Not to mention that Chen Jinlong later received an invitation from the [Spring and Autumn Chamber of Commerce], which brought him many opportunities.
After watching the competition between Jinshan Zhao and Chen Jinlong, Hong Kang became interested in Chen Jinlong's ability to punch upwards and downwards, with his body circling and rising, and through clouds and mist.
"Dad, I have a question." Hong Kang came to Hong Zhennan's side, "You said that those pictographic fists, such as monkey boxing, bear boxing, wolf boxing, tiger boxing, etc., are all based on the ancestors' observation of the states of birds and animals. Its shape is created by getting its intention."
"What about Dragon Fist? Is it possible that there really is a dragon in the world??"
"As for the "Oolong Fist", it's actually just Snake Fist!"
"If you don't see the real dragon, how can you get the dragon shape??!"
Hong Zhennan was stopped by Hong Kang's question: "This...maybe someone has seen it??"
Hong Zhennan said something that he didn't even believe.
Hong Kang believed in the existence of divine dragons, but that should be in the world of immortals, heroes, gods and demons, not this era of late martial arts.
"It is recorded in the boxing book that "Hongquan" also has the inheritance of the dragon shape. It is said that it is based on the view of Izumo and Teng, combining hardness and softening, and the dragon shape is the master of training. I wonder how this training is done?"
“The Book of Changes says that a gentleman is like a dragon, how should we understand it?!”
Hong Kang ignored the various thoughts that popped up in his mind.
Today's game finally came to the last one.
There are ten competitions in one day, and now is the tenth competition.
The host announced: "The tenth game, [Baji: Xia Weipeng] versus [Leopard: Bao Jiahua]!!"
The warriors cheered up.
"Another disciple of a famous boxing master has arrived!"
"Bajiquan?!" Zheng Zixuan said, "As the old saying goes: Wen has Taiji to stabilize the world, and martial arts has Baji to determine the universe. I wonder if I can get a glimpse of the Baji style today!?"
As soon as Xia Weipeng came on the stage, everyone was disappointed.
Because he is really ordinary.
It is not the kind of "Bai Gu" whose reading is mediocre and whose writing is brilliant;
But it really has no characteristics at all.
He seems to be just over 1.7 meters tall, which is relatively short compared to other martial arts masters.
Wearing ordinary gray clothes and an ordinary dark face.
On the other hand, his opponent was wearing a colorful vest, his hair was dyed yellow and green, and he had a leopard tattooed on his arm.
He bared his teeth, shook his head, and turned his nostrils upward.
An outrageous attitude.
He kept clenching his fists, making loud noises, and raised his chin provocatively towards Xia Weipeng.
"Brother Leopard, come on! Try to win this country bumpkin in the first round."
There were supporters of his younger brother cheering on the stage.
Bao Jiahua said proudly: "Hey! Country bumpkin, why don't you admit defeat directly, so as not to have to suffer a physical torture."
Xia Weipeng remained unmoved and remained honest and courteous.
He looked at the referee gently: "Referee, can we start?"
The referee nodded politely as well. Who wouldn't be more pleasing to the eyes of polite people? !
"Beep!!"
Bao Jiahua said he despised the other party, but he was not ambiguous about his actions.
Almost as soon as the whistle sounded, he hit Xia Weipeng's waist with a mid-sweep kick.
"Baji-shock the feet!"
Xia Weipeng stamped his foot on the ground, making a "dong" sound.
The calf bounced up and directly intercepted Bao Jiahua's sweeping kick.
Bao Jiahua suddenly felt pain, and felt that his foot had been kicked against the steel plate.
Then Xia Weipeng's shoulders relaxed and tightened, his energy sank in his Dantian, he straightened his back and held his chest, and with a burst of strength, his whole body's joints crackled.
His temperament instantly changed from that of an ordinary old farmer to a powerful one.
Xia Weipeng's elbow was like leaning on a mountain, directly pressing against Bao Jiahua's chest.
"Baji - top of mind!!"
Bao Jiahua felt as if he was being hit head-on by a fierce horse, and his whole body was immediately pushed to the edge of the ring.
His chest felt painful and tight, his vision turned black, and he fainted as soon as he relaxed.
"What an elbow!" Hong Zhennan slapped the armrest of the seat and praised, "What a [heart elbow]! It's really domineering and strong."
Hong Kang's expression was not as relaxed as before: "He is a strong opponent. Bajiquan?!"
But there was an urge in his heart to try, and he felt his blood boiling.
On the foreign side, the lady covered her mouth in surprise.
"Oh! They are not acting, right? That little man can actually knock someone five or six meters away?? Oh, my God!!"
George looked solemnly at Xia Weipeng on the stage, feeling a chill in his heart. The power that exploded in that moment...
Maybe—bigger than myself! !
…
At the end of the ten games in one day, the spectators walked out of the field satisfied.
They also discussed among themselves which player had better kung fu, or who would not lose if they fought with whom.
"Today's game was really fun to watch!" someone said, "And if you calculate it this way, you will have to play for at least ten days. If you calculate it this way, the 100 yuan ticket is not very expensive!!"
"That's right! However, the tickets must be hidden and don't get lost or stolen. The ticket seller said that when you enter the door, they will look at the tickets and not the person."
"Yes, yes, it will be a big loss if you lose it."
"I think the guy named Chen Jinlong lost unjustly. If he had been matched up against someone else, he would have definitely advanced to the next round."
"That's not necessarily the case. Others who have advanced are also very good!"
"Are you blind? Do you know Kung Fu?"
"You say it as if you know it very well. Do you dare to bet with me who will be promoted tomorrow?!!"
"What's wrong with that? I'm telling you..."
"..."
Changle Club.
Cao Shijie watched his sister Cao Yanjun play with the knife.
One knife after another, the tiger and the tiger are like the wind.
"Sister, you must win tomorrow!"
Cao Yanjun, who was dressed in casual clothes, put away his sword and stood up after performing a smooth movement.
"What? You don't have confidence in me?"
"Of course not! Sister, you are the most powerful. No one in Changle can beat you."
Cao Shijie, who was fourteen or fifteen years old, was yearning for strong men. Today he went to watch a [mixed martial arts] match. He saw the fist-to-bone fighting, and he was so excited that his voice became a little hoarse.
Cao Yanjun pulled Cao Shijie over and looked at him with fondness in his eyes.
Since her father's death, she has taken care of her younger brother Cao Shijie. As the so-called eldest sister is like a mother, she naturally takes care of Cao Shijie in every possible way.
Moreover, she is a woman who supports the [Changle Club] by herself, which naturally requires skill and courage.
This gives her a capable and strong woman temperament.
"Today is only the first day, and several masters have appeared. If we can win them over to our Changle, our strength will naturally increase."
Cao Yanjun said: "But when recruiting people, you have to let them see your strength."
"Sister, I know. This is what is said in the novel: the ruler chooses the minister, and the minister chooses the ruler." Cao Shijie shouted, "This [jun] is you, sister - Cao Yanjun."
Cao Yanjun flicked Cao Shijie's forehead in a funny way: "You are the only one who is smart!"
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