Several young scholars struggled and struggled, but they couldn't get up the wall.
More than a hundred apprentices in the martial arts hall gathered together and occupied the surrounding area of the martial arts hall. Naturally, there was no room for others.
The young man in Jinyi who was holding the folding fan was furious. He looked around, raised his umbrella and pointed at someone, "You, you, you, come here!"
The farmer who came over to watch the excitement pointed at his nose: "Me?"
"Yes, that's you."
Seeing the other party's rich clothes, the farmer did not dare to disobey, so he had to go over.
But I saw the young man in brocade throwing out a silver bean: "One tael of silver, lift me up to the wall!"
The farmer's eyes brightened, he bit it with his teeth to confirm the bite mark, and happily lifted the young man in brocade and supported him against the wall.
Upon seeing this, the other scholars followed suit and paid money one by one to stand on the wall.
They were excitedly riding on the wall, looking into the distance, when suddenly someone held their shoulders: "Look, look, someone is coming, someone is coming!"
"Hey, he's so big! He must be six feet, right?"
"Oh my god, I have never seen such a tall person before. He seems to be six feet one. His fist is bigger than my head, right? What disciple is this?"
"I heard that warriors have bones. Ordinary people have mortal bones. Real geniuses are born with martial bones. They are born different. Couldn't this be martial bones?"
"Can Master Yang's disciples win?"
"It's okay for Master Yang to take action. He is the number one master in Pingyang County and is a great master at hunting tigers. He can suppress all the scoundrels, but his disciples, do I feel in danger?"
"I heard that the contestants in this competition are the eldest, middle and youngest disciples of Master Yang. Hey, do you think the ninth disciple in our academy is the youngest?"
"I don't know. I don't know how many disciples Master Yang has."
"I think what Master Pang said is right. If the master is great, the disciples he teaches may not necessarily be great as well. After all, they are two different things. He said it so confidently that there is no telling who will win or lose."
The scholars already knew a lot about martial arts schools, but ordinary people would not even know the details. This was because they felt it was exciting.
On the street, Pang Qinghe and a group of disciples walked down the long street, thanking all the fellow villagers along the way.
When Liang Qu saw him, he would definitely complain about the celebrity walking on the red carpet. It takes ten meters and three minutes.
Next to Pang Qinghe, a female apprentice looked very excited: "Master, it's so lively."
Pang Qinghe nodded: "Everyone is busy during the Jingzhe day, spring plowing and spring planting, but a quarter of noon happens to be the lunch break. If you have some free time, you will definitely not miss the excitement. I specially chose this time period."
Da Zhuang looked around, so many people made him a little nervous.
Seeing this, the female apprentice patted Da Zhuang on the shoulder and turned to look at Lan Tai: "Senior Brother Lan, didn't you meet Master Yang's ninth disciple yesterday? How do you feel about his strength?"
"I don't feel it. He is very good at concentrating his Qi." Lan Tai shook his head, "I definitely have an advantage in martial arts, but I have confidence in Da Zhuang! No matter how good your martial arts training is, it is the icing on the cake. In the final analysis, a warrior depends on his Qi and blood. Intensity.
He has practiced martial arts for five months, and he is a second-level martial artist, just like Dazhuang, but Dazhuang is born with strong bones, and has half the talent of martial arts, almost like a fourth-level warrior, so don't be afraid, you will definitely win. ! "
"That's right Da Zhuang." Pang Qinghe grabbed Da Zhuang's shoulders and encouraged, "Don't be afraid of him, you must be stronger than him!"
After being encouraged by his master and brothers, Da Zhuang's face softened slightly, he clenched his fists and cheered up his confidence.
At the entrance of the Yang Family Martial Arts School, Xiang Changsong and Hu Qi had been waiting here all morning, and were a little surprised to see the strong figure.
With such an exaggerated physique, his physique is by no means ordinary!
Seeing someone coming to the door, the two of them didn't have time to think about it, and they clasped their fists together: "Master Pang!"
Pang Qinghe cupped his fists and returned the greeting: "What do you call the two of you?"
"Master Yang's seventh disciple, Hu Qi!"
"Master Yang's eighth disciple, Xiang Changsong!"
"Nice to meet you."
"Master Pang, please invite me."
Pang Qinghe bowed again and filed in with all his disciples.
Walking through the corridor, I saw Yang Dongxiong sitting in a corner of the martial arts arena.
"Master Yang! I have admired him for a long time." Pang Qinghe stepped forward and bowed half.
Yang Dongxiong did not stand up, but raised his hand and pointed to the stool beside him: "Master Pang, please sit down."
Pang Qinghe didn't dare to sit down: "I'm really offended by disturbing your place. I'm just here for the first time and it's really difficult to open up the situation. I'm not talented, but I also want to have a discussion with you."
"It doesn't matter."
Yang Dongxiong stroked his beard, not paying attention to the scene words, and pointed to one side. Yu Dun, Zhuo Shao, and Liang Qu were all beside him.
"According to what you said, my eldest disciple, fifth disciple and ninth disciple should have appeared. Unfortunately, my eldest disciple is still in the Western Army and cannot withdraw, so my second disciple has to do it for me."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Serve your country and be a hero."
Pang Qinghe didn't care at all. No matter how he changed in the other two games, he would lose. As long as the youngest disciple didn't change in the highlight.
He asked his disciples to stand up in order: "This is my eldest disciple Lan Tai, fifth disciple Ge Bochun, and ninth disciple Kou Zhuang. It's a coincidence that the number of direct disciples I have accepted is the same as that of Master Yang. The disciples have all started for less than half a year."
Seeing that the tallest disciple was actually the youngest ninth disciple, the onlookers were in an uproar.
How to fight this?
The Ninth Disciple opposite is at least six feet tall. Although Liang Qu here is also very tall, he is only five feet five, a head away!
People are three-dimensional. If there is a head difference in height, the difference in shoulder width, arm span, and strength will be lost.
Yang Dongxiong nodded: "You tell me how to compare the three games and the order."
"Fight shirtless! Without any armor, start from the youngest disciple!"
Pang Qinghe knew that in terms of equipment, his own was definitely not as rich as his opponent's. He first proposed to fight shirtless. Shirtless fighting did not mean taking off clothes with bare hands, but meant bare hands.
The second thing is the order. Winning one game first and then losing two games is completely different from losing two games and then winning one game!
You have done everything, so naturally you have to do your best!
"Do you have any questions?" Yang Dongxiong looked at his three disciples, and all they received were shaking their heads.
"It's over, aren't you going to lose?"
"How can we win? The opponent is so big and has no time advantage."
"Conspiracy, it must be a conspiracy! Master Pang is so scheming!"
On the wall, several scholars were scratching their heads and ears, and the young master in brocade clothes was so anxious that he threw his fan away.
It’s true that they were jealous that Liang Qu could get the dragon-blooded horse given by him at the same age, but they were all locals in Pingyang County and of course they didn’t want Liang Qu to lose!
Not to mention outsiders, many apprentices in the martial arts hall are anxious.
They don't want to see their martial arts school lose in the first game. With Yang Dongxiong's status, losing any of the three games would be a shame!
Xu Zishuai leaned against the pillar with a grass stem in his mouth: "This old boy doesn't look like a good person. He came here with a plan. That tall man should be born with strong bones. He is above ordinary bones and below martial bones. He is as strong as me. My guess is the same, I have gained a good disciple."
Lu Gang nodded: "But he made a wrong calculation."
Liang Qu listened to Pang Qinghe blowing to each other in the business, and his ears were numb.
He patted his butt and stood up, flexing his muscles and bones, and stood together with Kou Zhuang in the center of the martial arts arena.
Kou Zhuang stood in front of Liang Qu, and Liang Qu's whole body was shrouded in shadow.
Comparing the two, the visual impact is even greater.
For a moment, everyone outside the court was not optimistic about Liang Qu, and their mood was negative.
The apprentices on Pang Qinghe's side cheered and were confident of victory.
This guy has to be two meters tall, right?
Liang Qu wondered in the shadow.
sulfuric acid!
Pang Qinghe grabbed the gong hammer and swung it. The gong sound was deafening, and the first game had begun!
Liang Qu grabbed his wrist and moved it, standing upright. Kou Zhuang actually took a few steps back and distanced himself from him. The two looked sideways at each other and didn't see any movement for a long time.
There was a slight commotion among the apprentices in the martial arts arena and the audience outside the martial arts arena.
Pang Qinghe gave him encouragement with his eyes. As a disciple, he was good at everything, but he was too soft-tempered and would not take the initiative.
Senior Brother Lan Tai also pumped his fists to cheer.
Kou Zhuang nodded. He leaned down on the ground, took a deep breath, and his muscles undulated. His whole body turned into a bronze and iron bison that was about to explode. His muscles bulged to the point where his clothes bulged.
Extremely terrifying power accumulated in Kou Zhuang's breathing. The noisy audience gradually fell silent, and their hearts seemed to be suppressed by something indescribable.
Liang Qu lowered his eyebrows and saw that the dust on the ground was rising and falling under the other person's breath.
boom!
Thunder on the ground!
The yellow mud that had been trampled and compacted by countless apprentices actually had several cracks!
The heavy air suddenly made a muffled sound like a tearing piece of paper.
The strength in Kou Zhuang's body seemed to be endless. He used all his strength with every step he took. The martial arts field he stepped on exploded and the loess collapsed.
The air flow exploded, and the terrifying pressure surged in like a tidal wave.
Everyone outside the wall held their mouths and noses in unison. The air seemed to have turned into the most solid gel, making it impossible to breathe.
It was only a few dozen meters, crossed in the blink of an eye.
All the dust was swept up the moment Kou Zhuang crossed over. Looking from the top of the wall, it seemed as if a tornado was rising across the martial arts field.
A scene that no one expected appeared!
Faced with such a shocking blow, Liang Qu refused to evade or retreat, lowered his body and faced it with a backhand punch.
crazy!
How can I go head-to-head with this kind of monster!
The audience almost screamed, and the scholar on the wall wanted to jump off the wall and pull Liang Qu away.
But everything happened so fast that no one had time to stop it.
boom!
prick!
Two thunders exploded one after the other.
The first sound was the collision of fists, and the second sound was the tearing of clothes.
"What!?"
Pang Qinghe's pupils shrank sharply, and Lan Tai's heart jumped even more, and the unbelievable emotions in his heart were violently rolling.
No matter what method or means Liang Qu used to avoid this punch, they would not be shocked.
What now!
Liang Qu was knocked backwards, his legs completely sunk into the mud, and the clothes on his upper body exploded, ending abruptly at his belt.
He didn't fall down!
Caught it!
Don't dodge, don't evade, catch it!
Pang Qinghe had an extremely bad premonition in his heart.
The next moment, an even more horrifying scene appeared.
Liang Qu's serratus muscles undulated like shark gills. He twisted his belt and punched, and with increasing strength, he actually pushed back Kou Zhuang's fist bit by bit!
Pang Qinghe's eyes were about to burst.
How is it possible, how is it possible to push back in such a difficult posture! ? ?
Born with strong bones, born with strong bones!
Kou Zhuang's eyes were red, his energy and blood were boiling like fire, and the loess under his feet was shattering like fragile sand. He kept moving forward, trying to push back the power of his fists, but it was all in vain, useless!
He can't do it!
Liang Qu straightened his waist little by little like a spring rod, and with his upper body naked, in full view of everyone, he pressed his opponent back little by little with an extremely strong posture!
Like a rock in flowing water, no matter how powerful the waves are, they will not retreat at all, but will split the current!
Kou Zhuang's arms trembled. The opponent's fist was only half as big as his, but his strength was far greater than his!
Liang Qu touched his fist with his fist and looked at Kou Zhuang. He grinned, revealing his scarlet gums.
"What a strength!"
