"Understand, people in the world can't help themselves."
Yang Lin nodded.
Those who practice martial arts must have a clear mind.
Some things have to be done and have nothing to do with others, but only with one’s own heart.
"When I was young, I was favored by my master. I was fortunate enough to be taught the Xingyi and Bagua skills. After ten years of hard training, I finally achieved great success.
My kung fu is partly a result of chance and partly a result of hard work. By the time I achieve my mastery, I will already be old.
Master Yang, on the other hand, had already aspired to become a Grandmaster at a young age and had earned a reputation as an invincible master.
In comparison, my old bones really feel ashamed. I have only met one person with such talent and beauty in my life.
Unexpectedly, I saw another one today..."
Gongbao Mori didn't look like a warrior who came to fight for revenge, but like he met an old friend and had a chat, which was like discussing heroes over wine.
Of course, if it weren't for the movement of his right hand on the tea table made of gold and ironwood, Yang Lin would really think that the grandmaster had become older and more nagging.
The right hand curled up naturally and gently tapped the table.
The tabletop, as hard as iron, was like ants turning into sand, with deep holes appearing silently.
The sawdust slowly dripped down, spreading into a sheet on the bottom of the table, moving gently in the wind, like flowing golden mist.
"Gather your strength into needles, and fossils into powder..."
There were knowledgeable Lianjiazis around who couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw this scene.
Although Yundu Theater is a theater and not very popular, the backstage owner has a lot of money.
The tables where guests are entertained are extraordinary.
This desert is full of gold, iron and wood, but even if a strong man hits it with a sledgehammer, he may not be able to leave a mark.
But.
In the hands of Kiyabo Mori.
It's just like a base of fine sand.
This is to attack the heart, and at the same time, it is also to build momentum.
After all, he is old and has been raised for a long time, and the murderous spirit in his heart has faded slightly with these years of wealthy life.
By recalling the past and cherishing the memory of his beloved disciple, he accumulated murderous aura and intention, displaying his superb power control skills.
The fight hasn't even started yet, but I've already taken the lead...
Gong Baosen was still talking slowly, but Yang Lin was already a little impatient. He hit and didn't hit, and left and didn't leave. He was very arrogant.
Now it's a competition, not whether you're good at acting.
He scratched his ears helplessly and said with a smile: "Master Gong, your story about sesame seeds and millet has been widely spread among the people. I have also heard about it in Shanghai, so there is no need to repeat it again.
You see, everyone is impatient. How about we set up the venue first? "
"The younger generation is just impatient..."
Gong Baosen looked stunned, then suddenly showed his white teeth and smiled, "It's up to you."
Before the word "you" could be spoken, his figure had disappeared behind the table.
In everyone's eyes, they saw only a vague shadow, swept by the fierce wind, and rushed in front of Yang Lin.
I have no idea how he ran out of the Grand Master's chair behind the table, passed through the long table, and got under Yang Lin's nose.
His body movements are agile, fast, and unpredictable. He is truly worthy of being a palace monkey who has practiced both Xingyiquan and Baguazhang.
Compared with Hou Yuanliang's self-proclaimed body skills, this is the ancestor of the body skills.
It looks like the figure is still there, but in fact, it's long gone.
The fist curled up into a monkey's paw has gently pressed against Yang Lin's left eye, as if tracing his eyebrows and wiping his forehead.
This move was so fast and so cruel that the hearts of everyone around seemed to have stopped beating.
No one expected that this Xingyi Bagua master came from the Qing court and later traveled around the world and became a guest of major warlords.
As he was talking, he suddenly took action...
There is no guru style at all.
Perhaps, this is the true meaning of martial arts.
Don't stick to the venue, don't stick to the fame, feel free to follow your heart, and move like thunder.
Yang Lin chuckled, "Old guy, you are too nagging. This is how you feel about taking action."
As if predicting the future, he had already raised his palms to his chest, and his five fingers bloomed like plum blossoms, blocking the space between his eyebrows and half a foot from his throat.
The fists and shadows of the two sides intertwined, and they grabbed the lock, creating numerous phantoms.
A series of crackling sounds were like the sound of firecrackers.
Everyone gasped, feeling that the two of them were fighting fast, only within a small distance.
The light and shadow are intertwined, dangerous and dangerous, and the details of both sides' offense and defense can no longer be seen clearly.
The most bizarre thing is that the crisp sound is like the urgent sound of a fast drum, but Yang Lin's clear voice is unhurried, as if he is sitting there leisurely, sipping the fragrant tea after the rain.
While he was striking like lightning, striking hard, he was chatting and laughing.
There is an indescribable calmness and ease that makes people feel heartbroken.
The demeanor of a master and the invincible temperament are completely mastered.
From this aspect alone, although the palace monkey looks like the reincarnation of a divine monkey, it roars and beats wildly, and its body turns sharply, making it look intimidating.
But it is obvious that in terms of temperament, he has fallen behind.
The two of them moved like a rainstorm and a gust of wind...
Yang Lin stood still, opening and closing his hands like plum blossoms.
But Gongbao Mori was wandering around, spinning, jumping high and low, turning into a tornado and circling around him, but he couldn't get in.
Everyone's hearts were raised in their throats, and their eyes refused to blink.
I'm afraid that in the blink of an eye, the winner will be decided.
It was really lonely to watch.
"Okay, Senior Gong, I've seen your Monkey Fist, so let's show you the Gong family's Sixty-Four Bagua moves.
I heard that the flowers hidden under the leaves are very clever, so I used them to have a look. "
The smile on Yang Lin's face has not faded, but his words can really make people angry.
Gong Baosen's momentum was weak.
His body shape suddenly changed from a crazy monkey to becoming agile and strange.
Like a ghastly ghost shadow, attacking the waist and lower three areas with every move, it turned from hard to soft without leaving a trace.
"Then as you wish."
His voice was high-pitched and urgent, and his movements were soft and gentle, and he immediately stopped them.
The figure is like a snake or a vine, slippery and ever-changing.
When people look at it, they feel a little breathless.
"Okay, I just created this new martial art, using force to stop fighting and killing to defend. I also named it the Way of Killing Fist."
Yang Lin's expression suddenly changed, he gave a light drink, and his expression became solemn and solemn.
With a straight punch, thunder exploded in the hall, and the air was beaten into long ripples.
It was an extremely fast and extremely heavy punch to the chest.
God’s will is always difficult to ask.
His punch was God's will to punish him.
Let you be ever-changing and as nimble as an ape, I can only punch you.
The strange thing is that Gong Baosen's dexterous and ever-changing figure, at this moment, incredibly happened to be in front of Yang Lin, and directly collided with the roaring and exploding fist.
There is no way to hide or avoid it.
It was like being pulled by the violent wind of the fist, pulling the spinning figure in front of him and receiving a hard punch.
"Bang..."
The expressions on Gong Baosen's face changed wildly, including shock, discomfort, confusion, and helplessness...
He only had time to cross his hands, palms forming yin and yang, to protect his chest, before he was hit by this punch.
Where the fist wind surged, his body looked like he had been hit by a galloping mad cow. His feet were firmly pressed to the ground, dragging out two long black marks and retreating ten meters away.
His back hit the pillar of the hall. The huge pillar clicked and was smashed into two pieces. Only then did he stand upright.
