Kung Fu Soldier King

The man looked very simple, but the fight was not vague. He opened his body slightly, raised his arm and blocked it hard. At the same time, he stretched out his hand to catch Ji Wuyue's foot.

He is not strong, but his whole body is full of strength. His bronzed skin seems to be plated with gold in the sunset. With his bare head, he has the style of eighteen bronze men.

But Ji Wuyue is not easy to mess with. As soon as he grabbed Ji Wuyue's ankle, he was kicked in the chest by another foot followed by Ji Wuyue.

He could only let go and retreat. Ji Wuyue took the opportunity to stand still. Before he could stand firm, she followed up quickly. The slender palm under her hand shook and patted the man's abdomen.

She has been with Xiao Yan for so long, and her Kung Fu and magic skills are not less bright, but Xiao Yan sometimes really doesn't recognize her sect. I always feel that it is very similar to the methods of the fourth master. Sometimes the fourth master will hit several sets of boxing.

As a doctor, he naturally focuses on Wuqinxi, but sometimes he can't even name the master's father.

Ji Wuyue's palm now looks like soft meat, but there is a mystery inside. As long as it is swept by her palm, it must be green. It is played with internal strength and tricky palm technique, which is the same as the Kung Fu of the fourth master.

The man didn't know the depth. He just ate Ji Wuyue's dark loss. After listening to the applause of the people around him, he looked positive and punched Ji Wuyue in the middle of his chest.

Ji Wuyue scolded the hooligan and leaned back fiercely, but her footwork remained the same. The whole person was like a wind and slipped under the man's armpit.

At the same time, her prepared palm also swept the man's ribs. Just once, the man broke out in a lot of cold sweat, but he was also a person who practiced martial arts for a long time. He clenched his teeth and kicked Ji Wuyue.

Ji Wuyue clapped her hand on the man's leg and sent the man to stumble. As soon as she turned back, she was kicked out by Ji Wuyue.

"Good, good skill!" the people around cheered and applauded Ji Wuyue one after another.

The man got up from the ground, patted the soil on his body and said, "you can't even touch your clothes. What Kung Fu is this?"

Ji Wuyue smiled and asked, "can we go in?"

"It depends on your other companion..." before the man's voice fell, a figure flew over from the side and hit him directly in front of him.

He quickly picked up the man, but he saw that the man was dressed like him, all dressed in single clothes and bare arms, and was sweating in the cold.

"Shit, I haven't met such a powerful expert for a long time. The moves are from the north school and the fists are very sharp." the man who got up from the ground vomited blood foam and chattered a few times.

Bian Yong came out proudly. People on his side applauded and applauded constantly. It seems that he also played well.

He Jia is stupid. Look at Ji Wuyue and Bian Yong. Bian Yong can win, she still believes a little, but how does Ji Wuyue, who looks cold and cool, win?

"Let's go!" Xiao Yan shouted to her. Seeing that she hadn't recovered, he took her directly to the tent.

He Jia, who found this place, really interested himself a little.

When the man just started, Xiao Yan saw from his boxing frame and legs that it was a typical Southern Boxing. Learning should not be very systematic. It's a bit like folk learning, but it's very practical for fighting.

After entering the tent, there was a lot of noise in front of him, and Xiao Yan was stunned.

This should be a reconstruction of an old circus shed. Outside, there are seats higher and higher than one circle. Inside, there is a platform, which is hooked with ropes to a simple challenge arena,

Last time Xiao Yan went to the golden world, there were many professional challenge arenas, but because he played conventional boxing, Xiao Yan didn't even have the mind to see it.

Today was a good day. There was no referee in the rope net. There were two men with bare arms fighting with each other.

On one side of the challenge arena, a table was set up to learn from others to build a referee's seat, but now the table is full of people.

There is a circle of iron railings at the edge of the stage. It was used to stop the lions and tigers in the circus from running out. Now it is used to isolate the audience.

Many men and women were lying there, shouting madly at the inside, but the tables and chairs on the outside were empty. Only on the west seat, there was a man with long hair, covering his head with a straw hat and sleeping horizontally. He should be a tramp.

The two men in the rope net seemed to be crazy, howling and fighting with each other with all their skills.

They have all the Kung Fu and moves they use. Some of them even fight in the street. They use the moves of grasping, blocking and pulling their hair. The people watch them applaud again and again.

"How can you like this occasion?" Xiao Yan was surprised that he Jia, a quiet girl, was so noisy in her bones.

He Jia asked for popcorn and wiped the seat with a paper towel. While eating, he said, "there is no entertainment in this area. The most lively thing is here. Anyway, I don't understand. It's very exciting to watch them fight."

"Er... Ok..." Xiao Yan was speechless for a while, but to tell the truth, he also liked this scene.

Black boxing is the place with the most practical experience. There is no doubt that watching black boxing can improve your strength.

But what can be done in this shanty town? What kind of expert can there be?

When Xiao Yan was full of doubts, the stage was over. At the beginning, the strong short man was thrown out of the rope net.

"Next 23!" the referee shouted, and a man hurried over the iron net and rushed to the stage.

Bian Yong raised the number plate in his hand and said, "there are more than a dozen people in front of us. When will it be our turn?"

"Let's see first. If there are experts, it's worth the trip!" Xiao Yangang said, and someone shouted.

He quickly turned his head and looked, but he saw that the judgment had been made in the rope net. The fat man who had defeated the short man just now was lying on the stage and couldn't move. He saw the young man on the stage smiling.

"Fang Laosan, do you want to be shameless and make trouble again? Do you want others to live?"

"I don't play anymore. How many people can beat Fang Laosan?"

"That little Taoist is very powerful, but he is still sleeping."

“……”

After the audience cheered, after seeing the people who went up, there was a sound of shouting and scolding.

Xiao Yan looked up and saw a young man with beautiful eyebrows, wearing a gray sportswear, smiling and waving to the audience.

"Zhou paopi, don't you claim that Mojia boxing is the first? Come on, let's have a few moves with your third master!" the young man shouted at a young man in his thirties who was watching.

The man under the stage is not very good-looking. His hair is sparse. He has a missing front door tooth and no muscle on his arm. But Xiao Yan noticed that the plate under his feet was very stable, and his legs were even thick and thin. At a glance, he was a man with good skills under his legs.

"Fang Laosan, don't expect me to fight with you. I have the same generation as your father, and I won't win!" Zhou paopi snorted coldly and turned his back.

Seeing that Zhou paopi was no better, a man couldn't wait and scolded, "I don't believe this evil. When we practice Hongquan, we also open our crotch. Where else can we find you?"

The man said that, regardless of the referee's cry, he turned over and entered the rope net, grabbed a tiger in his hand and pressed it towards Fang Laosan's shoulder.

Fang Laosan swung his body, waved the white crane's wings, and suddenly pulled his body back, which made Hongquan fall empty and was ready to step up to keep up. But I felt that it was dark in front of me, one foot had been kicked over, and the man fell to the ground all at once.

"Good!" except for those who watched the excitement, even Xiao Yan couldn't help clapping his hands.

This move of white crane brightening its wings and raising its feet with another move is really exquisite. It's not like the move of a mountain village man, but it seems to be from a famous family.

And there are many similarities with Fang die, who Xiao Yan met in Yanjing. It should be the flying crane fist of the same clan.

It's interesting. It seems that this small place is hiding dragons and crouching tigers.

"Zhou paopi, aren't you frightened by the younger generation?" as soon as he patted his thigh, Xiao Yan coaxed after him. To tell the truth, he wanted to see the subtlety of the fight between Hong Quan and Feihe Quan.