Mong Kok, Guangdong and Hong Kong.

It was approaching midnight, and an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city was brightly lit.

Director Wang was chatting and joking with the little girls who were putting on makeup next to him, while the assistant director was inspecting the set and talking about the play with Wu Xing.

Zhou Ji hid on a beam on the roof, looking down at the busy people. Perhaps the feasting and feasting of the entertainment industry had corroded the martial arts heart, but the other party did not notice the slightest abnormality.

He didn't react until a lean man with a hood and dark, rough skin stood in the center of the camera, staring directly at him with a vicious, murderous gaze.

"Hey! Who is that person!" The director who was driving with the actresses also noticed Feng Yuxiu's figure, "Where is the assistant director! What are you doing for food! Who let him in!"

The assistant director and the set manager quickly came over and shouted: "What do you do? We are filming! Leave quickly!"

Upon seeing this, a performer with makeup on also came over to express himself. He stretched out his hand and wanted to push the other person, "I'm talking about you! Get out!"

Unexpectedly, Feng Yuxiu pulled out the long sword from the extra performer's back and stabbed it into the shoulder of the stage manager.

"I...&*&Y*&#￥%&" Everyone else was frightened by this scene. The steward wanted to curse but couldn't say anything that hurt, so he could only stand motionless.

Feng Yuxiu looked around, but no one dared to look at him. Finally, his eyes fell on Director Wang and said indifferently: "It's none of your business, go away."

"Let's go, let's go, let's go~" After all, Director Wang had experienced strong winds and waves, and naturally he didn't want to get into trouble for a martial artist. He immediately signaled everyone to disperse. In less than a moment, only Feng Yuxiu was left in the entire factory.

, Wu Xing, and Zhou Ji who were hiding on the beam.

"The Kung Fu masters I know will hide their secrets as soon as their cultivation level is high." The figure of a young man flying gracefully flashed in his mind. If I kill you, I can go one step further. Feng Yuxiu suppressed his thoughts and looked at them.

The other party said, "You, the king of weapons, want to transform into martial arts. Who would have thought that an actor's kung fu is not just a performance."

Feng Yuxiu held his sword and clasped his fists, his murderous intent revealed, "Feng Yuxiu, I'm asking for advice!"

In recent days, several serial murder cases in Guangdong and Hong Kong are known to the world. Wu Xing looked solemn, took off his sword from the motorcycle next to him, and approached his opponent step by step, not daring to show any contempt.

The person in front of me is not the actor Wu Zhi who usually plays with him, but a martial arts idiot and madman who has contaminated several lives.

With one foot stepped out, Wu Xing jumped up, unsheathed his long sword in his hand, and struck Feng Yuxiu on top of his head.

Feng Yuxiu did not retreat but advanced, his body suddenly rushed forward, and he took Wu Xing's sword forcefully. With his strong strength, he swung away the attack. Before his opponent could stand still, he had already charged up again. Wu Xing couldn't change his moves and had to use

Hengjian blocked the way, but Feng Yuxiu kicked the sword in half, and he was knocked into a pile of debris in the corner.

The slight sting at the corner of his mouth made Wu Xing wake up instantly. He stood up and jumped up, casually pulled out a steel pipe from the scaffolding beside him, shook out a gun flower, and hit Feng Yuxiu on the shoulder.

Every inch is longer and every inch is stronger.

After practicing martial arts for many years, although martial artists have become less vigilant about certain aspects, they have not lost their skills. They have even mastered various props, and their weapons are like rain, airtight.

Feng Yuxiu dodged repeatedly, but couldn't find a chance to get close. Although he had scared away the staff on the set, these people would call the police when they turned around. If they couldn't defeat the opponent in a short time, they would probably be killed.

The police surrounded the place.

The murderous intent in his eyes grew stronger, and Feng Yuxiu felt himself becoming calmer.

In just a few dozen rounds, the steel pipe in Wu Xing's hand became more and more advantageous, and he found a flaw in Feng Yuxiu. Wu Xing flew away the opponent's weapon. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that the opponent was like a spiritual snake coiling around the pole.

He grabbed the long sword and quickly approached him along the steel pipe.

In just a few breaths, he was already in front of him.

The secret way of martial arts is not good, and the spear is the most taboo for close combat. The next sentence is that one inch is longer and one inch is stronger.

An inch short and an inch dangerous.

A dark light seemed to flash in his eyes, and the hair on Wu Xing's back stood up. The extreme sense of danger made him subconsciously let go of his weapon and put his hand in front of him to block it.

When~~

There was a crisp sound as the steel pipe hit the ground, and in the reverberation, the bird's beak, as sharp as a blade, penetrated Wu Xing's palms and pressed against his throat.

The Adam's apple rolled, and the damage to the surface of the throat was far less than the severe pain of the two palms penetrating, but Wu Xing didn't care at all how badly the palms were injured. At this moment, all his attention was focused on sticking to the surface of the throat, and he didn't wait for any more

Nearly half of the 'Tangqian Yan' body.

"Since we have won, why kill?"

An unfamiliar voice came from in front of him, and Wu Xing was surprised to find that a handsome young man in casual clothes had appeared between the two of them. He was holding Tang Qianyan's middle with his fingers, blocking Feng Yuxiu's killing move.

"It's you?!"

Feng Yuxiu's expression changed, and the strength in his hands increased, but like a mud cow drowning in the sea, the swallow in front of the hall still stopped motionless at Wu Xing's throat.

Zhou Ji nodded and smiled, "It's me."

Feng Yuxiu was very decisive. He immediately let go of Tang Qianyan, moved one hand towards Zhou Ji's eyes, and used the other hand to turn into a fist and hit Zhou Ji's ribs.

Zhou Ji leaned back and retreated, avoiding Feng Yuxiu's fingertips, picked up Wu Xing and threw him towards the door.

"First with punches, then with legs, and then capture, the five masters of weapons are in one. Every time I kill one person, I become stronger. I planned to defeat all five masters, and then go to the mainland to look for you, but I didn't expect you to come to my door in advance!"

"

Feng Yuxiu's eyes were red, and he no longer paid attention to the martial arts of escaping. He picked up a broken blade with his toes and slashed at Zhou Ji.

Zhou Ji was also alert. He integrated body skills into footwork, finger skills into grappling, and used pulse-taking and acupuncture points at his fingertips. Even if Feng Yuxiu tried his best, he could not injure Zhou Ji at all.

In the past half a year, Zhou Ji has competed with various masters in martial arts. Not only has he mastered the martial arts he has learned, but he has also polished his body and tempered his muscles. Now, even if he meets the three brothers of the Ji family, he is still capable of fighting.

Although Feng Yuxiu is strong, he is only as strong as an ordinary person. At present, he has reached the limit of external martial arts. In a few years, after his peak period, his strength will decline rapidly, unless he can break through the shackles and gain a glimpse of the inheritance of internal martial arts.

, only by using internal energy to warm and nourish the physical body can we maintain our strength and prevent it from declining so quickly.

You must know that even the horizontal Kung Fu such as the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt requires the blessing of inner energy.

However, in the past two hundred years since modern times, many talented people and martial arts wizards have not been able to figure it out, and the true method of cultivating internal strength has long been lost.

"Pity."

Zhou Ji and Feng Yuxiu fought for dozens of rounds. At that time, he relied on his internal strength to win and was able to suppress his opponent with just his fists and kicks. This made Zhou Ji feel regretful.

"I know you are not convinced." Zhou Ji kicked his opponent away and looked at Feng Yuxiu, who was licking blood from the corner of his mouth with a violent expression, and said in a deep voice, "After fighting you, I traveled around various sects and martial arts schools.

Pass on the secret of internal strength cultivation."

"Before I left, I heard that you lived in Foshan, and I specifically looked for you, but I didn't expect that we would be in such a bad situation after seeing you again." Zhou Ji said in a deep voice, "I know that you are an idiot in martial arts and determined to be the best in the world."

"I also know that you go around killing people because your wife passed away and you have nothing to worry about."

"Since you said that 'kung fu is a killing skill' and that a duel with someone requires 'both superiority and life and death', then I will help you." Zhou Ji said with a complex expression, "Xiahou Wu and I have only known each other for a few days, but

He is different from you and me. He has a junior sister who he likes and agrees with and has the responsibility to inherit the sect. In the final battle, let me be your opponent."
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