Chapter 27 Master
Chapter 27 Master
February 3, Ruyi Temple
Before the sun rose high in the sky, the area around the arena was already crowded with people.
On the stage, looking at the junior in front of him who was bowing with fists clasped, Qian Hua also smiled and bowed.
Seeing that the old man did not move, Yang Chengfu hooked his left hand, pushed his right palm forward, and started with Tai Chi Single Whip, clearly telling the old man, if you don't respond, I will take action.
Seeing that the young man had already made a sideways and twisting move, Zhao Qian Hua slowly started to move, signaling Yang Chengfu to attack first.
Seeing this, Yang Chengfu twisted his waist and thrust his left palm as fast as the wind straight into the old man's inner circle. He looked for Qian Hua and slightly lowered his right hand, blocking the attempt with his inner hand under his pillow.
Seeing that the old man easily blocked his palm strike, Yang Chengfu was not discouraged. He attacked the old man's side with his right palm strike, but he felt a strong force pressing him down.
Yang Chengfu was also a man of extremely high martial arts ability. He took advantage of the situation and attacked the old man's lower three directions.
Zhao Qianhua seemed to have anticipated this. He grabbed the young man's arm with one hand and, while he was unable to turn around, hit him on the head with his back hammer like a heavy artillery.
When Yang Chengfu heard the sound of the wind, he hurriedly raised his hand to protect him. While pressing his hand forward to force the old man back, he kicked the old man in the lower abdomen with his right foot.
The old man slapped the opponent's kick to the side, and looked up to see that Yang Chengfu's hammer was already at his face. He was about to use the same trick again, but he didn't expect that the young man's force would be retracted immediately. The next moment, Yang Chengfu used the old man's force to wrap himself inward, lowered his body, and suddenly struck the old man's lower right side with his cunning palm!
Understanding the young man's ingenuity, Zhao Qianhua couldn't help but feel moved.
"Somewhat smart, but still a little immature."
The old man didn't move much. He just touched the ground with his toes, retreated slightly, and while his right hand was bent and blocked to block the palm strike, his left foot quickly kicked out, taking advantage of the flaw exposed by the young man's excessive movement.
"Don't miss your shoulders when punching, and don't miss your hips when kicking. This young man from the Yang family is getting a little anxious."
In the stands, Li Shuwen looked at the two people on the stage and made a rare comment.
"Master, that old man is bullying the young by relying on his rich experience. This is not good."
"If you dare to step onto the ring, you must be prepared to meet all kinds of people. And don't look at that old man's age. He has practiced martial arts for not much longer than that young man from the Yang family. In my opinion, the two of them are just playing around now."
Qin Huai was listening to the casual conversation between his junior fellow apprentice and his master, but he noticed that the situation on the field had changed.
Although Yang Chengfu pulled his arm back in time to prevent the kick, the old man's strength was so great that he still staggered and took two steps back.
Seeing that the old man in front of him did not pursue him but instead allowed him to catch his breath and right himself, Yang Chengfu could not help feeling a little ashamed and annoyed. He slightly made a posture of White Crane Spreading Wings, and then saw that the old man also stood still with his hands clenched into fists. He knew that the test was over and the next step was to decide the winner.
Spread your hands to block! Spin your palms to block the arms! Tie your hands to block! Kick out!
In the blink of an eye, the two men exchanged several moves. The old man caught Yang Chengfu's kick and raised his knee to block it. He then took advantage of the situation and rushed forward with his left fist, punching the younger man in the head and face!
However, he didn't expect that this descendant of the Yang family had practiced the silk-chanting power for more than ten years and was extremely proficient in it. With a light push, the old man's left fist was deflected, and then he took a right step forward and blocked the opponent's attack!
Zhao Qianhua was caught off guard and was knocked back three or two steps. "The little kid is so strong, he's about to break my old bones apart."
"Humph!"
Hearing the old man's words, Yang Chengfu took advantage of the situation and rushed forward again, intending to secure victory in one fell swoop.
He was not in a hurry to find Qian Hua. He closed his eyes and took a breath slowly. When this junior rushed in front of him, his eyes suddenly opened. His pupils were no longer as cloudy as before.
A figure flashed by like a black shadow, and a fist quietly stuck to Yang Chengfu's lower right rib. The next moment, the young man of the Yang family was seen lying on the side of the ring. Although he wanted to struggle to get up, he couldn't exert any strength.
"With his body turned into a fist, Zhao Qianhua's strength has been trained back to its original state. It's not unfair for this young man to lose."
Others might still be questioning why Yang Chengfu was so weak, but Li Shuwen had already seen through the real purpose of that punch.
He leaned against me gently, exerted a sudden force, and delivered a punch, knocking the man to the ground, unable to get up.
What an excellent master! Qin Huai couldn't help but admire him in his heart.
On the field, Zhao Qianhua turned back into the appearance of a kind old man. He walked up to Yang Chengfu and said softly, "Your father taught me a punch in the early years. Today I will teach you one too. Learn it well. If you continue with this martial arts performance, someone will die. You can stop here for now."
Listening to the old man's words, although Yang Chengfu was in pain, he forced himself to bow and thank him.
"The next match is between Tiger Pouncing Barutu and Muay Thai Sama!"
Hearing the judge's call, Barutu opened his eyes, saw the fist and kick sign on the side, and stretched his waist nonchalantly.
"It's finally my turn. I wonder how many moves I can perform on this little guy?"
Hei Pi, who was standing next to him, heard Baturu's sarcasm and also responded with a burst of laughter.
On the ring, looking at the short Thai man who was almost at his waist, Baturu waved his hand, signaling the dark-skinned little man to make the first move.
Qin Huai saw that Baturu didn't care at all, and was about to ask his master about the man's kung fu skills.
But behind him, he heard Jin Er talking nonsense with a bunch of foreign beauties.
"Lord Baturu is a brave warrior who swooped down tigers from within the family. His skills are beyond the reach of the emperor, and outsiders like you can only see them. If it weren't for the important events of the court that required a great figure to come to the rescue, you wouldn't have had this blessing."
Qin Huai was listening and paying attention to the situation on the field, but he saw the short Thai man jumping around, and with a flash, he suddenly bit towards Baturu like a viper.
So fast!
This speed is not much slower than the one when he was looking for Qian Hua seriously just now.
Batulu saw the Thai man rushing towards him at a very fast speed, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he kept moving. While dodging the straight punch, he slightly extended his right foot forward and tripped the little man with a hook kick.
While Shama was unstable, Baturu chopped with his axe, and his giant hand, as big as a palm leaf fan, chopped towards the warrior's head and neck like a heavy axe.
Shama was as calm as a poisonous snake. Although he was swaying a little after being hooked by Baturu, he was quick-witted and took advantage of the momentum of the forward fall to wrap his legs tightly around Baturu. His left elbow was as fast as lightning and rushed straight to the crotch of the giant!
"Humph, you're just playing some shady tricks."
Baturu actually bent his knees, stretched his body upwards suddenly, and jumped more than one meter high on the ground.
Feeling the instantaneous huge force coming from below, no matter how tightly Shama was wrapped around him, he couldn't help but loosen his strength, leaving a gap in his chest.
Baturu smiled, gently grasped Shama's arms with both hands, and threw him to the ground.
"Oh!"
The judge waved his hand to clear the dust, looked at Sharma, who was bleeding from his ears and nose and had fainted, and made a judgment.
"Puhu Baturu wins!"
Romanov sat at the head of the private room, his eyes showing a bloodthirsty desire. He turned around and said to the judge,
"This is a worthy opponent! I must fight him!"
While the judge was arguing with the Russian prince, Baturu, perhaps sensing Romanov's ill intentions, turned around and looked at Romanov. With a grim grin, he used his palm as a knife to scratch his neck twice.
"Master, this is too fast. That short warrior is no match for this tiger."
Hearing A Ge's question, Li Shuwen also coughed twice, as if to give a reminder.
"This Batulu is considered one of the top five masters even in the imperial court. He is proficient in all kinds of fighting and has mastered the art of releasing strength by touching clothes. If you want to defeat him, you must either be better physically than him or better in brains."
After hearing this, Qin Huai pondered for a long time and didn't even notice that Wang Xiongfei won the final game.
"Brother, it's time to go. The sun is about to set."
"Let's go now, A Ge, when will the five enter three?"
"Tomorrow, brother, I'm sure you'll be fine!"
"I think so, but I still have to accept your good words."
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