The old boy looked at the old man from the Wan family who slowly climbed onto the ring. He cursed in his heart: "Damn, you scared me to death! I thought I had met some master. Looking at him climbing up to the ring in coarse clothes, this
The old guy is just an old immortal who spends all day herding sheep in the mountains and shouting about the mountains, no wonder his voice is so loud."
Thinking of this, he turned around and looked angrily at the young man on the side. Only then did he realize that the young man had already jumped off the ring with his face flushed at the moment of his shock, and was getting into the crowd of onlookers below.
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The old boy looked at the young man's back and cursed: "You little bastard, I'll spare your life!" He then looked at the old man from the Wan family who had crossed the rope, raised his thick arms and roared: "Come up here, you old fool!"
What are you doing? I told you just now, I don’t have the money to buy you a coffin board, so get out of here!”
The old boy roared angrily. He raised his right leg and hit the guardrail on the side of the stage with a "click", and the wooden stake as thick as his thigh came out.
There was a snapping sound, and he immediately raised his right foot and hid on the thick floor.
Following the boy's right foot, the ring made of thick wooden boards heard a loud noise. A piece of wood about two inches thick broke, and the whole ring shook violently.
He raised his finger and pointed at Qian Bin and Wan Lin below and shouted: "You bastards, have you seen this? This is your fate! If you dare to hit my disciples, I will smash you to pieces today!"
The two young men below, who were about to jump onto the ring, quickly stopped when they saw the fierce look of this boy on the stage, and their faces also showed a look of fear. At this time, they could already see that this master was indeed better than the one he was being trained on.
The apprentice who broke the leg was very skilled, and even if he went up, he would not be his opponent.
At this time, Wan's old man's face darkened when he heard the boy's scolding. He took two steps forward, looked at the boy standing opposite and said coldly: "It seems you really think you are invincible.
You can do evil and hurt people wantonly just because you have a few strokes in your hand. You really don't take the martial arts people in the world seriously."
When the old man said this, there was a gleam in his eyes and he took a step forward: "Hey, there is no need for you, an unfaithful, unfaithful and unjust bastard, to prepare the coffin boards for grandpa. You should prepare a coffin board for yourself first."
Bar!"
When the boy opposite heard the old man's answer, he opened his eyes angrily and shouted: "Old immortal, I don't get the title of Tiger Racer for nothing. I really don't take the martial arts people in the world seriously."
As he spoke, he suddenly raised his right palm as big as a cattail leaf fan, and said with a murderous look on his face: "I will tell you right now, there are countless people who have fought against me, and none of them were carried away from me!"
He then looked at the old man and sneered: "Hey, there are already grass growing on the graves of seven or eight people. Old immortal, I think you are tired of living. I will help you today. Hurry up and ask your disciples and grandchildren to prepare a coffin for you.
Bar!"
As he spoke, the boy raised his foot and took a step forward. He raised his right palm and struck forward with a "Woo" sound. A fierce palm wind whizzed towards the old man's chest, and the sound was extremely powerful!
At the moment when the boy raised his palm to strike, the old man opposite suddenly squatted down, held his chest and straightened his back, stretched his hands forward, and rotated up and down, left and right as if holding a Tai Chi ball. The opponent's strike
The sharp palm wind seemed to hit a piece of mud, and suddenly disappeared without a trace. The old man took half a step forward.
As the old man danced his hands, all his clothes bulged outwards. He seemed to be floating on the ring, moving quickly around the gangster from left to right.
The boy on the stage was shocked when he saw the old man's actions! He immediately thought that the person coming was a reclusive master of his Tai Chi sect. He quickly retracted his right palm that he had struck, and squatted down as well. He raised his hands in a protective posture and blurted out:
: "You are Tai Chi..." Before the boy finished speaking, the old man's figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
A look of horror flashed across the boy's eyes, and he struck the old man's chest with his right hand. At this moment, the old man suddenly rushed over and reached out with his left hand like lightning to grab the boy's wrist.
Pulling forward, your right hand grabs the opponent's left hand that is protecting your chest and twists it outwards.
"Crack", there was a sound of broken bones, and the old man retracted his left palm and lightly pressed it on the boy's chest. He raised his right hand and slapped the boy's left and right cheeks hard!
The old man was indeed angry! As the head of the Wan family, he had never encountered a martial artist who dared to rely on martial arts and curse at him, and the other person's words and behavior were extremely bad.
If he hadn't used the inner strength in his roar to stop this kid, the young man might have been killed by this kid, so the old man broke the kid's arm and destroyed the martial arts that the kid had practiced for decades with one strike.
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The crowd of spectators below the stage all looked at the stage in astonishment with their mouths open. They had just seen the old man with white hair and beard walking slowly onto the ring, but they did not expect that the old man's movements would suddenly become so fast.
Everyone only saw the old man floating on the ring and swaying for a few times. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the kid. Before everyone could see the old man's movements clearly, the old man had already broken the kid's left wrist and made two crisp sounds.
The sound also sounded at the same time. Everyone then looked at the boy who was shot out by the old man.
"Poof", a piece of blood spurted out from the mouth of the boy who was thrown out by the old man. The boy hit the wooden stake on the opposite side of the ring, and then slumped down on the ring. The boy's mouth was full of blood and his whole body was shaking.
He raised his right arm and pointed at the old man with his dry mouth, but said nothing for a long time.
At this time, the blood mist sprayed by this kid in the air had already fallen, and there was a "crack, crackle, crackle" sound on the stage. The blood mist sprayed by this kid actually contained more than twenty big teeth.
The old man was already angered by the boy's bad words, and the right hand that slapped the boy on the face was already filled with internal force, and his two big mouths knocked out all of the boy's big teeth.
The old man stood up straight and looked coldly at the boy sitting by the ring. He said angrily: "You bastard, do you really think your Tai Chi Kung Fu is invincible? People like you are not worthy of having martial arts, let alone being a role model.
The disciples you taught are just a bunch of gangsters who do harm to society!"
Before the old man finished speaking, the boy sitting on the stage suddenly raised his head and spit out a mouthful of blood. He opened his mouth and shouted vaguely: "Who are you from the Tai Chi Sect?"