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Song Fang pressed forward, made a feint in front of Chen Qi's chest, and then grabbed Chen Qi's waist. If dealing with ordinary people, Song Fang's powerful move can defeat a young man.

Chen Qi could clearly see Song Fang's movements and could punch him at any time to beat him to death. However, he did not do so. Instead, he pretended to be reluctant to dodge, dodged sideways, and at the same time pretended to lay off. Unsteady, he stumbled and threw himself at Song Fang next to him.

Seeing Chen Qi unable to stand and pressing forward, Song Fang's fist turned into claws and slammed into Chen Qi's armpit.

The corners of Chen Qi's mouth raised, and he put his arms under his armpits, directly clamping Song Fang's entire palm.

Song Fang only felt a crack in the joints of his palms, and a burst of pain. Before he had time to shout out the pain, Chen Qi's weightless body pressed up.

"Plop" pressed him firmly to the ground.

After suppressing Song Fang, Chen Qi pretended to be proud: "Shopkeeper Song, why don't you admit defeat?"

"I give up, young master, get up quickly." Song Fang said. An old man couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't expect that Chen Qi, who was obviously forced to fall by him, actually suppressed him.

"Shopkeeper Song, why don't you learn Kung Fu from me? I don't think this boxing gym on West Street is that good, so don't be fooled."

Zhang Zili on one side obviously couldn't stand it anymore. The promised martial arts competition turned into a wrestling-style street fight. This young master of the Chen family didn't look like he had learned Kung Fu. He was clearly a street gangster and he was caught by luck. I stayed in Songfang, but I stopped shouting.

"Young master of the Chen family, as you wish, let's compare." Zhang Zili said and walked over.

"Just in time, I also want to see if you are really capable." Chen Qi said with a sneer. In the eyes of outsiders, the eldest son of the Chen family is unreasonable.

Zhang Zili was not tall, but extremely strong. He rushed toward Chen Qi with one foot, and his whole body was like a running bull. His momentum seemed to be dispersed by anyone who blocked him.

Facing the opponent's momentum, Chen Qi felt threatened. Zhang Zili should have the strength of Sanwu Sanjia. No wonder even white people came to worship him as their teacher.

With the ordinary boxing skills of the Chen family, Chen Qi would not have been able to defeat the opponent. If he used Huntian's unique skills, he could have fought with the bravery of Sanwu Erjia.

The opportunity was rare, so Chen Qi would naturally seize it. Chen Qi, who had been standing still, instantly made a full bow, kicked off his front foot, and rushed towards Zhang Zili like an arrow from the string.

"This kid is crazy," Shopkeeper Song secretly thought. Unexpectedly, Chen Qi chose to confront Zhang Zili head-on.

Zhang Zili took the lead and punched Chen Qi on the left chest. The internal energy in Chen Qi's body was running, and waves of internal energy rushed to his arm, blocking Zhang Zili's punch.

The pure internal energy was continuously transformed into internal strength. Zhang Zili suddenly felt that after facing Chen Qi's block, his preemptive punch began to lack strength, as if he had been hit on an iron plate.

After Chen Qi felt that he had the upper hand, he couldn't help but be happy. This Xingyiquan was nothing more than that. With the first skill of Huntian, he could completely defeat the opponent with the courage of the second level of Sanwu, because his internal energy turned into internal energy was more pure. This is the advantage of martial arts

After getting satisfactory results, Chen Qi began to weaken the transmission of internal force, and the internal force in his arms began to decrease. Finally, Zhang Zili's punch came and Chen Qi was knocked to the ground.

Zhang Zili looked at the fallen Chen Qi, breathed a sigh of relief, and thought: It seems that it was his illusion just now. Chinese martial arts emphasizes accumulation and accumulation. How could this man under thirty years old be his opponent? It's just that he didn't blow him three meters away with his punch, but he still has some martial arts skills.

Chen Qi patted his butt and stood up, stared at Zhang Zili, snorted unconvinced, and left the yard.

"It doesn't matter, young people should polish themselves." Seeing Chen Qi leave angrily, shopkeeper Song felt secretly happy. He expressed his resentment at being knocked down just now and continued to take Zhang Zili to find Xia Chu.

In the courtyard, Xia Chu was sitting there drinking tea. There was a pistol on the stone table, his leather vest was open, and he exuded the arrogance of a gang boss.

In the entire courtyard, there were seven people armed with pistols to protect him.

Not to mention the Mafia, even the New York police would have to work hard to catch him.

Song Fang was stopped at the entrance of the corridor and was frightened by the force. Zhang Zili, a martial artist, was also a little scared at this time and even regretted letting Song Fang take him to Xia Chu for a sparring match. Even if he knew martial arts, he was just an ordinary person, but looking at Xia Chu's posture, he was a ruthless man with lives on his hands.

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"Let them in." Xia Chu glanced at the corridor.

Song Fang and Zhang Zili came to Xia Chu tremblingly. This is modern society. No matter how good your kung fu is, you are still afraid of pistols.

"Mr. Xia, this is Master Zhang from the Xingyi Quan Gym on West Street." Song Fang introduced.

Xia Chu glanced at Zhang Zili and directly scolded: "If you fart, hurry up!"

"Master Zhang knows that Mr. Xia is very good at kung fu and wants to show you how to make friends with martial arts." Song Fang said quickly.

Xia Chu's face was filled with uncertainty, and he shouted loudly: "I will use force to make friends, and I'll kill you." At the same time, he hit Song Fang with a teacup.

Song Fang was startled and felt ashamed.

"Song Fang, you are brave enough to find someone who can beat me to show off my face." Xia Chu sneered.

"I don't dare, I don't dare, Mr. Xia misunderstood." Song Fang quickly explained.

Zhang Zili on the side saw that something was wrong and said quickly: "Grandmaster Yang Qianli asked me to come. I think you should know him."

Xia Chu looked at Zhang Zili: "Don't get too close to me. I also know Roosevelt. Use force to make friends, right?" After saying that, Xia Chu directly picked up the pistol on the table and pointed it at Zhang Zili. At the same time, the seven thugs in the yard They all pulled out their guns and pointed them at the two people.

Zhang Zili and Xia Chu were sweating coldly, and their heads went blank with fear.

Seeing that the two of them didn't dare to talk anymore, Xia Chu waved his hand: "Go away"

The two left the yard frustrated.

At this time, Chen Qi slowly came out of the house.

Xia Chu stepped forward with a look of pity on his face: "Master, why did you ask me to scare them away? To be honest, I really want to have a fight with this Zhang Zili. More than ten years ago, grabbing land was all done with fists and Knife, now that I have a gun, I’m really tired of it.”

Chen Qi shook his head: "You said it was more than ten years ago. How could you be Zhang Zili's opponent at your age now? I'm just curious why Song Fang dared to take the risk of offending you and bring Zhang Zili to find him." You compete in martial arts. Even if Song Fang wants to kill you, he should try his best to please you on the surface. Why would he bring someone who is obviously stronger than you to compete with you?"

After hearing what Chen Qiyi said, Xia Chu also realized the problem and said: "Young master is more thoughtful." He couldn't help but think of fourteen years ago, when 14-year-old Chen Qi made plans and acted decisively, leading him to create a world in Chinatown. The old Xia Chu is still full of enthusiasm.

Chen Qi's eyes were cold and he said calmly: "When I deal with the black gang tomorrow, I will find an opportunity to deal with him to avoid a long night of nightmares."