Kung Fu Soldier King

"OK, we've made such a happy decision." after a long time, Yuan Shaowen, whose face was cloudy and sunny, looked at Mo Yongshen, the old God, and immediately patted the table to set the tone.

Xiao Yan picked up the glass and said, "in that case, let's go."

After a glass of wine, it's not gone.

Yuan Shaowen relies on Mo Yongshen, a top expert, while Xiao Yan's self-confidence comes from his own strength.

Zhao Yantao wiped the sweat on his forehead and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He never doubted Mo Yongshen's strength.

Over the years, he has been blocking the periphery. He doesn't know how much money he has won by relying on Mo Yongshen.

After setting the tone, Xiao Yan said, "since it's perfect, shall we do it now or wait until the banquet is over?"

The people in the opposite side laughed. Zhao Yantao didn't need the boss to help him speak this time, so he spoke first. "Don't worry, master Xiao. It's a grand ceremony. We can't be so casual. Three days later, we will have a public competition in the martial arts field of BEIXIANG. In order to be fair, we will invite some famous martial artists in eastern Guangdong to supervise the referee."

"At that time, there will be many experts. No matter who wins or loses, it will be a good thing to show our faces. At the beginning of the official competition, there will be experts from all schools performing Kung Fu. This is a rare event. Speaking of it, I haven't played a challenge for two years." Mo Yongshen smiled and arched his hand at Xiao Yan.

He maintained the humility of the martial arts, and did not touch tobacco and alcohol. He spoke above neutrality. Just between words, it seems that he is looking forward to a war with Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan also arched his hand at him and said, "I must bet at the opening these years. Master Mo, I have to press you more."

"Mr. Xiao is too modest. I heard that you have defeated Chen Yan's first disciple tie xianlang. I think your Kung Fu is not under me. Please show mercy on the field!" Mo Yongshen said, but his mouth has been crooked.

Mojia boxing is developed from the battle array. It will hurt people when it is shot. It is very cruel and vicious. It is the representative of Chinese Kung Fu.

Therefore, in the training of some special forces, many moves of Mojia boxing are integrated, which are the Kung Fu of killing with one blow and killing with the first hand.

Ha ha

The crowd also laughed, and there was another happy atmosphere.

He Jia has stopped thinking. She can't keep up with these people's thinking at all. For a moment, the atmosphere is heavy and for a moment relaxed, which depends entirely on the words of these men.

Suddenly Mo Lang jumped out, arched his hands at Yuan Shaowen and Mo Yongshen, and said, "since everyone is so happy, why don't I play a few punches and help everyone?"

"Mo Lang, don't be rude!" Mo Yongshen knew what he meant as an adopted son. He wanted to explore Xiao Yan's reality.

This is called Xiang Zhuang's sword dance. It's intended for Peigong!

Xiao Yan is so smart, how can he not see it? Such a show of ugliness will only make people say that his old Mo's means are not bright. Martial arts practitioners are most concerned about fame, so Mo Yongshen scolded him directly.

But yuan Shaowen waved his hand and said, "Mo, you're too boring. Today, everyone is happy. Let the younger generation play for a while. What's the matter? Mo Lang, go!"

Now Mo Lang is the bodyguard he invited. Mo Yongshen can't have any opinion according to his words. This has been a habit for so many years. All sects will send their disciples to be bodyguards for big people, or go to look after their homes.

After he was sent out, he had to listen to others, so Mo Yongshen was worried, but he never said anything.

Mo Lang didn't dare to look at his master. He nodded and suddenly turned over with a kite. With a natural and unrestrained spin, he had fallen into the field.

Many people around him were amazed by his clever posture and applauded one after another. Xiao Yan naturally clapped his hands.

The open space in the middle is large enough for Mo Lang to display. Now everyone is not eating, and they are all barefoot, so there will be no dust flying off.

In the past, the warriors of Fusang often fought indoors. Today, the chassis looks a little ironic.

Pa pa

Mo Lang kicked several feet when he came up. This simple door chain foot was kicked by him. It was majestic.

Mojia boxing stresses that "one leg wins three fists, the hand is seven feet long, the foot is three feet long, the attack is long, and the kick is flying in the air. The fist weighs a hundred kilograms of force, and the foot weighs a thousand kilograms of force".

They pay great attention to the Kung Fu of their feet. Mo Lang has long feet, long legs and kicks left and right. It's really beautiful.

He Jia and Chen Baoru both learned martial arts. Seeing this beautiful Kung Fu, he couldn't help cheering. But thinking that Xiao Yan's opponent was someone else's master, he immediately calmed down.

Mo Lang was happy with his performance. As soon as he put his left and right hands together and held the cross leopard fist, he began the left and right raid drill. After a kick in the air, when he landed, his left knee was lifted and his right leg swept out.

This move is really wonderful. Even Xiao Yan couldn't help clapping his hands.

After landing, Mo Lang jumped up again, followed by the left and right tiger tail feet. The fight was done at one go.

But he leaned towards Xiao Yan's table while playing. After playing, he didn't stop. He suddenly kicked his feet into the sky, and his feet went over his head.

This move was very difficult. The people were preparing to applaud, but he suddenly made a sound. His foot on the ground lost its center of gravity and fell down heavily.

The place where he fell happened to be Xiao Yan's table. Suddenly there was a startling cry, and he Jia even jumped back.

Just as Mo Lang was about to fall on Xiao Yan's table, he pulled his body and half faced the table.

He clapped his hand at Xiao Yan's chest.

It seems to others that he lost his focus when he fell and wanted to grasp Xiao Yan to maintain his focus.

But Xiao Yan was right behind him. He couldn't see his mind.

Then he put on a smile at the corner of his mouth and casually raised his palm. It seemed that he was going to help grasp Mo Lang's hand, but he rushed forward and caught his wrist at once.

Mo Lang only felt his wrist tighten suddenly, as if he had been pinched by pliers. Before he could draw his hand, the other party had pulled it aside slightly.

Originally, he deliberately fell and left half of his weight on his back foot. Now being pulled so gently, I lost all my center of gravity at once.

The backward body suddenly accelerated and hit Xiao Yan's table.

Xiao Laojiu kept his face unchanged and just pulled the wrist. When Mo Lang's body fell, the other palm had been stretched out and patted on Mo Lang's shoulder.

Then Mo Lang passed over Xiao Yan's desk like a sandbag, then stuck to the board and flew several meters away.

Passing through the open space in the middle, he appeared directly in front of Mo Yongshen's table. Look at the momentum flying sideways and don't stop until Mo Yongshen's table is knocked over.

Mo Yongshen's eyes lit up. Xiao Yan's handle just now used Tai Chi to touch and borrow strength. It is also the soft thrust of Tai Chi to shoot the disciples so far.

It's really an expert. As soon as he makes a move, he has nothing.

Mo Yongshen smiled at the corners of his mouth and finally met a decent master. He raised his palm and landed directly on the chest of the flying disciple.