Plane hunting

Chapter 58 How can I bear it!
Although Huang Shaohong took over the body of 'Huang Feihong', he didn't have the memory of taking over the master of his generation. At this time, he has only studied martial arts for a short time and his experience is extremely limited. He has never seen such strange moves.

I just felt that the head of the cloth stick turned over like a big python, and it came straight to bite me, and the body of the stick was like a big net, covering the surrounding area in front of me, no matter what moves I made with the long stick, I'm afraid I couldn't Break Nalan Yuanshu's stick.

Since Huang Shaohong entered the world of 'Huang Feihong', he has been diligent in learning martial arts, but when he practiced martial arts on weekdays, he put more effort into his fists and feet, and less thought on weapons.

Among weapons, he also likes to practice sword skills, so he is only proficient in all kinds of stick skills that Huang Feihong himself is known as a unique skill.

With his proficient martial arts, against Nalan Yuanshu's unique skill, Huang Shaohong thought to himself that he had no chance of winning.

While his mind was spinning, he turned his mind and made a bold decision. He exerted strength with his arms, and when he folded them suddenly, he heard a 'click', and the long stick in his hand had been broken in two.

Immediately afterwards, he threw both hands violently, and threw the two short sticks as hidden weapons towards Nalan Yuanshu with all his strength.

Although the two short cudgels were light, but he, the body of a foreign boxing master, threw them with all his strength. The strength of the short cudgels was not weaker than the two heavy hammers. When they hit the net formed by the cloth sticks, the cloth sticks were instantly crushed. Shang Nalan Yuanshu's force broke up, and the whole cloth stick collapsed.

Nalan Yuanshu was startled, and was about to twist the cloth stick again, when he saw Huang Shaohong, like a big crane, leaping forward, clawing and tearing him with tiger claws. The cloth stick was torn into several pieces.

Huang Shaohong laughed loudly: "Weapons are too dangerous, why not practice fists and kicks with Mr. Huang!"

He was polite in his mouth, but not at all polite in his hands. He had already made a double appearance of a tiger and a crane, with a tiger claw in one hand and a crane pecking in the other hand, covering Nalan Yuanshu with the wind.

When Nalan Yuanshu was in the capital, he had heard of Huang Feihong, the master of Foshan foreign boxing. He heard that he was the son of Huang Qiying, one of the ten tigers in Guangdong. He thought that the other party was just relying on his father's name, so he didn't See it in your eyes.

Who would have thought that after today's confrontation, the opponent fell out of strange moves and broke his cloth stick in a short period of time, which immediately aroused the admiral of Guangdong's desire to win.

Faced with Huang Shaohong's proposal to compete in boxing and kicking, Nalan Yuanshu called out:
"Okay! The so-called south punch and north kick, today we will divide the high and low!"

While he was speaking, he had already kicked rows of leg shadows in succession, meeting Huang Shaohong's tiger and crane figure.

Huang Shaohong and Nalan Yuanshu fight fast, the former mostly uses punches, and the latter mostly uses the legs of the lower body. When two people fight together, the fast fists and feet can't be seen. Yan Zhendong and a group of Qing soldiers watching the battle were dazzled and applauded again and again.

When Yan Zhendong saw Xingqi, he made an on-site comment, and praised the Qing soldiers next to him:

"Your lords use the northern school'Jiaojiaofanziquan' and 'Twelve Ways of Jumping Legs'. Look at this kung fu. No one who has been practicing hard for more than ten or twenty years can't practice to this level!"

Those soldiers of the Qing Dynasty would also cheer up, and hurriedly asked: "What about this Huang Feihong?"

"Master Huang uses his self-created tiger and crane double shape, which is derived from the tiger and crane shapes in Shaolin Wuxingquan. His feet are as light as a crane, and his hands are as fierce as a tiger. Amazing!"

A Qing soldier asked anxiously: "Master, who do you think can win between our lord and Huang Feihong?"

Speaking of this topic, Yan Zhendong definitely stood by Huang Shaohong's side, and he curled his lips: "Although your lord's martial arts can be considered top-notch, you still can't be called a master of a generation. Huang Feihong is different. Nan Wulin The recognized master of foreign boxing!"

He sighed again and again: "Young master!"

The Qing soldier on the side asked in disbelief, "Is it really as powerful as you say?"

Old Yan snorted, looking like he was holding the pearls: "If I'm not mistaken, Huang Feihong should be yielding to your lord, and he didn't do his best!"

He said and pointed at the Qing soldier: "Lend me your knife!"

Qing Bing was startled: "What are you going to do?"

"You are afraid of a bear, how can I kill officials and rebel, just to show you what I am capable of!"

The captain of the Qing army was also a spectator, and he didn't believe that Yan Zhendong would cause trouble in the heavily guarded admiral's yamen, so he pouted his mouth and said to the Qing soldier, "Give it to him!"

The Qing soldier drew out his waist knife and handed it to Yan Zhendong. Old Yan picked up the knife and slashed at himself. As a result, the knife was defeated like leather, and only white marks were cut on the skin. Looking at it again, there was no injury.

"Invulnerability!" All the Qing soldiers whispered, they had never seen this before.

Old Yan returned the steel knife and curled his lips: "It's amazing. At the beginning, Yan Zhendong, who was in the iron cloth shirt, thought that he was invincible when he was so skilled. He went to Baozhilin to challenge him. Guess what happened?"

Those Qing soldiers wondered: "It should be you who won, this knife can't cut in, who can beat you!" These Qing soldiers made Lao Yan foolishly use their respectful titles.

Yan Zhendong sighed: "I thought so too at the beginning, but in the end I was defeated by Huang Feihong's "lying on the ground" all the way. That is his real unique skill!"

When he said this, all the soldiers of the Qing Dynasty suddenly exclaimed, thinking that the 'ground-grabbing master' could defeat even the invulnerable master in front of him, what kind of peerless martial arts should that be.

In fact, they didn't know that Lao Yan was preconceived at the beginning. He always thought that his Yan family's martial arts were invincible in the world, but he was defeated by the Jiu-Jitsu lock technique, so in his heart, the "Lying on the Ground" is the best stunt in the world. .

How did he ever think that it wasn't the lock technique that was better than his family's kung fu, it was just that he was not familiar with this kind of attack routine, coupled with the innate advantage of using softness to overcome rigidity, Huang Shaohong narrowly defeated him.

If Huang Shaohong used the jujitsu lock technique to deal with Nalan Yuanshu at this time, it would be strange if he would not be kicked to death, and he would not be able to get in at all!

Lao Yan spoke in a rough voice, not only these Qing soldiers were fooled, but also Nalan Yuanshu, who was fighting with Huang Shaohong with all his might, could hear clearly, this admiral who loves martial arts suddenly felt a little embarrassed , I thought I had the upper hand, but it turned out that it was because of the other party's humility.

When Nalan Yuanshu thought of this, his heart was filled with anger, he kicked his legs and poked his feet with more strength, and the speed was a little faster, and he shouted:

"Huang Feihong, I don't need you to let me go. If you can't beat me today, you can go to jail. Quickly use your 'ground grabbing hand' and let me see the unique skills of your foreign boxing master!"

As soon as he spoke, his legs were like an axe, and Huang Shaohong had already been forced back again and again.

With a sound of 'Boom', Huang Shaohong dodges Nalan Yuanshu's kick and sweeps the wooden pile beside him, kicking the wooden pile to burst. He beat and kicked to resolve all of them, so he was in a mess.

Huang Shaohong is so angry, Lao Yan, what are you doing, I have never seen someone who is awesome for others, I have a fart of "lying on the ground", ah, you are not cheating, listen to you With these few words, Nalan Yuanshu became furious!

Cranes flashed under his feet, avoiding Nalan Yuanshu's heavy legs, and suddenly found that the opponent's breath was a little unstable under the heavy bombardment, and he turned his eyes and suddenly shouted: "Okay, be careful, my lord!" , look at my 'grabbing hand lying on the ground'!"

After speaking, he sank down, startling Nalan Yuanshu on the opposite side, and quickly used a heavy weight pendant to focus all his attention on Huang Xiapan.

In Nalan Yuanshu's mind, this "Lying on the ground capture hand" must be like the lying on the ground fist, and it focuses on rolling, falling, falling, leaning, throwing, lying down and other three-way moves that are easy to attack.

Unexpectedly, when Huang Shaohong's body sank, he squatted slightly, but it was a vertical leaping movement. After sinking, he flew up directly, and shouted: "Foshan Wuyingjiao!"

Immediately after a series of flying kicks came out, Nalan Yuanshu was using the jackhammer to guard against ground attacks wholeheartedly, how could he guard against his lore 'Foshan Shadowless Kick'?
Blocking twice with both fists, the defense was breached, the chest was hit seven or eight feet one after another, the whole body was kicked into the air, flew behind, and fell heavily to the ground.

After landing, Huang Shaohong shook his head: "'Lying on the ground grabbing hand' is too cruel. I have no grudges against you, so how can I bear to use such tricks!"

Yan Zhendong said regretfully: "Master Huang, you are a soft-hearted person, but it's a pity, I want to read your unique skills again, and see how I lost at that time!"

The corner of Nalan Yuanshu's mouth was bloody, and he was subdued by a group of subordinates. At this moment, he really wanted to curse: "Fuck you two, don't you say it's a 'ground catcher'!"

(End of this chapter)