Return of the Immortal Emperor: The Villain Empress Becomes Mother-in-Law

"Brother Xuan, this old man's aura is so powerful." Lan Xige shrank her delicate body and put her arms around Tang Xuan's arm with a look of surprise.

"Of course, only Mr. Zheng's generation has truly flourished among the successive directors of the Fuxi Boxing Gym." Mr. Huo said with a faint smile, "Mr. Zheng is also a role model for my generation. During times of war, he sent hundreds of apprentices to join the army. None of them came back alive."

"In order to let these apprentices return to their hometown, the old man even went to the front line in person. Under the heavy gunfire, he cut off the clothes on the apprentices and sewed them into a Baijiayi, which is still enshrined in Fuxi Boxing Gym."

When Tang Xuan heard the words, he couldn't help but think highly of this person.

If this person were placed in the fairy world, he might be regarded as half a well-known master.

Being anonymous in troubled times, and standing out in troubled times are two different deeds. The former is hiding from the world and hiding the name, while the latter is sacrificing oneself for others. How can they be generalized?

Handing the microphone to his mouth, Zheng Ansheng straightened his waist slowly, and Chi Mu's eyes became sharp in an instant, and he looked at everyone around and said: "My young man, if you have great ambitions, why don't you stand up and stand?"

The whole venue echoed with a thick voice.

There was a dead silence for two seconds at first, and then the college students sitting in their seats all stood up from their seats with resolute faces.

Even the students of Jingzhou University got up together and looked at Zheng Ansheng.

"It's a good one to get up and stand."

Tang Xuan smiled lightly. This old man is indeed an old monster who has lived for more than 180 years. A mere sentence can stir up people's excitement.

After saying this, Zheng Ansheng smiled faintly, raised his hand and pressed forward, and everyone sat down, while he continued to close his eyes and meditate.

"Okay, thank Mr. Zheng for speaking for everyone, it's really exciting, so let's not talk nonsense, the competition has officially started, please invite the first contestant to play!"

The host took the microphone without stopping and announced the start of the game.

The first two colleges to play were the competition between Taekwondo and Muay Thai, and there were basically some boring fights left in the venue.

Jingzhou University is considered to be half the finale, so there is no time to go up to the competition.

Tang Xuan glanced at the students competing below, and after observing for a while, he couldn't help shaking his head.

What these students showed were basically showy fists and embroidered legs, which was completely different from the kind of fist-to-body competition that Tang Xuan saw not long ago in the underground black boxing arena.

It is not difficult to see some real skills in it, but in the eyes of Tang Xuan's power, it is no different from a child's play house.

After about two or three hours, it was finally the turn of the match between Jingzhou University and Yenching Academy.

The other academies have basically already allocated places, and there were no disturbances during the competition, and there were not even any injuries that fell to the ground, most of which were skin traumas.

Zheng Ansheng, who was sitting on the main seat, hadn't opened his eyes until now, and seemed indifferent to this, but when the host announced the opening of the two colleges, he slowly raised his eyes.

It can be seen that the competition between these two colleges is the finale.

One side is Mizong Fist, and the other is Huo Family Fist.

Between the two, who is more powerful?
The teachers and students sent by the surrounding academies all had the same question in their minds.

At the beginning of the first game, the person Jingzhou University sent to the field turned out to be Liu Chaoqun who mocked Mr. Huo in public that day. He walked to the stage with a proud face.

"Why did you send this guy?" Lan Xige asked in surprise.

But she remembered that this guy was a proper rich second-generation second-generation ancestor, and he usually played around in school.

"Liu Chaoqun is the best person in the association who has learned Huojia boxing. Sending him to win the jackpot will greatly suppress the morale of the opponent." Huo Lao explained with a smile.

"Just him?" Lan Xige didn't quite believe it.

Soon, Yenching Academy also sent a tall man up, and the two saluted each other. Liu Chaoqun took the lead in attacking, his fists in his hands were quite sharp.

This punch alone caused some rumors, and it really has a kind of domineering Huojia boxing.

But isn't this kind of action that is straight up and hooked, not giving people a loophole?

When the teachers from other colleges saw this scene, they couldn't help shaking their heads, as if they had already seen the outcome.

On the contrary, Tang Xuan narrowed his eyes. It seemed that Mr. Huo had listened to his advice on Huo Jiaquan.

Liu Chaoqun's punch was not for offense, but just to confuse the opponent.

Seeing Liu Chaoqun strike so straightforwardly, the student of Yenching Academy curled up his mouth and gave a sneer, raised his hand to grab his fist, and took the punch.

But in the next second, Liu Chaoqun grinned, raised his other hand, and rushed towards his abdomen at an unexpected angle.

Huojiaquan is the most domineering, and its strength is naturally not bad. The student stared, took a few steps back, and then fell to the ground and cried out in pain.

There was an uproar in the audience, Liu Chaoqun wiped his nose arrogantly, raised the corner of his mouth and said, "That's it? Mizong Quan is nothing more than that."

The student's face darkened when he heard the ridicule, he stood up from the ground, put on a posture, and kept turning his hands, like drawing a circle in Tai Chi.

"Why don't you dance here?" Liu Chaoqun sneered, raised his hand and punched again.

But as soon as the fist touched the student, his arm was clamped by the opponent's hands, and his expression couldn't help changing. He wanted to pull it out, but he was kicked from below.

Liu Chaoqun also reacted very quickly. He circled his feet on the ground, avoided the blow through the coordination of his body, came to the opponent's side, and raised his right fist before striking out.

But as if the other party had expected it, there was a trick, and his hands were like ghosts. He let go of Liu Chaoqun's arms, and grabbed Liu Chaoqun's arms from another direction.

"You lost." The other party gave a smirk, raised his leg and kicked Liu Chaoqun's crotch.

"Ow!!"

In the arena, Liu Chaoqun howled in pain. He fell directly out of the arena, but he didn't want to lose face, so he quickly got up from the ground, frowned, pointed at the other party and cursed: "Grandma's , Are you messing with your hands? Referee? Referee!"

Lan Xige and the people from Jingzhou University all looked helpless when they saw this scene.

"This kid, he was sure to win, but it's a pity that he underestimated the enemy." Huo Lao sighed, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Tang Xuan on the side had indifferent eyes, not surprised.

This Mizong Fist is obviously a defensive approach. If the Huo Family Fist is used well, it will naturally create sparks, but attacking like Liu Chaoqun is no different from giving away a head.

Jingzhou University was defeated in the first battle, but the opponent's morale increased a lot.

When Liu Chaoqun called out, the scene became even more embarrassing. He realized his embarrassment and walked back in disgrace.