There was a moment of silence in the field. I didn't expect Mo Qiu to be so straightforward.
However, there are many people who practice martial arts who are not afraid of heaven and earth, and there are even more people who want to make a name for themselves. Suddenly, one person jumped out and shouted: "A certain person is the Blood Shadow Crazy Sword, Du Hai, who is here to ask for advice." One or two!”
The man was holding a large golden ring knife, and there was a centipede-like scar on his face. The scar twisted as he spoke, as if it were a living thing.
Apart from anything else, this image is enough to scare children into tears at night.
It's just that he is only seven feet tall and a little lean. Even though he is full of fierceness, he still looks a little petite in front of Mo Qiu, who is more than nine feet tall.
"Du Hai, the Blood Shadow Crazy Sword, once chased the horse bandits thousands of miles away in order to avenge his friends, and finally killed the enemy with his own hands! He was given the title of Crazy Sword by people in the world."
In the crowd, a small number of people who were familiar with Du Hai's deeds immediately began to cheer him up. Some martial arts gym owners showed disdain, but they still deliberately revealed the opponent's skills.
Without him, I had already lost once, so I had to let the students under me understand that it was not me who was not good, but Mo Qiu who was really too evil.
The more challenges, the greater the fame, the better, so that these losers can wash away the humiliation of losing first.
"please."
Mo Qiu didn't move and signaled Du Hai to do whatever he wanted.
"Hey!"
With a sharp shout, Du Hai did not dare to neglect, and just raised the golden ring knife in his hand.
In an instant, Mo Qiu moved.
His figure moved like a ghost, arriving behind him at a speed completely inconsistent with his tall physique. Before the big ring knife could fall, it had already landed on Du Hai's chest with a palm.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Du Hai took seven steps back in a row, and the large golden-ringed knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter. His face turned pale and his breathing became extremely rapid.
Before his vitality could be fully lifted, Mo Qiu had already slapped him away with one palm!
It’s just one move, a decisive decision!
"I accept it." Mo Qiu greeted him with his hands in hand.
Du Hai's face turned pale and his chest was extremely tight. He was the first to take the stage. It was impossible to say that he had no confidence in himself.
However, facts speak louder than words. With just one palm, he lost the strength to even lift the knife. How could he not know that the other party was showing mercy?
"I'm afraid you are already a master, so I won't lose unjustly." Du Hai did not make any fuss and simply admitted defeat.
The people who were dissatisfied were the onlookers who had just become interested. What they were waiting for was not a thrilling battle of swords and swords at all, and they suddenly burst into boos.
"Is this the virtue of the Blood Shadow Crazy Sword? When you go up and get slapped in the face, you give up? I'm really good at it!"
"Just for show, right? I've never heard of this name before. He just jumped out of nowhere. He's used to being domineering in the mountains, and when he goes to the imperial capital, he still thinks he's the number one figure."
A layman looks at the excitement, an expert looks at the door.
Not all of the people watching were skilled in martial arts. Most of them just heard the news and came to watch the fun.
On the contrary, many of the men holding knives looked cautious and confused.
With the speed Mo Qiu showed just now, they would only be humiliating themselves if they went up. They couldn't even see clearly, so how could they stop him?
"But who else wants to come and discuss with us?"
Mo Qiu looked around and did not stop those who were watching the excitement but did not think it was a big deal.
Today he is here to talk about Taoism, and talking about Taoism must show enough strength before anyone is willing to listen to you sincerely.
There was no turning back when he fired the bow, he was ready.
"The Imperial Capital is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, but if you are not a Grandmaster, then you have to reconsider."
A bald man stood up, holding a Zen staff. He turned out to be a monk!
The monk himself was not surprised. What was surprising was that he was still grabbing the chicken leg with his other hand and chewing on it, making his mouth full of oil.
"Don't you understand Zen Master?"
The knowledgeable person immediately told the monk's origin and was greatly surprised. He didn't expect that even this monk came over!
Today's saints are asking for immortality, but they only favor Taoism and do not love Buddhism. Even the alchemists and others are above them. Ordinary monks can't even drink soup or water.
Only this Buddhist Zen master had some real kung fu and had been summoned by Emperor Zongming. In the imperial capital, his strength and reputation far exceeded the previous Blood Shadow Crazy Sword.
He escaped into Buddhism only because his family had no money for food when he was young. As a result, he repeatedly violated the rules and precepts after entering the monastery.
He simply chose the word "not enlightened" for himself, saying that he had not broken away from all kinds of tastes in the world, which can be regarded as a lot more free and happy.
Zen Master Buwu threw the Zen staff to the person beside him in two steps. He chewed the chicken drumstick into his belly in a few mouthfuls, chewed the bones and swallowed it. He wiped his body nonchalantly with his greasy palms.
"Here, let me try too."
Master Fuwu stepped forward in two steps, and as soon as he finished speaking, he punched out unceremoniously. A faint roar of a tiger burst out from Master Fuwu's body, making ordinary people's hearts tremble when they heard it.
Fuhu Luohan Fist is an authentic high-grade Buddhist martial arts. It should not be practiced by those who have a spirit far beyond ordinary people!
There is no doubt that he has practiced it to perfection, and the roar of the tiger in his body is the best proof.
This punch is the result of more than twenty years of hard work!
"Good punch!"
Mo Qiu's eyes also lit up. The shadow of his fist seemed like a mountain of taiwan pressing down on top and a tiger running towards him. Both in terms of momentum and body movement, it had reached its peak.
If you don’t realize that the Zen master is at least a master of Zang training!
However, Mo Qiu did not take a step back. Instead, he leaned forward, facing the pressure that was like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, and threw a mediocre punch.
"boom!"
The two fists collided, causing the ground to tremble for a moment, and the sound of explosions filled the air.
Master Fuwu took three steps back, his face slightly red.
Mo Qiu recovered with only a flicker of his body, and just as he was about to take the initiative, he saw Zen Master Fuwu waving his hands repeatedly.
Zen Master Fuwu said very directly: "No fight, no fight, I admit defeat."
"Master, you just punched me, why didn't you punch me?" the person who recognized him asked curiously.
"Don't you see that I can't beat him? I'm asking for trouble and making a fool of myself. Do you think I'm a fool?" Zen Master Fuwu rolled his eyes angrily at the man.
Fuhu Luohan Fist is known for its unparalleled strength. Anyone who can take his full force punch without retreating must have a stronger blood energy than him!
Even if we fight with real swords and guns, we won't be able to gain any benefit in the end, and we have to watch it again as if we were playing tricks on others, so why bother?
He didn't care about other people's opinions. It was enough for him to know Mo Qiu's worth.
"Accepted."
Mo Qiu nodded slightly, looking more pleased with the Zen Master.
If he really fights, he can naturally win it, but it will undoubtedly take a lot of effort, which is not conducive to the situation he hopes to create.
Gu Dan, who was watching the excitement on the side, looked at Zen Master Fuwu with some curiosity. Although the opponent's kung fu was just a punch, how could it be similar to what Xiong Qihu used?
Even the roar of the tiger is very similar!
The difference is that one works from the inside out, while the other simply relies on the wind.
"But is there any other friend who would like to discuss with us?"
Mo Qiu asked again without stopping.
At this moment, the crowd was finally silent, and no one jumped out to question whether Zen Master Fuwu was the one he had invited.
After all, Zen Master Fuwu was summoned by Emperor Zongming. There is no way such a person would do such dirty things.
Mo Qiu asked three times in a row, but no one in the field jumped out to challenge him.
"It seems that everyone has recognized my martial arts skills."
Mo Qiu smiled and said: "Then I will be bold and tell you my philosophy for your evaluation."
