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

Although it is indeed an extravagant hope for most martial arts practitioners to get the first place, but if they get a good ranking, it is enough for them to open a martial arts gym in the local area and satisfy their food and clothing.

In the past two days, Lin Qing did not continue to practice boxing, but lived in seclusion. Apart from going to the cafeteria to eat, he stayed at home and studied the core of Baji Piguaquan.

Even so, he rejected more than a dozen martial arts practitioners who wanted to learn from each other.

After all, there is a huge gap in strength between the two sides. If you can get two points, it can be said to benefit a lot.

In the early morning, Lin Qing slowly opened his eyes.

His spirit finally broke through the 4.3 mark in these two days of cultivation, and his life span has also increased by four years!

"finally come."

Lin Qing muttered to himself, while putting on a clean exercise uniform, Jue Guzi also knocked on the door.

"The game will start this morning, are you nervous?"

He looked at the calm Lin Qing and grinned.

"What is tension?"

Lin Qing felt relaxed, and even made a joke: "Let's go, have breakfast."

At this time, there were already many people standing in the restaurant, their expressions were stiff, and they were even watching the video of Chuanwu sparring while eating.

When seeing Lin Qing's appearance, the atmosphere became more dignified.

I don't know which unlucky guy will meet Lin Qing in the first knockout round.

After breakfast, the two didn't stay long, and went directly to the Beijing Martial Art Museum.

After swiping through the staff channel and entering from the background, Lin Qing finally saw the scene inside.

It has to be said that although the appearance is dilapidated, this is indeed the largest martial arts hall in China, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people.

The whole venue is huge enough to accommodate eight rings to compete at the same time, and there is even a huge screen to facilitate the audience who are located far away.

"This time, the two factions have worked hard and even invited several TV stations to broadcast live at the same time."

Jue Guzi was amazed, pointing to the cameramen who arrived early and were adjusting the cameras.

The contestants entered the arena one after another, and were assigned to special seats by the staff to wait.

Lin Qing searched and saw Benjamin and Xi Song standing alone in the corner among the group of players.

"Master Lin."

Xi Song nodded slightly and greeted Lin Qing.

Except for that morning, the monk seemed to have disappeared, and even the martial arts players of the Southern School didn't have much contact with him.

Lin Qing nodded and did not have too much conversation with the other party.

Benjamin came over from a distance, his eyes were gloomy:

"Lin, I hope you will be the first one to meet me."

Lin Qing smiled slightly, and moved his eyes to his lower body: "Is it better?"

Hearing this, Benjamin clenched his fists, then let go of his sneer and said, "We Caucasians are far better than you yellow-skinned monkeys in this respect, that's why your women will come over desperately. "

It doesn't make much sense to talk about it before the game, Lin Qing didn't bother to talk to him, and sat down on the player's bench.

As time went by, the guests and audience entered and took their seats one after another.

Lin Qing saw Zheng Kefu who was being pushed into the venue by Zheng Wan in a wheelchair.

His expression was sluggish, his eyes were cloudy, and he was completely different from his previous hale and hearty image.

Unexpectedly, Director Chen who met yesterday was sitting next to Zheng Kefu, talking in a low voice for some reason, and looking at him from time to time.

Gradually, the seats in the auditorium gradually filled up, and the time came to nine o'clock in the morning.

It has to be said that this competition is worthy of a national nature, and the audience alone is not of the same magnitude as last time.

The contestants drew lots, the leaders made speeches, and the hosts mobilized the atmosphere. After a series of procedures went down, the competition finally started.

Lin Qing's first draw was a master of Hongquan from the Southern School, and the two of them had their matches not too early or too late.

Seeing Lin Qing, master Hongquan had an expression as if he had eaten a fly, but he didn't expect that he would really have a round trip.

"Tsk tsk, the first match was so explosive."

Jue Guzi who was sitting beside him looked towards the ring and said with great interest.

On the arena, the disciples of the Baimei School and the Baji disciples of the Zheng family clasped their fists and saluted, and the competition began after a whistle.

The two sides punched to the flesh, you come and go, and the moves are aimed at the vital points.

Just at the beginning, it instantly caught the audience's visual nerves, followed by exclamation.

However, Lin Qing shook his head after just looking at it twice.

"I'm afraid the Zheng family's Baji will lose the first battle."

"How to say?"

Jue Guzi was a little puzzled.

The two of them fought back and forth, extremely anxious.

Lin Qing opened his mouth and explained: "Baimei Quan combines long and short, while Baji pays more attention to short strikes. The opponent seems to know Bajiquan very well, grasping its weakness of short hands and feet, and guerrilla roundabout."

Sure enough, before Lin Qing could finish speaking, the Baji disciple couldn't touch the opponent all the time, and became more and more impatient. The opponent caught the opening, cut his throat with a smooth palm, and was knocked down heavily to the ground.

The entire audience exclaimed, and some people didn't even dare to watch it anymore.

The opponent's blow was extremely deadly, and he didn't hold back the slightest bit of strength. After being hit, the Baji disciple lay down on the ground and passed out.

Seeing that he still wanted to make a shot, the referee quickly blew his whistle and came to the stage to prevent the second attack.

Seeing this, the disciple of Baimeiquan tore off the armband of Baji, raised it in the air, and tore it in two.

"Good job!"

"Today is to step down the Northern faction!"

"When will it be my turn? I'm so anxious."

In an instant, huge applause erupted from the south stand, and they frantically demonstrated to the low pressure north stand.

This battle can be said to directly drive the northern faction, which was already low in morale, to the bottom of the valley.

And the next game was even more horrible.

The Xingyi, Baji, Bagua, and even Taijiquan of the Northern School all lost the first round.

The only one who won was a small boxing class, and his opponent was also a martial arts enthusiast.

At the guest table, Zheng Wan pursed her lips tightly, her expression slightly cold.

If this kind of battle continues for three days, then the northern faction will be nailed to the pillar of shame of Chuanwu.

The gap between the two sides is even bigger than expected!

Zheng Kefu looked calm, and patted her palm lightly, as if he was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai.

Fang Jinyi saw this scene, and said with a sneer: "Senior Zheng can still laugh, but I still have to learn from you in terms of how to behave in the world."

"Xiao Fang, the real man doesn't show his emotions or anger, you're showing signs."

Then he seemed to be recalling, and said with emotion: "My lineage is old and dead. You haven't seen the real Zheng's Bajiquan yet, have you?"

Zheng Kefu's voice was weak, and he coughed violently for a while, then he grinned, and a gleam flashed in his eyes:

"You'll see it soon, the real Octopus Walker!"

Hearing this, Fang Jinyi's pupils changed slightly, as if thinking of something, he quickly looked at the next contestants.

In the center of the venue, the host held a microphone, and his voice was loud, echoing in every corner:

"The next one will be Hong Changhe, the representative of the Southern School of Hongquan vs. Lin Qing, a fan of Chuanwu!"

Strangely, when these words came out, the Nanpai contestants, who were still noisy at first, suddenly fell silent.

Those South faction contestants who seemed to have been given steroids and were eager to try sat down silently; the contestants who were provoking the North faction froze and subconsciously closed their mouths.

For a moment, all eyes were on the young man who stood up silently with a calm face.

The venue, which was full of gunpowder, instantly turned into a silent library.

Chapter 150 This is the real Bajiquan!

"What's the situation, why are these players not talking?"

In the past, whenever the host called out the names of the contestants from the Southern School, there would always be cheers from the South School's contestants.

However, this time they all sat down, faltering and hawing, without saying a word.

"Probably because this opponent is an amateur."

Hearing this, everyone suddenly became enlightened, and turned their attention to other arenas, losing interest.

After watching the first half of the game, they also saw that these martial arts enthusiasts were nothing more than swindlers, and the gap with these martial arts families was huge, and they couldn't even hold on to the three moves.

What's the point of such a crushing game.

"Look at the screen, this Master Hong looks very serious."

At this time, the camera just gave a close-up of Hong Changhe, and saw that his expression was stiff, and he was a little awkward to walk.

"Hong Changhe has participated in many exchange conferences, and his boxing style is mainly stable. After all, the knockout match is over after losing one game. It should be because he doesn't want to underestimate the enemy."

A middle-aged man who had visited many sessions understood all the dark horses and explained.

"As for this young man, he should be a new player this year. I haven't met him before."

"Although the strengths of the two sides are too disparate, everyone can still take a look. After all, Hong Quan's three-handed arm, divided and determined, can be regarded as a very entertaining type of boxing."

Hong Quan's reputation among the small schools of the Southern School is extremely high. The famous figures it symbolizes include Huang Feihong from a distance and Sammo Hung from a close look, and their appearance rate in movies is extremely high.

Hearing this, some spectators turned their heads and looked at the two people standing still in the ring.

Hong Changhe took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he became extremely serious: "Master Lin, there is no enmity between you and me, please be merciful."

After saying this, he lowered his body into a horse stance, clenched a fist with one hand and put it on his waist, hooked the four fingers of the other hand, raised his index finger, and slowly poked out.

This move is exactly the very famous starting move in Hong Quan, which has appeared in many martial arts movies.

Lin Qing looked at it with great interest, and could clearly feel the strength of the opponent's whole body pouring into the tips of his fingers.

Grandmaster Zheng once said to himself that Hong Quan originated from Southern Shaolin, and it belongs to the style of Duan boxing, which combines hardness and softness, and both internal and external training. Its number of ways is roughly similar to that of Shaolin boxing.

Seeing this, Lin Qing didn't underestimate the enemy, but casually made a common starting gesture of Bajiquan, Erlang Danshan.

Gudong~

Seeing this scene, Hong Changhe swallowed subconsciously.

When Lin Qing posed this pose, the seemingly calm and introverted young man seemed to hide a fierce beast in his chest.

In the stands, the noisy audience suddenly became quiet for some reason, and their eyes were fixed on the venue.

With a whistle, the game officially started.

"Crack!"

Hearing Hong Changhe's roar, he stepped on the lock step, looking for someone to catch someone first, and rushed straight to him.

As the saying goes, Hongmen is a cow, if you kill it, you will never turn back!

Hong Quan's fist is firm and fierce, it's ingenious but not effective, it's a hard bridge and a hard horse, it opens and closes wide.

Its boxing methods are complicated, and can be roughly divided into Gongzi Fuhu Boxing, Iron Line Boxing, and Tiger and Crane Boxing.

The whole audience exclaimed, and Hong Changhe clapped his claws towards Lin Qing's ears.

This move seems ordinary, but in fact it contains Hong Quan's unique technique, Twelve Bridges of Yin-Yang Hands.

Its techniques are tricky and unpredictable. It pays attention to passing bridges and bridges, and builds bridges without bridges.

Can instantly change moves to complete the second attack.

The opponent knew Lin Qing's strength very well, so he didn't spare any strength from the beginning, and planned to attack sideways to see if he could get a chance.

Hong Changhe's shot was so fierce and fast that his sleeves became blurred.