Not to mention that Chen Jinlong received an invitation from the [Spring and Autumn Chamber of Commerce] later, he had his own experience.

After watching the competition between Jinshan and Chen Jinlong, Hong Kang became interested in the moment of punching Chen Jinlong, when he spiraled up, spiraled down, his body spiraled up and down, and he became interested in the momentum of passing through the clouds and fog.

"Dad, I have a problem." Hong Kang approached Hong Zhennan, "You said those pictographic fists, such as monkey fists, bear fists, wolf fists, tiger fists, etc., were all created by our ancestors when they observed the birds and beasts, took their shapes, and got their intentions."

"What about Dragon Fist? Is there really a dragon in this world??"

"As for "Oolong Fist", it's actually just snake fist!"

"If there is no real dragon, how can there be a dragon shape??!"

Hong Zhennan was asked by Hong Kang's question: "This... may have been seen by someone?"

Hong Zhennan said something he didn't believe.

Hong Kang believed that there was a dragon, but that should be in the world of immortals, gods and demons, rather than this kind of martial arts era.

"It is recorded in the boxing book that "Hongquan" also has the inheritance of dragon shape. It is said that it is based on the view of "traveling clouds and traveling to tide", combining hardness into softness, and dragon shape is the main purpose of practicing spirit. I wonder how to practice this method of practicing spirit??"

"In the Book of Changes, how should we understand it?!"

Ignore all the thoughts that arise in Hong Kang's mind.

Today's game finally reached its last game.

Ten competitions a day, and now it is the tenth.

The host announced: "In the tenth game, [Baji: Xia Weipeng] vs. [Leopard: Bao Jiahua]!!"

The warriors cheer up.

"A new famous boxing disciple is here!"

"Bajiquan?!" Zheng Zixuan said, "The old saying goes: If you have Tai Chi in literature, you can help the world, and if you have Baji, you can set the world. I wonder if you can see the style of Baji today!?"

As soon as Xia Weipeng came on stage, everyone was disappointed when they saw it.

Because he is really ordinary.

It is not the kind of "Bai Gu" that reads it as ordinary and writes it as handsome and Xingchi;

But it really has no characteristics.

He seems to be just over 1.7 meters tall, and he is relatively short compared to other martial artists.

He was wearing an ordinary gray dress and an ordinary dark face.

On the other hand, his opponent was wearing a small vest with yellow-green hair dyed and a leopard tattooed on his arms.

Grinning, shaking his head, and his nostrils facing the sky.

A stunning posture.

He kept clenching his fists, making a sound, and provocatively tilted Xia Weipeng's chin.

"Come on, Brother Leopard! I will win this country bumpkin in the first round."

There were his younger brother supporters on the stage making excitement.

Bao Jiahua said proudly: "Hey! The country bumpkin, why don't you admit defeat directly, so as not to suffer a bit of flesh and blood."

Xia Weipeng was unmoved and still looked honest.

Looking gentlely at the referee: "Referee, can you start?"

The referee nodded politely. Who should not like polite people more?!

"Beep!!"

Bao Jiahua looked down on the other party in his mouth, and he was not vague at all when he started.

Almost as soon as the whistle sounded, he hit Xia Weipeng's waist with a mid-shot kick.

"Baji - Shocking the feet!"

Xia Weipeng stomped his feet on the ground, and there was a "bang".

The calf bounced up and directly intercepted Bao Jiahua's sweeping kick.

Bao Jiahua suddenly felt a pain and felt that his foot was kicking the steel plate.

Then Xia Weipeng loosened his shoulders and tightened his energy, sinking his qi into the dantian, pulling his back and holding his chest, and with his strength, the joints of his body sounded.

His temperament instantly changed from an ordinary old farmer to a strong and powerful person.

Xia Weipeng was like a elbow leaning against Mount Tai, directly pressing against Bao Jiahua's chest.

"Baji - the elbow of the heart!!"

Bao Jiahua only felt as if he was hit by a fierce horse, and his whole body was immediately pushed to the edge of the ring.

His chest was so painful and stuffy, his eyes were dark, and when he relaxed, he fainted.

"Good elbow method!" Hong Zhennan slapped the handrail of the seat and praised, "What a [super heart elbow]! It's really domineering and strong."

Hong Kang's expression was not as relaxed as before: "Is he a strong opponent. Bajiquan?!"

However, he had a urge to try and felt his blood rolling.

On the foreigner's side, the noble lady covered her mouth in surprise.

"Oh! They aren't they acting, are they? That little man could actually knock a person five or six meters away?? Oh, my goodness!!"

George looked at Xia Weipeng on the stage solemnly, and his heart felt a little cold. The power that burst out in that moment...

Maybe - bigger than yourself!!

...

At the end of ten games a day, the spectators walked out of the arena with satisfaction.

They also discussed with each other that the player had higher skills or who would not lose anything if he fought with him.

"Today's game was really enjoyable!" Someone said, "And if you count it like this, you will have to play for at least ten days. If you count it like this, it will not be very expensive!!"

"What I said is! However, the ticket must be hidden, don't lose it or be stolen. The ticket seller said that, and then when you enter the door, they will look at the tickets and not the people."

"Yes, yes, if you lose it, you will lose a lot."

"I think that the loss of Chen Jinlong is really wrong. If he is ranked to fight with others, he will definitely advance to the next round."

"That's not necessarily the case. Others who advanced are also very good!"

"Are you blind? Do you understand kung fu?"

"It seems like you understand it very much. Do you dare to bet with me about the promotion player tomorrow?!!"

"What's there to be afraid of! I'll tell you..."

“…”

Longevity party.

Cao Shijie looked at his sister Cao Yanjun and played with a knife.

One knife after another, the wind will be born.

"Sister, you must win tomorrow!"

Cao Yanjun, who was wearing casual clothes, put away his sword and stood up after a flowing movement.

"What? Don't have confidence in my sister?"

"Of course not! Sister, you are the most powerful. No one in Changle can beat you."

Cao Shijie, who is fourteen or fifteen years old, was just when he yearned for the strong. Today he went to watch the [Mixed Martial Arts Fighting] game. He was so excited that he shouted a little hoarsely.

Cao Yanjun pulled Cao Shijie over and looked at him with doting.

Since her father passed away, she has brought her younger brother Cao Shijie. The so-called elder sister is like a mother, so she naturally takes care of Cao Shijie meticulously.

Moreover, if she, a woman, supports the [Changle Club] alone, naturally requires wrists and courage.

This leads to her having a capable and strong female temperament.

"Today is just the first day, several masters appeared. If we can win them over to Changle, our strength will naturally increase."

Cao Yanjun said: "But recruiting people must let the other party see your strength."

"Sister, I know. This is what is said in the Romance: The king is the minister, and the minister also chooses the king." Cao Shijie said whispered, "This [jun] is your sister, you - Cao Yanjun."

Cao Yanjun flicked Cao Shijie's forehead with a funny look: "You are just smart!"
Chapter completed!