When the old man heard the boy's question, he knew that he thought he was a senior in the Tai Chi sect. He looked at the boy and replied coldly: "You bastard, you don't deserve to know my sect!" The old man spread his legs and raised his voice.
He started a set of punches with both hands.
The old man's figure was very fast, moving left and right in the small ring, his raised fists and feet making a "whooshing" sound, and in the blink of an eye he had completed a set of standard Wudang Fuhu Boxing.
The boy sitting opposite looked at the old man's suddenly still body, and shouted in shock: "Are you a senior of the Wudang Sect?" Before he could finish speaking, the old man suddenly launched a set of Wanjia boxing techniques.
The kid looked at the old man in astonishment as he performed this set of punches that he had never seen before. He then raised his head and sprayed out a mouthful of blood mist, and his head immediately dropped to his chest. He already knew in his heart that today he had encountered someone with a high level of skill.
An extremely rare martial arts senior who finally paid a heavy price for his arrogance and domineering!
The apprentices under the ring saw their master spitting blood and lowering his head. They were shocked and thought that the master had died. These boys jumped onto the ring one after another and shouted: "Master!"
After finishing a set of Wanjia boxing, the old man looked up at these tattooed bastards and shouted: "Get out, you bastards are not qualified to be in the ring!" During the roar, the old man suddenly raised his right palm and struck forward.
out.
In a fierce palm wind, several boys who had just jumped onto the ring flew on their backs to the grass behind. The onlookers shouted in shock: "What a strong internal force!" "What kind of seniors are these?
?”
Amid everyone's exclamations, the old man stepped to the edge of the ring. He bent down and patted the unconscious boy's chest a few times. He then lifted the boy with one hand and climbed up from the ground like he was throwing away garbage.
A few boys threw it away.
The old man looked at the group of dirt-covered bastards and shouted angrily: "Little bastards, your master is still alive. Take him back to live in old age. He can no longer do evil in the world with his martial arts skills. Get out! No more!"
Let me see you using your martial arts to hurt people, and I will let you stay here forever!"
The cold words of the old man were like steel knives thrust into the hearts of the boys who had just climbed up from the ground. They hugged the flying master with their faces ashen as dust, and then carried the boy whose leg was broken.
He turned around and ran towards the cars behind him.
They already understood that the old man had destroyed their master's martial arts skills. If they, his disciples and his disciples, spoke rudely again, I am afraid that their martial arts skills would also be destroyed by this supreme master.
The onlookers looked coldly at the boys who were escaping in embarrassment, and everyone rushed around the ring. One of the boys clasped his fists, looked at the old man on the stage and asked loudly: "Well done, it was so enjoyable!
The old-timers have incredible skills, which old-timer are you from?" Everyone around looked up at the old man.
The old man from the Wan family looked away from the backs of the young men. He did not answer the young man's question directly. Instead, he looked at the audience with his hands clasped and replied seriously: "Practice martial arts to protect the family and the country, and to strengthen the body."
, not to be brave and cruel, to oppress the kind, let alone to sell the souls of our martial arts practitioners for a mere amount of money!"
When the old man said this, he raised his arms and pointed at the few boys who were running away in panic and continued: "There is no end to martial arts. Don't think that just because you have practiced martial arts for many years, you think you are invincible. Otherwise, they will be us.
role model."
He then retracted his arm, clasped his fists and looked at the young man who had just asked the question: "Each Chinese martial arts school has its own unique skills. No matter which martial arts school you practice, as long as you work hard, you will achieve something. I have lived in the mountains and forests for a long time.
The sect is not well-known, and no one knows about it. Thank you for your help just now."
After saying that, the old man suddenly stood up from the ground without any gesture. He jumped directly over the rope that was half a person high beside the ring, and landed as lightly as a fallen leaf next to the two masters. He whispered: "Miao Zhen, read
Ci, let’s go. This kind of martial arts competition is a mess, so it’s okay if you don’t watch.” The old man followed Lingyu and Xiaomin, turned around and walked towards his two cars.
At this time, the people who were watching from other arenas had gathered around. Everyone fell silent when they heard the old man's heartfelt words. They looked at the old man's leaving figure and suddenly clapped hard.
When the old man heard the applause coming from behind him, he turned around and clasped his fists to salute everyone, then he and the two teachers walked faster towards the two off-road vehicles.
At this time, Wan Lin and Ye Feng had been secretly monitoring three strong foreigners in the distance. At this time, they suddenly saw two foreigners walking toward them with gleaming eyes.
At this moment, the companion beside them suddenly reached out and took the arms of the two of them. He then whispered a few words to the two of them, and the three of them suddenly turned around and walked quickly towards the forest on the side hillside.
When Wan Lin saw the three people leaving, he immediately realized that the other party was shocked by the old man's superb martial arts, but they saw that the old man was old and said what he just said, so these people knew that the old man would definitely not
He would sell his martial arts skills for just a few small coins, let alone let his disciples participate in this competition.
Wan Lin looked at the leaving figures of the three foreigners and pondered for a moment. He then whispered to Ye Feng and Qian Bin who were standing beside him: "Those foreigners who have been watching here have left. Do you need them here?"
Can we help?"
Ye Feng immediately replied: "No, our people are already closely monitoring their movements. You can leave here when Xiaohua comes back. By the way, where do you live? You won't go back today, right? Lao Qian and I will go there tonight
Visit the old man."
Wan Lin heard Ye Feng's question and replied in a low voice: "We are staying at Monkey's house in the town today. I can't tell the exact location. Let Monkey tell you." He then looked at Monkey and shouted: "Monkey.
.”
Monkey standing aside quickly ran over, and Wan Lin whispered: "Monkey, tell Director Qian where your home is." As he said that, he turned around and hugged Xiaohua who was running over from the side.
, Xiaohua then raised her right paw and pointed towards the forest to the side, and then made a few more gestures.
Wan Lin nodded, raised his hand and stroked Xiaohua's furry head, and then said to Ye Feng: "Xiaohua reported that Wang Hu has been taken into the forest, and there is a group of people in the forest. Should we go reconnaissance at night?"
one time?"
Qian Bin immediately replied: "No, I was already close to that forest last night. I know the specific location. You take the old man back first. After I go there with Director Ye in the evening, we will discuss the situation again."