All Heavens Hongmeng Tree

Unconsciously has arrived at the place.

After parking the car, the two walked to the entrance of the martial arts hall.

The martial arts hall occupies a large area and has a large door.The plaque reads: Xue's Xingyi Boxing Hall.

Entering the main hall, I saw that many people inside were blocking the door into the middle courtyard, and they were looking inside.

Liu Baocheng pulled a young man and asked, "Chicken, what happened?"

The young man turned his head impatiently. Seeing Liu Baocheng, he quickly squeezed out a smile: "Yo, Master Liu is here! Hey, there is an arrogant guy who actually wants to challenge Master Master!"

Hearing that someone challenged Xue Lianxin, Liu Baocheng was very surprised. He must know that Xue Lianxin has been a great master who has been famous for many years. Even if he is a little older now, he does not dare to provoke him.

Ji Zai said: "That guy is a Tai Chi student, his surname is Zhou, and he has a nickname called Little Martial God. He is very strong in his hands. He has already picked Li Zhou and his two uncles, and now he is going to fight with the master!"

"Oh?" Liu Baocheng was surprised.

Li Tuesday got the true biography of Xue Lianxin. They are all masters of dark energy, and their martial arts are higher than him. I didn't expect to lose!

"Little Martial God Zhou Binglin!" Liu Xi exclaimed in surprise.

This is one of the more outstanding supporting roles in the original work. More than [-] years later, because of pretending to be in front of Wang Chao, the two fought a losing battle.

"I remember that in the original book, Zhou Binglin challenged Xue Lianxin when he was young, but he just retreated after fighting with Xue Lianxin's apprentice. Could it be now?"

He was thinking about something, but he kept walking, followed Liu Baocheng and squeezed into the middle courtyard.

Chapter 9 Valkyrie

The yard is covered with adobe and covers a wide area. Except for the two rows of weapon racks, there is nothing and it is very empty.

The two middle-aged men confronted each other.

One was wearing a training suit, with knotted muscles and a rough face.

One was wearing a blue Zhongshan suit, with a big back and meticulously combed hair, fair skin, and a refined appearance, very similar to the government cadres in mainland China during this period.

Under the corridor, either sitting or standing, it was full of people.

They are not students of the martial arts hall, or the famous martial arts masters in Hong Kong City.

Sitting in the center is an old man with gray beard.

He was wearing a wine-red Tang suit, and he was in high spirits, playing with two iron galleries the size of goose eggs in his hands.

Liu Baocheng walked up to the old man and said in a low voice, "Uncle Shi."

"Here?" Xue Lianxin nodded, "Look at it."

This was not the time to speak. After Liu Baocheng nodded to the other martial artists, he silently stood beside Xue Lianxin.

Liu Xi also followed Liu Baocheng obediently and stood beside him.

The big guy with the muscular knot is Xie Xiaohong, the eldest disciple of Xue Lianxin. He has been taught by Xue Lianxin in his kung fu. He has thoroughly practiced his whole body and can become a master at any time.

Xie Xiaohong cupped his hands and said, "Master Zhou, how about we join hands?"

In a real martial arts competition, the first shot is a killer move.

Unless the gap between the two sides is too large, there is no possibility of keeping hands.

Therefore, in most of the competitions in martial arts, the winners and losers are judged by hand in hand.

Although the result of such a contest is not 100% accurate, most people agree with it.

Zhou Binglin nodded and said, "The guest is as you wish."

The two slowly stretched out their hands, and the four hands were entangled and pushed back and forth.

Liu Xi couldn't understand it at all, it felt like a child playing a game.

However, he saw that the faces of the people around him were solemn, and he stared at it for a moment. For fear of missing a detail, he quickly watched it regardless of whether he understood it or not.

In less than ten seconds, the two of them blushed, their shoes cracked, their toes were exposed, and the adobe under their feet cracked like a spider web.

Suddenly, there was a crackling sound.

The clothes on the arms of the two of them turned into pieces, and the pieces fell.

With a push of their palms, the two of them staggered away, flushed and panting.

After a few breaths, Zhou Binglin took the lead to calm down, and bowed to Xue Lianxin: "This junior has been taught, and I will ask Senior Xue for advice in the future."

After all, he turned and left.

At this time, Xie Xiaohong couldn't hold it anymore, he sat down on the ground with his buttocks, sweating profusely all over his body, and the steam above his head was steaming, as if he had become an immortal.

The disciples of the martial arts hall were shocked and surrounded them one after another.

Seeing his disciples, disciples and grandchildren turn pale in panic, Xue Lianxin waved his hand and said, "Put Xiaohong on the bed, feed him a bowl of salted boiled water, and then have a good rest. Don't make a fuss, it's fine."

Xue Lianxin looked at the direction where Zhou Binglin was leaving, and said, "This little god of martial arts is really not simple, I am afraid that his kung fu has already mastered."

The other martial masters flattered and said, "What little god of martial arts, didn't he just see Master Xue and run away!"

Xue Lianxin shook his head and said, "If it had been a few years earlier, I would have been absolutely certain to take him down. Now that he is old and frail, it's hard to say."

Everyone complimented: "Master Xue is too modest!"