, it is better to complete the kicking as soon as possible. Huo Yuanjia temporarily meets here and waits for the end of the ring.

If you go back to Naonuo, breaking into the martial arts circle of this era will be more convenient for assassinating the Queen Mother of the West.

……

"Poke the door."

Looking up at the plaque, Chen Qingyang's eyes flashed and he stepped directly into the martial arts gym.

"Hey, ha!"

"Bang bang..."

The sound of broken bricks and the sound of wooden piles snapping and breaking constantly sounded inside the door.

At first glance, in the martial arts arena, there were more than a dozen men in short shirts, with luck, their feet clicked.

Wooden piles, broken bricks.

Chen Qingyang stood on the steps with his hands behind his back. No one saw him until more than ten seconds later.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Chen Qingyang smiled: "Kick the gym!"

(End of this chapter)