A group of foreign men wanted to become disciples of a weak Chinese woman, and Hu Zhiyong was also shocked by this surprise. The fire phoenix girl, who has a fairy-like beauty and an unworldly temperament, could not hold back her surprise and looked at her men.
"Oh, you become the master and I am the master. Take it and pass on your knife-throwing skills to them!" Of course Hu Zhiyong wanted to see Huo Feng's real hidden weapon skills, and even more wanted to see her stand up to a tall man.
Go and teach kung fu among the group.
"Flying knife?" Huo Feng hesitated, but the police captain shouted anxiously.
"Master, you just need to do the moves once. If you can't master them, it just means you are stupid and Chinese Kung Fu is great."
"Hahahaha, well said!" Hu Zhiyong encouraged Huo Feng: "Your disciple has kowtowed to become his master, how can we go away without showing our hands?"
"How about I send out a flying knife and you come and catch it?" Huofeng reluctantly took out the flying knife. Seeing that there were no targets around, he had to plead with Hu Zhiyong to cooperate.
"No." Hu Zhiyong couldn't help but shook his head: "If I catch you, you will lose face. If you can't, you will hurt me again."
"This -" Huo Feng looked at the police: "Where do you want me to hit?"
The police captain was a clever guy, and he had an idea in a blink of an eye. He ran into the house, took out the chalk, ran back and walked to the wall. He drew quickly, and in an instant a mark appeared on the wall.
Figure of human figure with acupuncture points.
"It's not easy. It's not difficult if you can draw. What's difficult is that you can express the acupuncture points so accurately." Hu Zhiyong couldn't help but sigh. He didn't know where this white man learned this unique skill.
"Eh!" Hu Zhiyong suddenly discovered that there was a stick sticking up from the crotch of the human figure, and the little boy's drawing looked like the root that caused trouble.
"Hahahaha!" Hu Zhiyong raised his head and laughed: "Sister Feng, knock this thing down first!"
Huo Feng blushed and raised his hand, and a flying knife that was half an inch long and resembled a willow leaf flew out.
"squeak!"
The sound was very weak, but it happened to hit the crotch of the figure. The flying knife shot into the wall about an inch, and was nailed to the wall with a golden light. Hu Zhiyong walked over to take a look, and said to the police captain with a smile: "
Your ### was cut off!”
"Continue, continue!" The captain, who was holding the camera to record the performance, became more energetic and begged the female master to continue the performance quickly.
There are many types of flying knives in Chinese hidden weapons. Very few people use flying knives like these. There are blades on both sides, and the blades are as thin as paper. In the middle of both sides, there are raised ridges on each side, and the heads are completely sharp.
Like a needle.
Weighing less than one tael, this concealed weapon is difficult to use. The blade is too small and light, making it very difficult to hit a target within five meters. Hu Zhiyong dodged and began to pay attention to the way the Huofeng sword was held and how hard it was thrown.
"The sky is filled with flowers!" Huo Feng shot out twelve flying knives at once, and Hu Zhiyong applauded in surprise.
"Master!" the police captain put down the camera: "This thing is too difficult, you might as well perform a set of boxing skills."
Hu Zhiyong chuckled: "Her boxing skills are more difficult, how about I give you a demonstration?"
"Thank you, Master!" the police captain grinned and picked up the camera again.
Hu Zhiyong used the first set of military boxing. Its main feature is a routine practice that is a combination of basic fighting skills and basic movements. Its movements are concise, have martial arts implications, and are applicable. It has certain training value and has a self-defense effect.
Because he knew that the camera had a slow-motion function, he acted very quickly and fully demonstrated the basic elements of fighting such as kicking, hitting, throwing, holding, and twisting. The policemen were happy and cheered loudly as they thought they had got a real treasure.
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"You dare to make a fool of yourself with such boxing and kicking skills. Do you think China really has no good fighters in a foreign country?" A dignified man's voice sounded from the door of the police station. Hu Zhiyong turned around and saw that the man was tall and tall, about two meters tall.
Compared with Hu Zhiyong, this man can be called a hero of China. Perhaps seeing that the other man was only 1.65 meters tall, the tall man walked up to the third young master of the Hu family and looked at him provocatively.
"Huh, don't you feel blushing when you come here to show off your skills and skills as a warrior?"
Hu Zhiyong took a step back, and his weak body was immediately filled with inner strength and exuded an invincible fighting spirit. The opponent stepped back in surprise, and he felt a chill from Hu Zhiyong's murderous aura.
"Master, we are just joking, please don't pay attention." Hu Zhiyong dissipated his anger and bowed deeply with a smile on his face to express a polite apology.
Luo Tianwei, from Fujian, China, studied martial arts freely, and later met a Hongmen master who took him as his disciple and learned Arhat Boxing. Luo Tianwei, who was nearly fifty years old, looked at Hu Zhiyong's weak figure and thought he was distracted and hallucinating.
"Which faction are you from?" Luo Tianwei did not dare to be arrogant and asked with dignity.
"Master, he is the main young master of the Hu family's swordsmanship outside the Pass!" Huo Feng revealed Hu Zhiyong's identity, not to show off. Luo Tianwei said indifferently: "The Hu family outside the Pass? It seems to be from the Qinggu clan!
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Hu Zhiyong stared at Luo Tianwei angrily: "You and I are both Chinese, why bother arguing again? I am a Manchu, aren't the Manchus a member of the Chinese nation?"
"Hmph!" Luo Tianwei said harshly: "How many Han people have been killed by Qinggou entering the customs? Hongmen and Qinggou are incompatible with each other!"
Hu Zhiyong laughed loudly: "One general can make thousands of bones dry up. Which king doesn't go on a killing spree to fight for the world? How many people have died in the civil war in the south in recent years? Does this have anything to do with the Manchus?"
Luo Tianwei had no words to answer, but he still challenged the other party with contemptuous eyes: "Isn't it your fault that you compete with me for apprenticeship?"
"Apprentice?" Hu Zhi smiled bravely: "If your apprentice is willing to worship me as his teacher, can he blame me?"
"Okay, okay, okay!" Luo Tianwei took off his coat, revealing a short-fighting suit: "Come on, I want to learn the true skills of the descendants of the Hu family today!"
If a man is constantly challenged and does not dare to fight, he will lose his dignity. Hu Zhiyong folded his hands and asked: "Fists and kicks, Qinggong, marksmanship, hidden weapons, which one are you going to compete with?"
Luo Tianwei's eyes lit up, and his eyes flashed with light: "Since we are comparing martial arts, let's try our fists and kicks!"
Luohan Quan follows the path of Gang Yang, and the whole set of boxing is very smooth and beautiful.
Hu Zhiyong's throat came out with a sound of "roar, ho, ho!", and the ear-piercing roar of the tiger made the ears of people in the yard hurt. This was not the roar of a lion, but the roar of a tiger in full force.
Hu Jia, Tiger Fist? Luo Tianwei no longer dared to push too hard, and kept his horse stance steady, waiting for Hu Zhiyong's attack.
Huofeng's expression suddenly changed. She didn't know when Hu Zhiyong learned the Hu family's boxing technique, but she knew it was the master's skill back then.
The tiger fist was powerful and ferocious, with a powerful force and a shaking foot. Unusually, the frail and petite body suddenly looked like a tiger descending from the mountain. It rushed to Luo Tianwei and showed off its tiger claws.
A single attack involves both strength and skill. It is open and honest, and the enemy attacks from the front, with the majesty of a tiger, and the force of the five commands makes people feel frightened.
### dispatch, ### catch now, the tiger looks back, the angry tiger runs through the forest, the black tiger steals the heart!
"Pa!" Luo Tianwei flew ten feet away, fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Golden Buddha!" Hu Zhiyong stood blankly, thinking about everything that had just happened. Hu Zhiyong was a special warfare master in his previous life and was not proficient in boxing and kicking. However, when he was extremely angry, the Golden Buddha output a strong airflow
After entering Hu Zhiyong's body, a set of tiger-shaped fists appeared in his mind.
"The Golden Buddha combines boxing manuals, hidden treasures, and inner energy. Who the hell would believe it!" Hu Zhiyong himself was shocked, not to mention everyone who saw his power. No one in the courtyard said a word, and the air seemed to solidify.
Same.
"I want to compete with you with hidden weapons!" Luo Tianwei finally got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeves, and roared out with a misery as if he was dead.
"Whoa!" Huofeng raised her hand, and saw 12 flying knives reappearing in the sky. She suddenly pushed out a palm with her arms, and the flying knives went straight to the wall like sharp swords. They were neatly arranged from top to bottom, one
The tip of the knife penetrates the fatal acupoints everywhere in the human body.
Hu Zhiyong hugged his fists and said: "Master, I don't want to fight with you. I will show you Qinggong and marksmanship and ask for your advice!"
Without waiting for the other party to speak, Hu Zhiyong used the Divine Flying Control. When everyone looked at the deserted field in shock, the police captain felt the gun from his waist being taken away.
"Snap, snap, snap, snap!"
Six gunshots rang out, and the flying knives nailed to the wall were driven into the wall by bullets.
"Wonderful!" A big-bellied American came over and looked at the wall and said: "Martial arts, marksmanship, light kung fu, hidden weapons, so fine and pure kung fu!"
"This is our chief!" The police captain hurriedly asked for his gun and introduced the man who appeared to Hu Zhiyong.
"Mr. Director, if you are offended by using a knife or a gun here, please forgive me!" Hu Zhiyong knew that shooting casually is illegal, and shooting in the courtyard of the police station is a naked threat.
"My subordinates asked for it, this is not your responsibility!" The director held Hu Zhiyong's hand generously: "You are their master. Who will be convinced if your disciples don't show their true abilities? Instructor Luo Tianwei, you are fired!"
Hu Zhiyong hurriedly stopped him, walked up to Luo Tianwei and said kindly: "We are businessmen and will not take your job! Mr. Director, please keep him, and I will make a deal with you!"
"Oh?" The director smiled. He didn't know what deal Hu Zhiyong wanted to make with him.
"No martial arts can be practiced overnight. If your subordinates can defeat Instructor Luo, I will send you a martial arts master. If not, please continue to hire him. How about I open a martial arts school in Virginia?"
Hu Zhiyong has already thought that this is a place where grain, vegetables and tobacco are grown, and he will inevitably do business here in the future. If a martial arts school can be established, it will add countless conveniences to future business.
"Martial arts school? Can you teach martial arts to my police officers for free?" The director was mature and cunning, and put the question on the table.
"This is not a problem!" Hu Zhiyong said cheerfully: "But you must apply for a permanent residence green certificate for the people I send!"
"Deal!" The director laughed with satisfaction, and invited Hu Zhiyong and Luo Tianwei: "Let's go, I'm treating you today to cleanse my instructors!"