Chuanwu: Going back to the village to show off?I add some martial arts to become a saint

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Heaving a sigh of relief, Lin Qing rubbed his hands excitedly, and without hesitation pulled the split palm to level five.

After reaching the fifth level, a "+" icon appeared behind Pi Gua Zhang and Bajiquan.

Lin Qing put the two boxing techniques together with his mind.

"Synthesis, Octopus Splitting Fist!"

In the attribute panel, Bajiquan and Piguazhang disappeared, replaced by a brand new type of boxing, which appeared in the panel.

At the same time, countless muscle memories and new understandings of these two sets of boxing flooded into my mind like a wave!

The eight poles move with the spine as the axis, and the waist as the root when splitting and hanging;

Baji is like a bear walking like a tiger's claws, fixed like a bear but moving like a tiger, splitting and hanging like an eagle's wings and snake's waist, striking like an eagle and spirit like a snake;

Baji resembles Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, which is majestic, broad, simple and honest.

As the saying goes: Baji ginseng splits and hangs, gods and ghosts are afraid; splits and hangs octopus, heroes can't match it!

Everyone in the world knows Baji, but not me, Pi Gua, not because this Pi Gua Zhang is too partial.

It is because it is too rare to practice it.

And there is only one person who can integrate Baji and Pigua from the period of the Republic of China to the present.

That is Li Shuwen, the unparalleled fist and sharp gun!

When these two sets of boxing techniques learn from each other's strengths and make up for their weaknesses, and integrate them into one body, they make up for their shortcomings and become a top-level boxing technique comparable to Taijiquan.

Now, Lin Qing has reached this level.

"It's a pity that Mr. Zheng didn't get to see this scene."

Lin Qingchang sighed, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

In fact, Zheng Huaigu could have reached Li Shuwen's level in the first place.

It's a pity that fate is ill-fated and bad luck.

But as Zheng Kefu said, no matter how you say it, the fire seed of Zheng's Baji has been preserved, and even became the only torch!

Talking and laughing brought Lin Qing back to his senses.

Rhythmic music sounded again in the gym. Looking at the time, it was already six o'clock.

Some hardworking martial arts practitioners walked into the gym to start a day of morning exercise.

"This martial arts exchange meeting, let's start quickly."

Looking at the people who were practicing one after another, Lin Qing could only feel the qi and blood surging all over his body, and he wished that he could invite someone to fight now.

There are still three or four days before the start of the Martial Arts Exchange Conference.

This group of martial arts practitioners seemed to realize the urgency of time, and far more people came to the gym to practice than before.

Hongquan, Tanglangquan, Xingyiquan, poking feet, Wing Chunquan...

The masters of different factions are blooming, which dazzles the viewers.

"Let's eat."

After practicing, Lin Qing subconsciously wanted to supplement protein and carbohydrates.

He looked at the deformed and twisted sandbag, and sneakily moved it to a corner.

"I've already restrained myself. Being beaten like this is really a problem with the manufacturer, and it's none of my business."

Lin Qing breathed a sigh of relief after doing a good job of psychological preparation, and walked towards the floor where the restaurant is located.

However, before he reached the door, a group of strong men in white silk exercise uniforms came towards him and looked at him unkindly.

Lin Qing turned sideways to avoid it, but the other party took a step across and stood in front of him.

For a moment, everyone in the training room chatting, laughing and practicing martial arts was silent for an instant, and they all looked this way.

Even the sound of rhythmic music seemed to gradually stop.

Lin Qing stood still, glanced around, and looked at the three words "Baimeipai" embroidered on the opponent's practice uniform, and couldn't help feeling a little funny.

This is bullying the old ones, and the young ones are here to find a place?

The one standing in the middle was a strong foreigner, whose muscular muscles almost exploded the practice clothes, exposing yellowed chest hair.

"Lin, you want to leave after plotting against our senior brother. If you don't give us an explanation, isn't it too disrespectful of martial arts?"

The old man looked gloomy, but he was quite fluent in Chinese.

Lin Qing laughed out loud, as if he didn't see the group of white-browed sect disciples staring at him at all:

"Is your elder brother's niu ok?"

The foreigner's face changed, and he clenched his fists.

Lin Qing's words were equivalent to admitting that he was the one who yelled, and he didn't know how to respond for a while.

But this matter is too shameful, and I was scared to death when I made trouble in the corridor.

If this spread, I am afraid that the White Eyebrow Sect will be teased by the martial arts practitioners the next day and renamed the White Bull Sect.

"If it's okay, get out of the way, and see how many people you have delayed from practicing."

Lin Qing pouted behind the foreigner.

A group of martial arts practitioners who wanted to practice were blocked outside, and no one dared to come in.

The White Eyebrow School is the champion boxing style of the Chuanwu Exchange Conference for three consecutive times, and there is no lack of Benjamin's juniors from abroad.

If they really wanted to fight, there would be a huge gap between the two sides in terms of body size.

In addition, with his back on the Babulian, he walked sideways in the circle, and no one dared to provoke him.

The foreigner's face darkened, his eyes flickered fiercely:

"Then act according to the rules in the circle. In a fight, whoever has a hard fist will be justified. If anyone loses, he will voluntarily give up participating in this competition. Do you dare?"

The other party's provocation is not out of their minds.

Zheng Kefu put all his treasures on Lin Qing, so no matter what, according to Fang Jinyi's cautious character, he had to check him out.

The last time Fang Renjie and Lin Qing competed on the wooden stakes, although Lin Qing's skills were shown.

But its hole cards are completely unknown.

As I said before, the unknown is the scariest thing.

For Southern School Lin Qing, it is equivalent to that unknown existence.

Therefore, this battle, no matter whether it is accepted or not, win or lose, is a must for the Nanpai.

"No rules, no ways, I accept."

However, unexpectedly, Lin Qing's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he agreed without thinking.

Worrying about the useless Baji Pihang Fist that he just formed, wouldn't someone come to give him a pillow?

Chapter 146 The first battle of Baji split hang!

Even though it was very early in the morning, the gym was surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside, and the water could not get through.

Some people even had eye dropsy, and rushed over when they heard from their friends that they were going to compete here.

The rules of each circle are different, in Chuanwu circle, everything can be resolved with a sparring session.

As the game drew closer, everyone became more impetuous, and the daily friction between the two sides became more and more sparks.

The reason why so many people came to this discussion meeting is firstly to be a witness, to avoid the situation of being unable to afford to lose; secondly, to vent out the backlog of emotions during this period of time.

"This little brother has a face, is it from the Southern School or the Northern School?"

"If you can fight with Liu Qiang, then it goes without saying."

Everyone in the arena whispered and looked at the foreigners who were warming up.

"What do you think?"

"Although I belong to the northern faction, if I can place a bet, I will definitely bet on Liu Qiangsheng."

"Heh, why is your Northern faction like this now?"

Hearing this, some people scoffed.

The northern faction warrior shrugged his shoulders, with an expression of indifference: "This year's northern faction's competition is basically bad, and I'm telling the truth."

"Liu Qiang is Liu Ben Benjamin's personal disciple. He is in his 30s and is at the age where he can play. Last year, he won No.7 for the first time in the competition. This year, he is a strong contender for the top three."

Having said that, he lowered his voice: "Besides, you should know better than me that what this group of people really suppress is not Baimeiquan."

"You don't want to hang out in the circle anymore, keep silent!"

The complexions of those Southern School boxers became extremely unnatural, and their eyes hurriedly looked away.

For a moment, everyone seemed to turn pale when they talked about it, and they all shut their mouths tacitly.

On the ring, Liu Qiang, who is two meters tall, completed his warm-up, and even the loose training clothes couldn't hide his explosive muscles.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, like a tiger, and asked:

"Lin, don't you need to warm up?"

From the very beginning, Lin Qing stood on the ring without moving, which made him quite unhappy.

Lin Qing smiled slightly, and said calmly, "Beat you as a warm-up."

Hearing this, Liu Qiang's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "FUCK, yellow-skinned monkey!"

Immediately, he punched with one palm, and placed it horizontally in front of him, in the same way as the Baimei Fist.

Before Lin Qing could react, he made a three-step explosion, the ring trembled, and his throat was smashed head-on!

White-browed and black-handed, his moves mostly hit the throat, eyes, temples, and chest.

This move of Broken Throat seems to have no strength left, if it hits, I'm afraid he will lie on the ground on the spot.

Looking at the rushing tiger, Lin Qing did not retreat but advanced, elbow to elbow, and what he posed was Erlang Danshan.

Seeing Lin Qing's elbow strike sharply, like a knife out of its sheath, Liu Qiang's heart trembled, and a strong sense of crisis welled up in his heart.

Without waiting for the elbow, he changed his move and threw a chicken kick, kicking towards the outside of Lin Qing's thigh, and at the same time quickly pulled away.

"Liu Qiang didn't elbow him?!"

Seeing this scene, someone cried out in surprise.

You must know that Liu Qiang's punches are strong and fierce, relying on the natural advantages of his physique, he is never afraid of fighting with the opponent's feet.

However, this time, he was actually afraid, and quickly changed his tactics to find another way.

Seeing this, Lin Qing turned his legs slightly.

Bang!

The legs collided with each other, and there was a muffled sound, which made Liu Qiang's legs go numb.

A look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

In the impression that yellow-skinned monkeys practice boxing, they have inherent disadvantages compared to Caucasians.

Whether it is fighting games or UFC, there are very few people of yellow race that can be seen.

But Lin Qing's bones are so hard, and he is at a disadvantage in the opponent's foot.

He quickly backed away, trying to adjust his figure, looking for flaws.

However, Lin Qing didn't give him the slightest time to think about it, he strode heavily, and the Overlord broke his reins and struck.

Liu Qiang didn't dare to take it head-on, so he had to step back quickly, sometimes disrupting the opponent's attacking rhythm with split palms.

Punching, elbowing, and kicking, the wind of the fist pierced the air, rushing towards the face like a storm.

At this time, Lin Qing was like a madman, interpreting the aura of Bajiquan to the extreme.

Everyone couldn't help being a little confused, this was completely reversed from their expected picture.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be Liu Qiang who attacked crazily, right?