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

Even close spectators can hear the whoosh of fingers cutting through the air.

Looking at the ten fingers being slapped, Lin Qing's expression remained unchanged, his waist and abdomen twisted, his hands and feet followed each other, and he blew air from the tip of his nose.

Stomping his feet fiercely, sending out his shoulders is a close lean!

Its force was so great that it shook the ring, turned it upside down, and was almost thrown off.

As the saying goes, shoulders shake and the sky falls, and stomping shakes Kyushu.

Bang!

With a loud noise, Hong Changhe flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and hit the rope heavily.

Lin Qing didn't even go for the strong attack of Pohong Fist, but used force to force the door open.

This is the real Bajiquan, which emphasizes domineering and forceful ones!

Hong Changhe trembled several times and wanted to get up, but finally he was discouraged, fell heavily on the ground, and passed out.

The Taoist doctor who had been prepared for a long time rushed up immediately and started treatment.

"Assigned."

Lin Qing bowed and walked off the ring without changing his expression.

Silence!

Some viewers stared blankly at the clock and blinked, only to find that the hour hand hadn't even moved.

Whoa! ! !

Intense applause and applause sounded like monstrous waves.

The originally cloudy northern faction didn't care whether Lin Qing belonged to their camp or not, they stood up and punched one after another, cheering.

At the guest table, Fang Jin had an ugly expression on his face, took a deep breath, and calmed down.

Zheng Kefu beside him smiled and said, "I don't know if Master Fang has heard a word."

"It's the so-called gossip in the folk, Taiji in the mountains, form and meaning in the prison, and Baji in the execution ground."

"The real Bajiquan won't fight back and forth with you, it only pays attention to one inch."

"This inch is not just an inch of force, it is also the same for beating people. If you take an inch, your opponent will belch, so you can't be in the execution ground."

Fang Jinyi snorted coldly: "I don't know what the real Baji is, but Chairman Zheng's face is in the first place, and he is still applauding for a person who smashed Zheng's Baji signboard to pieces. I really have to pay it back." Learn from you."

Hearing this, Zheng Kefu grinned: "So what, Baji's soul is on this kid, where are you Babulian?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the core of Babulian has been lost in the 90s, right?"

As I said before, almost all the martial arts and all the moves are designed to kill the enemy on the battlefield.

But why has it become synonymous with bluffing and deceit in modern times?

The truth couldn't be more simple. Generation after generation of calculations, the real kung fu will become less and less, and in the end they will not teach at all, and become a show.

Too many martial arts gyms have become superficial martial arts. In order to prevent people from kicking the gymnasium, some very famous sects even hired several Sanda masters.

So this is why Zheng Kefu is happy.

Not to mention that the signboard was smashed, even if he was asked to block the gun for Lin Qing now, he would not hesitate at all.

These words hit Fang Jinyi's sore spot precisely because the inheritance was broken, otherwise he wouldn't be busy with socializing.

"Master Zheng, don't be too happy, or you will really lose your face by then."

Looking at the players who were about to play next, Fang Jin's eyes lit up, and then he sneered.

No matter how strong you are, Lin Qing, it's not like the Southern faction has no cards?

As the host's voice fell, the monk Xisong who had been sitting in the corner finally got up slowly and walked towards the ring.

Seeing this scene, Lin Qing's pupils froze slightly, and he cheered up.

The opponent is studying himself, so he must also understand the monk's boxing methods.