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No wonder Liu Banxia was surprised. The big man from Shandong was so proud that Zhu Bin, an outsider, didn't think anything of it. But in Shanghai, the title of "King of Divine Power" was resounding for a while!

Prince Ping, courtesy name Yong'an, was born in Yihe Street, Cangzhou, Hebei Province. He was born in a martial arts family and practiced martial arts since childhood. He studied Jingcha Quan, Baji Quan, and Longquan Sword from Yang Hongxiu, a native of Lu. In 1919 (the 8th year of the Republic of China), he defeated in Beijing

Kantel, a Russian strongman who set up a ring in Zhongshan Park, later served as a martial arts coach under Ma Zizhen of the Ministry of War. Together with Tong Zhongyi, he was known as the "Two Heroes of Cangzhou" and was once known as the "King of Strong Strength". He defeated the Japanese judo master Gong in Jinan

Ben came to Shanghai and made a career out of treating injuries and bones. He taught boxing at Jingwu Sports Association, Chinese Martial Arts Association, Wang Ziping Summer Martial Arts Workshop and Jingqiang Martial Arts Association.

In 1921 (the 10th year of the Republic of China), the American Sullivan team came to Shanghai to set up a ring. The main members were George (USA), weighing 295 pounds, Peter (Germany), weighing 305 pounds, Dinkel (UK), etc. They relied on their own camp.

Strong and invincible. They used the banner of "Martial Arena of All Nations" and posted a reward in the newspaper, saying that anyone who could hit them with a punch would be rewarded 500 yuan, and if they were knocked to the ground, they would be rewarded 1,000 yuan.

For this reason, the Shanghai martial arts community agreed to invite Wang Ziping to compete in the ring. Before the competition, the foreign manager proposed that in order to show the friendship and sincerity of both parties, the contestants would be asked to speak a few words to the audience on the spot. Wang Ziping stepped onto the podium and was about to speak, but before he could

A burly man jumped out from behind the material and punched Wang Ziping, but Wang dodged. The man turned around and punched again, but Wang Ziping dodged and flew up with a kick, knocking the man to the ground.

They even punched him in return. That night, the "All Nations Arena" sent a note stating that the contract was invalid and the competition was cancelled. They also said that the thug was not one of theirs. Prince Pin asked someone to send a message to Sullivan saying, "If you don't compete, I will

We must compete and we will never give up until we see a winner or loser! Those people saw that the situation was not good and ran away.

In 1922, the famous painter Qi Baishi wrote a banner with the words "Fighting Tigers in the Southern Mountains and Driving Jiaos in the Deep Pools" and presented it to Wang Ziping, praising his noble national integrity, proficient skills and profound martial arts.

In 1923 (the 12th year of the Republic of China), he founded the Chinese Wushu Club. At the "National Wushu Sports Conference" in Shanghai, he performed martial arts on stage with famous martial arts masters such as He Yuxian, Liu Baichuan, and Gao Zhendong. In 1928 (the 17th year of the Republic of China), he was appointed Shaolin Master of the Nanjing Central Martial Arts Museum.

Director, and later deputy director.

(The above information comes from the Internet. The author is very happy to believe it. Readers are free to believe it or not.)

No wonder Liu Banxia was surprised that such a heroic figure was hiding in an ordinary medical clinic in the concession to treat illnesses and save people. He never thought that he would one day be treated by this master figure.

Wang Ziping glared at the big man, turned around and still smiled gently, waved his hands and said: "Those who are not powerful are just useless warriors. I think Mr. Zhu is stronger than me, so he still uses it."

On the battlefield to resist Japan and save the country, this is worthy of admiration."

The big man was not convinced, and muttered: "I don't believe it! The newspaper said that you can throw six grenades seventy or eighty meters? This is impossible, let's give it a try?"

It’s not surprising that the big man didn’t believe it. The wooden-handled grenades equipped by the domestic army weigh about one kilogram each. Even a strong pitcher in the army is considered a super expert if he can throw it seventy meters on a running start. He can’t insist on accuracy. Zhu Bin

But six of them were bundled together and still accurately between the two armored vehicles, and the distance was more than 70 meters. This kind of power is unimaginable!

Zhu Bin still didn't quite understand Wang Ziping's reputation, but seeing the big man, he thought they were compatible. They were about the same height, so he chuckled and said, "How about we give it a try?"

Wang Ziping looked amused, but did not stop him. In fact, he was also curious about how Zhu Bin did it. You must know that he is extremely talented, and he has practiced martial arts for many years. He knows how to concentrate all his strength and explode in one blow, grabbing hundreds of people.

A person weighing 10 kilograms can throw a grenade ten to eight meters, but throwing a grenade weighing seven or eight kilograms seventy or eighty meters is a bit incompetent. Unless a master who specializes in concealed weapons can do it. Judging from Zhu Bin's actions, it is not like

It would be a bit appalling for a martial arts practitioner to do it purely with brute force!

The big man was overjoyed when he saw that the master refused to stop. He casually crossed the one-inch-thick wooden table in the middle, crossed his legs and squatted in a horse stance and raised his right arm: "Come on!"

Zhu Bin didn't make any gestures, and carelessly went up to hold his big hand. The two of them exhaled and shouted loudly at the same time. Their two arms swelled up at the same time like blowing up balloons. When they swelled up, they were two feet thick, almost catching up with the girl.

The waistline is so big! Fortunately, Zhu Bin's clothes can automatically adjust the tightness, but the sleeves of the big man's shirt simply "squeaked" and exploded!

"Bang!" The thick hardwood table sank in response, sinking two inches into the hard ground. The teacup-thick table legs creaked and groaned, as if they could be broken at any time. The violence between the two people,

As for Si!

"So strong!" The big man was first surprised! He had been extremely strong since he was a child, and after years of training by his master, he had almost no rivals in Shanghai.

It can be pressed hard! But the Zhu Bin in front of him doesn't even have the help of horse steps. The arms that seem to be raised at will are like iron pillars and cannot be shaken!

Zhu Bin was equally surprised! He is not a modern person. In the space age, anyone who wants to walk freely in the stars must have at least ten times the physical fitness of ordinary people. Astronauts before the 21st century are extremely weak in comparison.

! This is not only the natural evolution after entering space, but also the improvement of various biochemical methods and the stimulation bonus of drugs. The power exploded by his arms is enough to reach a ton!

But with such power, the big man almost broke his body. This guy has a purely natural body. Is that martial arts really so magical?!

The two of them exerted all their strength to exert force on each other as if they were pushing against an ox. Their arms with bulging veins looked hideous and frightening, red and purple in color. They each grabbed a corner of the table and could only hold on for less than three seconds under the squeezing and pulling force of a thousand pounds.

After taking a breath, it broke into pieces with a "click"!

The two people's arms lost support and each sank down. The big man's horse's steps suddenly became unstable. In a flash, he was overpowered by Zhu Bin's backhand. Under the huge force backlash, the big man's arm made a heart-wrenching twisting sound.

Wang Ziping, who was watching with cold eyes, stretched out his hand like lightning, separated their wrists, and removed the huge force in time to prevent his arm from being broken!

Zhu Bin felt horrified again! Wang Ziping's palm struck him so fast that he had no time to react. The moment it came into contact, he felt an electric shock, and a magical force penetrated the numbness of his wrist, and he couldn't help but let go.

With his fingers broken, he can't muster any strength to fight back!

Wang Ziping apologized to him and said, "Don't blame Mr. Zhu. Wang was worried about my apprentice's arm and acted rashly!"

Zhu Bin smiled and rubbed his wrists while shaking his head and said: "Master Wang, don't be polite. I didn't know how to strike lightly and couldn't hold back my strength, so I almost broke this brother's arm. But Master Wang, what kind of skill do you have with this move? Can you do it?"

From outside?"

Wang Ziping realized that he was sincere, so he put aside his worries and pushed the big man's arm, saying: "There is nothing mysterious about some pulse-cutting techniques. Mr. Zhu is born with supernatural powers, so learning this is not very useful!"

Zhu Bin shook his head: "That's not the case. When your strength is always exhausted, it is always better to have more skills. Master Wang is so skilled, but it is too unqualified to be a private doctor. I don't know if he is willing to go out.

Are we condescending to serve as a martial arts instructor in our volunteer army?"

The prince smiled and did not answer, but the big man bared his teeth and shouted: "You are so clueless. My master is the head of the Shaolin Sect, the deputy director of the Central Chinese Martial Arts Museum, and a volunteer soldier with several guns like yours."

As a coach, you have the nerve to speak!"

Central Chinese Martial Arts Hall! Zhu Bin really knows this. When Captain Wang Pingnan was performing Wudang boxing, he once sighed that he could not invite a real master from the Central Chinese Martial Arts Hall to be a coach. Wang Pingnan’s level was already better than that of ordinary people who Zhu Bin had competed with.

Quite a few, this person can be the deputy director and the head of a sect, and with the action just now, his status is probably very high! His suggestion is indeed a bit disrespectful and underestimated.

However, Wang Ziping did not have any airs and was not dissatisfied with Zhu Bin's recklessness. He said with a smile: "Those false names are useless, but if you want to invite a martial arts teacher, it is not appropriate for me to go. If you don't dislike it,

It’s okay to let this tough guy help.”

Seeing the master introducing himself in this way, the big man suddenly became a little frustrated and muttered: "Master always looks down on me. Although I haven't learned half of your skills, teaching them these raw melons and eggs, isn't it easy?"

Wang Ziping scolded: "Don't talk back! Why did you lose to Mr. Zhu just now? There are countless capable people in the world. You should pay attention in the volunteer army and learn more about battlefield fighting skills. Don't let firearms take your life easily. This

Mr. Zhu is an expert in this regard, so you should ask for advice!"

"Yes!" The big man didn't dare to disobey, and he agreed with great enthusiasm. He cupped his fist at Zhu Bin and said in a rough voice, "My name is Lu Zhida, and I will hang out with you from now on!"

Zhu Bin was overjoyed and hurriedly caught it, feeling secretly happy. This killed two birds with one stone. A master disciple of the Central Chinese Martial Arts Academy became a martial arts instructor. It was a great situation!
Chapter completed!