"This old man's movements are so fast. He is worthy of being a master of martial arts in the early days of the acquired world. He is much better than the half-dabblers like Shen Tao."
"Fortunately, I am talented and smart. The zhenqi seal arranged by my master has already broken through the third level. It is more than enough to deal with an early acquired martial artist."
Yang Chen looked at Xie Zhankui, who had strange steps and a figure as light as a swallow. He didn't look like an old man in his sixties at all. He raised his hand and struck with a palm. He raised his eyes and showed a surprised look.
"Hiss... Is this the true strength of a master in the martial arts world?"
It was also the first time that Shen Tao and others saw Xie Zhankui take action.
His palm technique looks quite light, and you can even see a few afterimages, but anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that this palm has at least four to five hundred kilograms of force. An ordinary person would be disabled on the spot if he touched it. .
"Come, let me try to see how strong the current martial arts masters in the secular world are. How are they compared to our dog Ling Ding?"
Yang Chen stood on the spot, the zhenqi in his body slowly circulated and spread all over his body, but he made no next move.
Whoosh!
At this moment, Xie Zhankui's right hand turned around and slapped Yang Chen's chest heavily with a hint of dark strength.
Yang Chen's body shrank back slightly, using softness to overcome strength, dissipating 40 to 50% of the palm power, and then thrust forward with all his strength to meet the incoming palm technique.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound came from the arena.
Kick!
Xie Zhankui looked shocked and staggered back two steps, his right hand trembling slightly.
And Yang Chen also took two steps back, looking like he was fine, with a playful smile on his face.
"Mr. Yang is so skilled. I didn't expect that he has learned such a difficult martial art as venting energy. No wonder he is so arrogant and can take the old man's Qingfenghuayu Palm!"
Xie Zhankui shook his right hand, exerting force on the muscles in his arm, and the numb feeling disappeared.
"Is this the Qingfenghuayu? It's okay."
When Yang Chen heard the name of this set of palm techniques, he suddenly thought of the vague and naive boy on the mountain who was accepted as a registered disciple by the old man and who followed him around all day long and called him big brother. He seemed to have practiced it. This is also the type of palm technique.
But the boy's Qingfenghuayu was much better than what Xie Zhankui used. The key was that the boy's talent was average. He only studied with his master for half a year and had already reached the mid-acquired state. Qingfenghuayu was also the same. Level masters are invincible.
pity……
I have nothing to do, and I can't think of returning to the secular world to get married and inherit a fortune worth hundreds of billions.
"good?"
At this moment, Xie Zhankui almost vomited blood when he heard Yang Chen's comments.
The Qingfeng Huayu Palm is not a very high-level martial arts, but at his current level, he is the best in the Chinese martial arts world in using this set of palms.
But from the mouth of the kid in front of me, it sounded barely passable.
As an old man, Xie Zhankui would have to use foul language now if it weren't for his own integrity and face.
Off stage.
Fatty Lei patted Shen Tao on the shoulder and lowered his voice: "Director, who... is more powerful?"
"Although I don't want to admit it, this kid Yang Chen did take two steps back twice, but he hasn't made a move yet."
Shen Tao took a deep breath, feeling a little scared inside.
If he hadn't liked to give in, Yang Chen would probably have beaten him into a disabled person that night in Qingshan Village.
To be able to tie with Xie Zhankui, at least no one in the Main Gate Martial Arts School except Director Liu Zhan should be a rival.
Thinking of how he was just showing off and preparing to show off his power.
Shen Tao had a cold shiver all over his body, and for the first time, he felt that Yang Chen had just turned around and left to forgive him.
"Lao Xie, don't talk nonsense to him, throw this kid out of the ring!"
Under the stage, Lin Yichen, who was sitting on a chair and smoking a cigar, did not notice Xie Zhankui's state of mind at the moment, but kept urging him.
"Lao Xie, let's take action. I'll give you another chance. Don't let your Mr. Lin wait in a hurry, although the result will be the same."
"I came out in a hurry. I'm in a hurry to go home and cook for my wife later."
Yang Chen looked at Xie Zhankui, who was stunned, and raised his fingers.
"Mr. Yang, you're welcome."
"Please Mr. Yang, please teach me this Tongbei Nine-ring Fist!"
Xie Zhankui slowly came back to his senses and his eyes became sharp.
He clenched his fists tightly, his body shook, and the joints on his arms snapped. He immediately jumped up, and a set of combination punches hit Yang Chen's middle dantian.
This set of punches made a bursting sound, and the punches were so fast that it was almost impossible to see the fists clearly.
Each punch is quite powerful and is specifically aimed at the middle and lower lane.
"Interesting, this boxing style is almost passable."
Yang Chen listened to Xie Zhankui's body ringing six times, and raised a smile of approval at the corner of his mouth.
The Tongbei Nine-ring Fist uses the power of penetrating the joints of the whole body near the spine to drive the muscles to superimpose and exert force quickly. The strength can be increased, coupled with the speed.
A master of martial arts in the early stage of acquired skills who practices Tongbei Nine-Ring Boxing to Six-Ring Boxing can be as good as a master of middle-acquired martial arts.
Yang Chen looked at Xie Zhankui, who had a ferocious expression and was vigorous with his fists. He quickly retreated and was forced to the edge of the ring in a few steps.
"Mr. Yang, I'm offended!"
At this moment, Xie Zhankui suddenly raised his leg and kicked Yang Chen directly in the chin.
"Good guy!"
"Kick the Heaven's Gate!"
Yang Chen looked at Xie Zhankui's kicking technique, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "It seems that the martial arts masters in the secular world have risen quite well in recent years."
now.
All eyes were on Xie Zhankui, and Shen Tao and others were ready to applaud.
They could see that Yang Chen was already at a disadvantage. As long as this kick landed on the ground, Yang Chen would definitely be lifted off the ring like a dog.
Lin Yichen also stood up, with excitement flashing in his eyes: "Yang Chen, you bitch, you have today!"
"Mr. Xie, it's me who should say I'm sorry."
At this critical moment, Yang Chen's lips raised an unusual smile.
He suddenly raised his hand.
His right hand turned into a claw in an instant, clasped Xie Zhankui's ankle with lightning speed, and then pulled hard.
"Is this... the Yin-Yang Hands?"
Xie Zhankui felt that his feet were controlled by a powerful force and his body staggered.
Before he could recover, Yang Chen's right hand changed from claw to palm, and slapped Xie Zhankui's sole heavily with his palm.
"Bang!"
With a muffled groan, Xie Zhankui's body flew out of the ring and hit the ground heavily.
silence!
Watching Xie Zhankui fall to the ground, a muffled sound came from his throat, and the whole place was so silent that only the sound of rapid breathing was left.
Yang Chen stood on the ring, took out his cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath. Then he turned to look at Lin Yichen who was at a loss, and said with a smile: "Master Lin, I may have disappointed you. You are the only one in this life." I can’t lift it anymore!”