Foshan, a three-entry compound used by Southern Wulin to house friends from the North.
All the masters and disciples of the Northern Fist Sect have returned here.
And after hearing Chen Xixiang's words "break it with one force".
The three seniors in the courtyard, Gong Baotian, Li Cunyi, and Che Yizhai, all looked at each other in silence for a moment.
At this moment.
Gong Baotian spoke in a deep voice:
"After all, Jianghu is not only about fighting and killing, but also about human nature. Junior Brother Chen, you are young. It is not impossible to understand the contradiction between the northern and southern martial arts communities by saying something as simple as using force to break it. But how can you do it in detail? difficult."
Li Cunyi and Che Yizhai both had expressionless faces.
And with Shang Yunxiang's intelligence, he also thought of what the phrase "break it with force" meant, and he felt a little worried.
The northern and southern martial arts circles combined, that's the entire world.
Break it with force.
Do you want to bear the grievances of many generations in this eternal martial arts world by yourself?
Even though Chen Xixiang was already revered as a god in their hearts, these words were still too big after all.
On the contrary, Gong Er looked at Chen Xixiang in the courtyard with shining eyes and said to himself:
"I feel like dad is looking down on me this time."
As a client who was personally rescued by Chen Xixiang from a desperate situation involving nearly a hundred swordsmen, Gong Er experienced firsthand the incredible cultivation of this young uncle.
Xue Dian, on the other hand, believed Chen Xixiang wholeheartedly and said, "Uncle Master, you can't say this. If others can't do it, it doesn't necessarily mean that my master can't do it."
Gong Baotian's expression remained unchanged, but he already had something to say, saying:
"That's true, but if we want to convince our friends in the south, we have to have people in our own sect believe that Xixiang really has this ability."
He exhaled, came out with his hands behind his back, and said:
"This job can only be done by me, junior brother, if you defeat me, the people in our sect will be able to obey you first, and then you will be able to preside over this important event."
Hearing this, Che Yizhai sighed in his heart, Gong Baotian really had to do this job.
In a sect, some people are trying to save face, while others are trying to keep things inside.
Li Cunyi is the head of the Xingyi Bagua Sect. No matter whether he is outside or inside, he cannot lose, otherwise the brand of the Xingyi Bagua Sect will collapse.
Chen Xixiang looked at the senior brother in front of him who was classified as one of the six boxing champions by Demon Fist, and said softly:
"Can."
In this world, every master who can reach Danjin is extremely powerful, and has become one of the most pinnacle people in mankind throughout the ages.
And Gong Baotian is still responsible for accepting challenges for senior brother Li Cunyi and maintaining the reputation of the sect. Needless to say, his martial arts skills are good.
In the courtyard, the juniors saw that two very senior elders were about to compete.
Except for Shang Yunxiang and Xue Dian, the others were all disciples and grandsons of Gong Baotian and Li Cunyi, such as Fu Jianqiu, Tang Weilu and others, all of whom looked nervous.
"Here, who can win?"
"Look at what you said. Master Chen has promised to use force to unify the martial arts world and resolve the grievances between the north and the south. If he can't even pass the test of Master Gong..."
Gong Er watched silently from the side and shouted softly in his heart:
"Dad, don't let anything happen to you..."
The two of them were three feet apart in the courtyard.
Chen Xixiang's tone was very calm, as if he was sitting around chatting, and said:
"Brother, take action."
Wow~
Gong Baotian took a step forward with an expressionless face, his fingers spread out like palms, and then he suddenly squeezed the hammer. As soon as he grasped his palm, the air in front of him swirled, and his whole body turned into an old dragon and swam over.
The hand starts with a Xingyi hug, and then turns into the "Ziwu needle" of Bagua.
Instantly.
Under Gong Baotian's force, the air flow roared and rolled in the air.
The fierceness of Xingyi!
The femininity of gossip!
A very strange but harmonious artistic conception formed on Gong Baotian.
Many disciples saw this moment and felt an extremely awkward shock affecting their souls. They felt their heads were dizzy and they felt like they wanted to vomit blood.
As soon as he saw Gong Baotian's move, Che Yizhai sighed in his heart: Junior Brother's change in hardness and softness has reached its peak. Give him a few more years and he will definitely enter the realm of Sun Lutang.
Sun Lutang simultaneously practiced Bagua, Xingyi, Tai Chi and other hundreds of boxing techniques, and finally mastered them and refined his strength into Gang Jin.
However, they and their apprentices had already discovered it when they were on the street.
Chen Xixiang has entered this realm long ago.
In terms of realm, it is deeper than Gong Baotian.
So not only Che Yizhai, but also Li Cunyi, Shang Yunxiang, and Xue Dian wanted to see how Chen Xixiang could defeat Gong Baotian, and what method he would use to truly convince them all.
This is the lightning room that everyone can see at a glance.
The moment Gong Baotian attacked.
Chen Xixiang's whole body moved.
He didn't seem to use any part of his body to exert energy, nor did his muscles and bones tremble. However, at that moment, the person disappeared from the spot. In fact, the sight of these ordinary disciples could not follow the lightning flash when Chen Xixiang moved. speed.
But even Li Cunyi, Che Yizhai, and Shang Yunxiang's eyes suddenly changed slightly.
Because they saw that moment...
Chen Xixiang moved too fast at that moment. Within a few feet, his shadow was shaking rapidly. In the end, it created an illusion in their eyes, as if Chen Xixiang was a ghost that appeared in broad daylight, with no shadow underneath him.
This speed is incredibly fast.
Woohoo~
He handed it forward with a palm and formed it into a hand knife, and lightning cut through the air in front of him.
The Gang Qi was like a knife, cutting directly into Gong Baotian's wrist.
Bagua hand knife and Bagua meridian needle!
He struck out in a flash of lightning, breaking the needle light with the tip of his knife!
Gong Baotian was shocked. He was shocked for a moment by the speed at which Chen Xixiang stood upright, and then felt the sharpness of Chen Xixiang's sword. He knew that there was a huge difference in strength between the two, and they could never fight head-on.
Instantly.
Gong Baotian's palm swayed continuously, grabbing or pushing, sometimes higher and sometimes lower, like a mountain range, covering Chen Xixiang's entire arm.
This is the essence of Baguazhang. After each palm, there are eighty-eight sixty-four changes, and the strength follows it like a shadow, making people feel as deep as an abyss or an ocean.
Hoo ho ho!
The wind howls in the palm, as thick as a mountain.
However, Chen Xixiang did not change his moves at all. He still used the sword in his hand, like a general who rushed into the enemy's camp. With thousands of troops and horses, I cut off all the changes in the mountains with just one sword!
boom!
The long arm was slashed out like a knife, shattering all the eighty-eight-sixty-four changes in Gong Baotian's hands.
Shila~
The moment Gong Baotian's various techniques came into contact with Chen Xixiang's hand knife, the claws of his hands instantly shattered, his face turned pale, and the sleeves of both arms were torn open by the violent wind.
He took a step back.
Another moment...
The slender, pale palm, like a knife, gently landed just an inch away from his neck.
Che Yizhai's Adam's apple rolled and his voice was dry:
"one move……"
Li Cunyi closed his eyes, smiled complicatedly and said:
"Is the gap between Gang Dan really that big?"
The disciples all looked at the final result stupidly.
From the moment Gong Baotian took the initiative to attack Chen Xixiang, the whole process was actually Chen Xixiang's counterattack with a hand knife.
With this sword strike, the gap between the two of them was cut off like a chasm.
"father."
Gong Er immediately ran towards Gong Baotian, whose hands were hanging down and blood was dripping in the courtyard.
Gong Baotian looked at his trembling arm, raised it, waved to Gong Er, and sighed: "It's okay."
After saying that, he looked at Chen Xixiang and said:
"Maybe, you are right..."
In front of this knife, he understood something clearly.
In the face of absolute strength suppression, no matter how many changes there are, it is just the result of being cut in half by Chen Xixiang's sword.
All the disciples who witnessed this result could not hide their shock.
Especially Ma San, who looked at the young man younger than him with complicated eyes.
"How is such Kung Fu achieved?"
Li Cunyi stood up at this time and exhaled:
"Since Baotian has been defeated, let's follow Junior Brother Chen's wish. However, it is still a bit difficult to get all the people from the northern and southern martial arts circles together. Brother Wei suggests that we start from one family at a time."
"No need."
Chen Xixiang looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back and said to himself: "Let me have an apprentice lead the way and tell me where these people live. I will go and invite them one by one myself. In three days, they should all be there. We can sit together so we can talk."
Xue Dian immediately took the initiative and said in a loud voice: "Master, we will go with you."
"I can help too." Gong Er applied.
…………
Lianhua Road Street, Foshan.
Zansheng Medicine Hall.
In the lobby,
Bang! Bang bang!
It is the sound of wood being struck, dull and rhythmic, which can make people calm.
In front of the wooden dummy is a young man who is less than twenty years old. His eyes are bright, his joints move when he strikes, and his lower body is stable.
"Awen, punch straight..."
The speaker was a man in his thirties, the young man's senior brother, who was teaching his disciples to practice boxing.
Both of them are disciples of Mr. Zan, the Southern Boxing Champion.
This is a side room in the backyard of the drug store.
In the main living room, there was an old man and a middle-aged man.
Mr. Zan is a little short in stature, but his eyes are bright when he is sitting on the chair. Although he is old, he has an elegant temperament, especially his hands that have been practicing medicine and martial arts for many years. They are very well maintained and have no calluses. There is no such thing as protruding joints.
Mr. Foshan Zan is one of the six boxing champions in the world.
Sitting aside were his son Liang Bi, his apprentice Chen Huashun and others.
Zheng Daokun, the double-headed member of the Triad Society who was on the street before, knelt in front of several masters, uncles and masters in fear, and said in a trembling voice:
"I really don't know that someone would plot against our Triad..."
His master was Liang Bi.
Liang Bi frowned and said: "Even if this thing hadn't happened, the hundreds of years of blood feud between the North and the South in the martial arts world would still be irresolvable. Although Li Cunyi and my father are both the boxing champions of the North and the South, if we want to completely resolve the feud between the North and the South, Due to the barriers, it is impossible to let Northern Quan spread to the south and Southern Quan to the north.”
After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Mr. Zan and said silently: "Father, according to my opinion, there is no need for us to get involved in the spread of Northern Boxing to the South."
When Chen Huashun heard his junior brother's words, he lowered his head and meditated for a moment, then suddenly said: "I will listen to the master."
Mr. Zan sat on the Taishi chair, his eyes closed, and he was also thinking.
Suddenly at this moment:
A burst of laughter passed into the ears of Mr. Zan and others:
"I have heard about the name of Zangong for a long time. In order to spread Shang Northern Boxing to the south, and also to resolve the grievances between the northern and southern martial arts circles, in three days, the Foshan Jinlou will be waiting for you..."
Instantly.
Mr. Zan stood up from his seat.
Chen Huashun, Liang Bi and others looked shocked: "Who is this person? Where are they talking?"
Mr. Zan’s eyes sparkled.
The sound suddenly appeared in the ears of several people in the lobby. It was not someone yelling, but the tone of voice of normal people talking and laughing.
It was as if the man was standing next to them.
but……
Strangely, there was no one in the living room.
Zheng Daokun immediately exclaimed:
"It's him, this is the voice of that young man! Where is he!"
He was so frightened that he got up from the ground and looked up in all directions.
a while.
Even Ah Wen and his senior brother who were practicing boxing came over in shock:
"Master, I heard someone talking in my ear, but I didn't see anyone."
"Me too."
Mr. Zan's eyes fluctuated violently, and he immediately asked someone to look outside the gate, only to find that there was still no one there, and a panic arose in his heart.
this……
Even when they walked out of the gate, they found that only a few masters and apprentices from their pharmacy heard this man's words.
