In the west wing hall of the Mo family's old house, the floor of the room is covered with soft cushions, and there is a row of weapon racks and several human-shaped wooden stakes. It can be seen that this is a place for martial arts training. Looking around the room, you can see wooden hangings on one of the walls.

There is a plaque with more than a dozen sect rules written on it. In addition, there are many martial ethics slogans posted on the wall.

Cultivate one's moral character, practice martial arts and respect morality.

This eight-character mantra is the martial ethics that everyone who practices martial arts needs to follow. The purpose of practicing martial arts is not to kill, but to eliminate violence and bring peace and justice. To put it more noblely, it is for the revitalization of the nation and the rise of China.

As the saying goes: No matter how good your kung fu is, you can't beat the watermelon knife.

Even if you can step on the snow without leaving a trace, wear a gold bra, and have an iron crotch, you still can't dodge bullets or block sulfuric acid. Therefore, no one is willing to practice martial arts now, and there are fewer and fewer people practicing martial arts!

Let’s not talk about the distant Mo family, let’s talk about the Mo family, a martial arts master in Moxi Valley, but none of his children and grandchildren are martial arts practitioners. Several younger generations of the same clan have only learned some superficial knowledge. There is a term for them.

Tailor-made: three-legged cat!

Ten-shaped boxing refers to tiger, crane, dragon, snake, monkey, eagle, bear, lion, horse, and leopard. It belongs to the Hong boxing branch. Leng Zhenyue is the great disciple of Moxi Gu. He is good at dragon and crane shapes. Dragon is

Rou is about moving a thousand pounds with four ounces, while Crane is about skill and is about winning by surprise.

Many martial arts masters came to celebrate Moxi Gu's birthday. They were mainly divided into two major schools, Southern Fist and Northern Kung Fu. When a group of martial arts experts gathered together, martial arts became a topic for discussion and research.

Are the hands more powerful? Or the feet? The damage effect caused by the 'fairy picking peaches' and 'tickling the vaginal feet' is the same, but which one is more powerful? This requires careful discussion and research.

After a sumptuous breakfast, dozens of people from each sect gathered in the martial arts training hall, sat on the floor, and prepared to hold the annual martial arts conference. Because the venue was in Shennong Mountain, after the name was given, it was euphemistically called: Shennong Mountain Sword Discussion.

The poster, Mo Xigu, ‘posted’: What is the purpose of our martial arts practice?

Leng Zhenyue on the first floor said with emotion: Of course it is to keep fit!

Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang rolled their eyes as they shared the same goal. To strengthen their body? Bullshit! No matter how you look at it, the purpose of this cold old man's martial arts practice is to show off his ferocity and show off his power.

As the building gets taller and taller, the answers become less and less reliable. All the talk of harmonizing the family, governing the country and bringing peace to the world, national justice, and ordering things out of chaos...

Zhuge Dachang on the 37th floor: Save all people from fire and water!

Wu Ming on the 38th Floor: Save the Earth!

Wow! Whose child is this? He actually has such a lofty ideological consciousness, which makes people feel... so fucking hypocritical and shameless.

In fact, they still have some reservations about what they said. Zhuge Dachang's "ten thousand people" refers to thousands of beautiful people, and Wu Ming just wants to save all the beauties on the earth.

If others knew the deeper meaning of their words, how would they feel? Was it vomiting three liters of blood? Or four liters?

After discussing hypocritically for a while, the true nature of martial arts practitioners was revealed. Only by talking and not practicing fake moves, when the subordinates see the real results, and everyone can compete with each other, can we communicate better.

Due to their status, the elders are not allowed to do anything, so it is the younger generations who do it. Each family sends a representative. Of course, in order to encourage the younger generations to sign up, this competition is a good thing.

Seeing a group of young people enthusiastically signing up, Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang were unmoved. This was their first time participating in the "Swordsmanship on Mount Shennong". They didn't know what the so-called lottery was. If there were only three melons and two dates, it would be a great effort.

Not flattering.

If your efforts are out of proportion to your rewards, love someone!

Seeing that his two beloved disciples didn't respond, Leng Zhenyue couldn't sit still. He pulled away from a group of old men and came to them, asking anxiously: "Why don't you participate?"

"Why should we participate?"

"Then it's up to you..." Leng Zhenyue turned around with his hands behind his back and added lightly: "The lottery is made up by old men like us. Although it is not much, the first place should have a bonus of 500,000!"

Five hundred thousand? It’s more than the prize money for regular competitions, and it’s almost the same as the prize money for underground black boxing competitions. It should be enough to buy Yan Xiaozhu a diamond necklace she likes. Wu Ming nodded, okay! I’ll accept the bonus.

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It costs one yuan to carry a box of underwear at the dock. It takes half a million boxes to earn half a million oceans. There are ninety-six boxes of underwear in a box and two pairs in a box. How many pairs of underwear do you need to carry?

Zhuge Dachang stretched out ten fingers and calculated that the result was 'many, many, many'. This bonus must be won. Then he would not be afraid of running out of money to pay the bill if he invited Feng Wushuang to drink the 1983 red wine.

These days, it’s hard for a man to raise a princess! Just talking about it makes me cry...

The two of them quickly stood up and went to the 'Presiding Committee' to sign up. Leng Zhenyue secretly showed a proud smile. As expected, only real money can impress these two money-grubbing boys.

Even though it was just a private martial arts competition, there were quite a few rules that were broken. The competition could only be limited to one point, you could not intentionally hurt others, you could not attack with your elbows and knees, and you could not attack vital parts...

There are more than thirty young people who have signed up for the competition. Several of the 'young people' look like they are in their forties. They don't look like juniors. Five hundred thousand is not a small amount. Who wouldn't be tempted? There are so many.

Money can be used to kill people, but only if it is replaced with steel!

By the way, if anyone goes to a bank to deposit money with 500,000 yuan of steel, that bank can be immediately shut down and serve you alone. This is really a very honorable thing. Of course, after depositing the money, you can also enter.

The bank was blacklisted.

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The competition adopts a elimination system. After the competition, you will directly enter the top 16, top eight, and top four. Because the number of people exceeds the limit, some people will have a bye, so luck is also a very important part.

After finishing the battle rankings, a group of contestants began to draw lots. Wu Ming drew No. 32, and Zhuge Dachang drew No. 1. In the first round, they directly met the person they were least willing to face...

It’s the other person!

Damn it! Why is it so unlucky? Leng Zhenyue is about to cry but has no tears. One of his right-hand men, who have high hopes for him, is going to be missing. It makes him want to hang the junior brother in charge of ranking from the rafters and wear a striped pattern with a post-modernist aesthetic.

In the first match, No. 1 Zhuge Dachang plays against No. 32 Wu Ming. Brothers in trouble meet directly. One of them will be eliminated.

"I really want to have a real fight with you..." Zhuge Dachang sighed and said with a wry smile: "Not now."

The first place is 500,000 yuan, and the second place is 300,000 yuan. If the two of them can win the first or second place, everyone will be happy. Wu Ming touched his nose, what should I do now?

"Fight? Why don't you do it?"

"Don't waste time."

The two stood in the middle of the room, but they didn't take action. The onlookers made dissatisfied sounds...

Wu Ming said helplessly: "I don't want to punch him."

Zhuge Dachang shrugged and said: "Then I abstain!"

"Wait..." Wu Ming turned his head to a group of old men acting as referees and chuckled: "Can we have a group battle? Brother Zhu and I beat them thirty-six at the same time and eliminated them together. Finally, I

Fight him”

As soon as these words came out, the scene was in an uproar!

You have such an arrogant tone, do you think others are fooled? Almost all the young people looked scornful, but they had no say. As for how to make a decision, it still depends on a few old men.

Feng Qiwu smiled and said: "They may really have this strength."

Not wanting to destroy his own prestige, Leng Zhenyue spoke up to support his disciple, "Humph! It's not possible, but it's definitely possible!"

"This year is indeed interesting. The rules are set by people and changed by people..." Moxi Gu, who had been closing his eyes to rest, opened his eyes and said with a smile: "This year I will follow their wishes!"

"Since Mr. Mo said so..." An old man smiled, looked at a group of young people, and continued: "If you are not convinced, go and try it first! See if you eliminate them or you will be eliminated by others.

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Wu Ming walked to Zhuge Dachang and said with a smile: "Is it okay to fight eighteen by one person?"

Zhuge Dachang glanced at Feng Tianming, coughed twice, and said: "As long as not all eighteen are like him."

Wu Ming showed an evil smile, leaned his back against Zhuge Dachang, and said, "Is it okay to leave my back to you?"

"certainly!"

"I won't let anyone blow your anus!"

A smile flashed in Zhuge Dachang's eyes and he said: "If I have a sister, I really can't help but want to introduce her to you."

"Go away, you are like this, can your sister see anyone?"

"Damn! I don't know how to appreciate it!"

Those who went to school together are not as good as those who have shouldered guns together, and those who have shouldered guns together are not as good as those who have sex together...

If you want to find a brother who can trust you, you have to put enough trust and have the courage to give him the first time. If you don't even have this trust, then you may never find one in your life.

Brothers who can live and die together.

If you bravely give your back to a man, you may gain sincere brotherly love, and of course, you may also gain gay friendship.

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Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang stood back to back for a long time. A group of young people looked at me and I looked at you, but no one came forward. The main reason was that winning a group fight would be disgraceful. If they lost, it would be embarrassing.

Wu Ming used a 'crowd ridicule' skill, "No one is coming! It seems they are afraid of us."

Zhuge Dachang showed a twitchy expression on his face, clicked his tongue, and said sarcastically: "Are there too many of us? How about we go down alone?"

"Damn! I really thought I was afraid of you! Brothers, go ahead and teach them a lesson."

Finally someone couldn't help but jumped out. With the big brother in the lead, there were second and third people soon. The current rules allowed more than thirty people to come together. Unfortunately, the space was limited. Finally, they stood in front of Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang.

There are only eight people.

Eight people gathered in a circle and glared at Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang. No one dared to take action rashly, and dared to say that one person could beat eighteen martial arts masters. There were only two types of people, and one type was often caught in the head with a door.

, is not clear-headed, and the other type uses the door to pinch other people's heads, and has absolute strength.

Wu Ming hooked his fingers and said with a smile: "You won't get pregnant by staring at someone? It won't cause internal injuries!"

A black and strong man rushed towards Wu Ming with a roar, and struck Wu Ming's chest with a standard move called 'Black Tiger's Heart Chewing'...

Without any fancy moves, Wu Ming yawned and kicked him down! This move is the one he has used most recently, a stunt he learned with Yan Ruyu's pretty butt: kick your ass!

In the world of martial arts, speed is the only thing that cannot be broken. Whether it is Xiao Li and his mother's flying knife, or Ximen Daguanren's silver pewter spear head, there is only one word, fast!

The old man who was sitting on the floor suddenly stood up several times, showing a shocked look, what a quick kick!

Feng Tianming stared at Wu Ming and clenched his fists. Finally, he saw this man take action. As expected, it was as fast as lightning. Judging from his expression, he didn't use all his strength with this kick. What a terrifying man he was!

Leng Zhenyue's face turned red with excitement. He had been looked down upon and ridiculed for ten years. The disciples he brought every year were always beaten back in despair. This year, he finally turned around. He waved his hands and shouted excitedly: "

Well done, kick them all away!"

Wu Ming touched his nose, looked at a few uneasy young people, and said with a smile: "Why don't you take action yet? If we do, we won't leave you a chance."

In this excitement, except for one who had just climbed up, seven people attacked Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang with different moves, and they also cooperated with each other and covered each other.

The attacker was kicked away before he even got close to Wu Ming. Zhuge Dachang didn't take the attack seriously at all. He was all about head-on confrontation, like a bull. Whoever wanted to punch him would hit him.

Crash.

The gorgeous moves were all in vain in the face of absolute strength. Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang used their overwhelming strength to completely destroy them. A crowd of wailing people fell on the ground, and it only took a minute...

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