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

Suddenly, Liu Qiang seized a pause in the attack, and with his palm turned his fingers, like a spear that pierced the sky, it bypassed the front door and pierced Lin Qing's eyes.

Lin Qing turned his body slightly, his iron-like fingers brushed his eyelashes, and the piercing wind let out a shriek.

Seeing this scene, everyone exclaimed, and some even rubbed their eyes quickly, feeling pain from a long distance away.

If this happened for a second at night, the eyes might be ruined immediately.

His mental power was extremely terrifying, and even before his opponent made a move, there was a sting warning in his eyes in advance.

"Clear the worm!"

Liu Qiang gained power, and even pulled down his eyelids with his fingers, his eyes were squeezed into a slit, and said mockingly.

Hearing these two words, Lin Qing looked extremely cold.

Westerners scold people of the yellow race, most of them are Chinese, sick men of East Asia.

However, many people don't know that the level of abuse of the word "Qing Chong" is comparable to that of calling black brother Ni, or even worse.

I wanted to play and practice tricks with you casually, but I didn't expect you to become arrogant.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Qing stepped forward, raised his hand, and Hades counterattacked with three drops of water.

However, Liu Qiang didn't panic in the slightest, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stepped back quickly like a nimble giant ape.

Just now in the sparring with him, he mainly focused on stability, and it can be seen that Lin Qing is actually powerful in appearance, but in fact he has a single offensive method, only Bajiquan.

Although Bajiquan is attractive, after all, those who practice Baji are short in stature and are only suitable for bunts.

There is a huge gap in physique between the two sides. If you hit the distance with a long shot, you will consume energy and energy to kill the opponent.

However, before he was happy for too long, Liu Qiang's face changed drastically.

I saw that Lin Qing changed his moves in an instant, the original bunt was replaced by a wide open and closed split palm, and he rushed towards the sky.

Liu Qiang wanted to resist in a hurry, but before he could react, he struck again with his second palm.

Lin Qing's arms seemed to have turned into long whips, and the steps on the soles of his feet changed in thousands of ways, ups and downs, so fast that everyone subconsciously held their breath.

Liu Qiang stepped back quickly, and was confused for a while, so he had to put his arms across his chest to resist with his physique.

boom!

A thunderous explosion echoed in the gym, and everyone subconsciously looked out the window, only to find that the weather was clear and clear.

In an instant, they realized that it was Lin Qing's voice.

Rolling Thunder Eight Palms, chopping and hanging the core.

Palms are like raging waves, Qi is like divine thunder, there are vital points everywhere, palms and palms are the gate of life!

Every time he made a move, his palm slashed downward like a sharp sword hovering above his head. The speed was so fast that the loud noise was like rolling thunder.

Liu Qiang's eyes were red, and he was suppressed to the corner of the ring.

"fuck you!"

Hearing a roar, he bent down and grabbed Lin Qing's waist like a bull rushing.

However, Lin Qing's expression was calm, and the single palm that was originally hanging in the air changed according to the trend, and turned into a fierce tiger climbing the mountain in the Eight Extremes and Eight Great Moves!

Seeing this scene, the audience exclaimed.

Those who can participate in the Chuanwu Exchange Conference are all experts, so they can naturally see how clever Lin Qing's tricks are.

Some people even sighed, "So it's still possible to fight like this".

The connection between these two styles is extremely smooth, it doesn't look like two sets of boxing at all.

Hitting at a distance with splitting and hanging, and fighting with the eight poles buried in the body, it can be said to be the eight poles splitting and hanging fist!

Bang!

With a muffled sound, he grabbed the opponent's shoulder with one hand and pulled it violently. Three deep bloodstains and torn clothes were torn off.

Where is this hand again, it is clearly an iron hoop!

"what!"

Severe pain hit, this scratch not only hurt the flesh, but the joints of the shoulders!

However, before Liu Qiang recovered from the pain, he saw an iron knee and hit the facade hard!

The severe pain made him lose his ability to resist in an instant, and when his legs softened, he was about to collapse to the ground.

Gaba!

Lin Qing's eyes flashed fiercely, and he grabbed the opponent's two fingers and snapped.

Under the arena, some people didn't dare to look at it and closed their eyes.

The thick fingers turned blue and purple, bent outward at an extremely strange angle, almost parallel to the palm of the hand.

Lin Qing's eyes were cold, and a fierce light flashed:

"Foreign offal, keep barking!"

Chapter 147 The Southern Faction Scandal, Israeli Martial Arts!

Liu Qiang's face was pale, his eyes were dizzy, and beads of sweat fell like raindrops.

The severe pain made him temporarily lose his ability to think, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Under the arena, the pupils of those Baimeiquan disciples were about to burst into tears, wishing they could rush up.

However, there are too many people here, and the exchange competition is about to start, if this is really done, the places of the White Eyebrow Sect will probably be deprived by the higher authorities.

"Qing Chong, China, a sick man in East Asia, a slave of the Qing Dynasty!"

Liu Qiang regained his composure, his mouth became ruthless, and all the people present changed their colors after hearing the insults.

This is trying to piss yourself off.

Lin Qing instantly understood the other party's intentions and smiled coldly.

Although the two parties have agreed that there are no restrictions on the rules and methods, but if Lin Qing is really ruthless, the quota for the martial arts exchange conference may not be deprived.

After all, in essence, this game is still mainly about communication. Although the above encourages confrontation, if something happens, it will also affect Chuanwu's reputation.

Lin Qing practiced Taiyi Jinhua's purpose, and what he cultivated was his heart, so how could he not see the other party's intentions?

"If only your strength was half as strong as your mouth."

Liu Qiang stared at his scarlet pupils, and said harshly, "Why, because I'm a foreigner, I dare not do anything?"

Lin Qing smiled slightly, cutting into the thick elbow joint with one palm, and grabbed the wrist with the other hand.

"The loser cannot participate in the competition, I will help you."

Hearing this, Liu Qiang's complexion changed drastically, and just as he was about to speak, the severe pain made him let out a scream.

Push hard and break!

quack!

With a crisp sound, the arm was bent back in a strange arc, and then it slumped to the ground like a noodle.

"Ah... Gu Gu ho ~"

The severe pain made his voice hoarse, and he let out a low whimper like a beast.

Liu Qiang's arm is useless, no matter how well it recovers, it is impossible to exercise vigorously.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Fang Jinyi rushed in with a group of disciples.

When he saw Liu Qiang kneeling on the ground, his arms bent in mid-air with bruises, his expression changed drastically, and he pointed at Lin Qing and shouted:

"Before the game, you actually shot so viciously, I think you don't want to be qualified for the game!"

Lin Qing looked gloomy and cold, glanced at the hunchbacked old man, and said:

"Master Fang, do you bow to foreigners with your hunchback?"

As soon as the words came out, the faces of everyone in the audience changed drastically.

Some boxers from the northern faction secretly waved their fists, how happy they are.

Fang Jinyi's beard trembled from anger, his face turned red, and he pointed at Lin Qing and shouted: "Lin Qing, you wait for me, I will let you get out of this hotel today!"

He has been watching the game in secret.

After seeing Lin Qing's strength, Fang Jin felt guilty.

At the same time, he also realized that he must seize this unique opportunity to drive this person out.

"I see who dares?!"

At this moment, Zheng Wan led several Baji disciples over.

She glanced across the audience, then took out a stack of documents from her arms, and placed them in front of Fang Jinyi's eyes.

"Miss Zheng, what does this mean?"

At this time, Fang Jinyi was already blind, his eyes were gloomy and cold.

Zheng Wan smiled slightly, and said, "Uncle Fang, I have been very busy these few days investigating Liu Ben and Liu Qiang of the Baimei Boxer."

Hearing this, Fang Jinyi's face changed slightly: "What's there for the two of them to investigate?"

"See for yourself."

Zheng Wan handed over the cowhide bag, and her voice became extremely cold:

"Liu Ben, Liu Qiang is not a real martial artist. He has fought black boxing in underground boxing arenas abroad many times. Liu Ben even stayed in UFC for a while. I should be right?"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was slightly stunned, and the disciples of the Southern School were even more flustered.

Fang Jin's expression changed drastically, and he quickly calmed down again:

"Miss Zheng, so what, the eligibility for the exchange conference does not require the past?"

"Besides, Liu Ben and Liu Qiang are both well-known and honored to their ancestors."

Zheng Wan nodded, as if she had expected the other party to say this:

"That's right, but in the previous finals, Liu Ben didn't use Baimeiquan at the last moment."

As she spoke, she opened the leather bag, took out a piece of video data, and held it up in the air:

"The X-shaped naked twist unique to Israeli Krav Maga, I don't think there should be such a move in Baimeiquan?"

As soon as the words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

In the martial arts competition, it is not martial arts, but fighting skills.

If this matter gets to the top, it will have a huge negative impact on the Nanpai Association.

Hearing this, Fang Jinyi clenched his fists tightly, his face extremely gloomy.

The opponent seemed to have disappeared during this time, but he really came prepared.

In fact, what Liu Ben is really good at is not Baimeiquan.

It is the most practical Israeli Krav Maga technique in the world.

The division of labor between the two parties is clear, one is responsible for taking the first place, and the other is responsible for maintaining the relationship with the higher-ups, collecting money for business operations, and splitting the appropriation [-]-[-].

After thinking for a moment, Fang Jin let go of his fist and put on a smiling face:

"Niece Zheng, look at this incident, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

"Young man, it's not normal to hit the head when you hit it."

Zheng Wan looked at him calmly, "Uncle Fang, you are also a master of martial arts, and the master should have taught you to write the word "wude" after you started."

"The competition is about to start, so there's no need to make any small moves before that?"

"you're right!"

Fang Jin clapped his hands and nodded, pointed at Liu Qiang and reprimanded: "Look at you, can't you wait until the conference starts to discuss well? That's good, not to mention hurting the face of both factions, but also embarrassing others."

"Hurry up, hurry up, take it back and send it back to Foshan!"

Fang Jin's face turned livid, he reprimanded him, turned around and left without even saying hello.

"Master Fang."