Summary of the previous chapter: Zi Biao seemed to have an advantage in offense, but in fact he still lacked some practical experience compared to Ma Cheng. As expected, Zi Biao lost...
The final moment of the close combat between Zi Biao and Ma Cheng was very fast, but Ma Xiaoquan saw it clearly.
Although Zi Biao was strong, he eventually lost to Ma Cheng.
Ma Xiaoquan smiled slightly, thinking that if Ma Cheng had a head-on confrontation with Zi Biao, he would still win. Of course...compared to simple high-strength martial arts, more actual combat experience is the only way to win. Since he can
Why go into a head-on confrontation when you have gained experience?
Ma Cheng jumped off the platform, bowed to the two elders of the Zi family, and then stood back behind his father Ma Ruiqing.
Ma Xiaoquan stood up and stepped forward, lightly hammered Ma Cheng on the chest, and said: "Third brother, you are so awesome. Oh my, I am so envious of you."
Just as Ma Cheng was about to speak, the third sister-in-law came up, raised her head, helped her husband straighten his collar, and said angrily: "Quan Zi, don't praise him. He is like a man who won't be praised, and he will fly to the sky with just one praise."
Ma Cheng chuckled, not shying away from the presence of everyone, and kissed his wife's pretty face hard with a "tsk" sound, making the third sister-in-law feel shy.
"Ma Cheng, you..." Third sister-in-law lowered her head with a flushed face.
Ma Chengyi took his wife into his arms and said, "Good wife, hehe."
...
Ma Xiaoquan smiled and turned to look at the platform. At this time, his second brother Ma Yuan and the Zilong from the Zi family were already standing on the stage.
I have to say that Zilong's appearance is really handsome, with regular facial features and a sharply angular face. Coupled with Zilong's tall figure, if we look at it by today's standards, he should be over 1.85 meters tall.
Ma Xiaoquan curled his lips. He hated his height of 1.78 meters. Even if he was given two centimeters more, he would still be 1.8 meters.
"Sister Qinghan, look, that Zilong from the Zi family is so tall and handsome."
"Well yes"
Hearing the sound, Ma Xiaoquan looked towards Li Qinghan and found that Li Qinghan's pretty face turned red. Back in the stands, that boy Zilong was also looking at his sister-in-law Li Qinghan with eager eyes.
"Uh-huh." Ma Xiaoquan felt sour in his heart. Damn it, are you just looking at the women of my Ma family? Boy?
Ma Xiaoquan walked forward unceremoniously and stood in front of Li Qinghan, just blocking their sight.
Zilong smiled awkwardly and focused his attention on the stage again.
Opposite Zilong, Ma Yuan patted his daughter who was holding his thigh. The little girl let go of her hands with a milky voice, clenched her little fists tightly and said, "Daddy, daddy, the most powerful, daddy, daddy, I will definitely win!"
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled, walked up to the platform, and hugged the little girl down.
I want it to be more formal than the competition between Ma Cheng and Zi Biao, and Ma Yuan and Zi Long.
The two of them first bowed their hands to each other, and then got into a posture.
"Huh? Xingyiquan?" Ma Ruiqing looked at Zilong's posture, and frowned slightly, "This junior from the Zi family is so powerful, he is actually the crane-shaped fist in Xingyiquan."
Ma Xiaoquan came up and said, "Dad, I think it's more than just the crane-shaped fist, right?"
Ma Ruiqing chuckled: "Oh? Boy, how did you see it?"
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head. In fact, he couldn't tell, but Zilong's posture always gave him a nondescript feeling.
"If I guess correctly, that Zilong's Xingyiquan should be merged." Ma Xiaoquan guessed.
Ma Ruiqing nodded: "We'll see."
With an order, Ma Yuan and Zilong immediately rushed towards each other.
Zilong's Xingyiquan is indeed a type of combined boxing, as Ma Xiaoquan guessed.
Theoretically speaking, Xingyi Quan has its own characteristics. The Tiger Fist is fierce, the Monkey Fist is nimble, the Snake Fist is weird, the Mantis Fist is both offensive and defensive, and the Crane Fist is great for opening and closing. Most people learn Xingyi Quan.
Choose the one that suits you. Very few people learn two or even more than two types of Xingyi Quan at the same time, because... although these boxing techniques are collectively called Xingyi Quan, in fact, each set of boxing techniques has different luck routes.
, if you don’t have good breath control skills, practicing mixed exercises is tantamount to self-inflicted harm.
Ma Ruiqing laughed loudly and said to Zi Shaoyan: "Quan'er is right. You, the younger generation of the Zi family, are so lucky. This Xingyi Fist looks like a white crane spreading its wings, but in fact it is mixed with the steady defense of the Mantis Fist.
, Well, not bad, very good!”
Zi Shaoyan chuckled, cupped his hands and said, "Brother Ruiqing is indeed very powerful, Zilong can be seen with just a few moves!"
Ma Xiaoquan curled his lips, and I wasn’t the first to say what he was thinking, huh...
On the platform, the competition continues.
Ma Yuan and Zi Long were going back and forth, attacking each other. Zi Long's moves were wide open, while Ma Yuan's moves were stuck in the universe. The two seemed to be on par, and for a while it was impossible to tell who had the advantage.
Advantages.
In the audience, the cute girl Liu Xiangxiang couldn't help but be stunned when she looked at Zilong's heroic appearance. Beside her, Li Qinghan was also secretly shocked. Zilong seemed to be no older than herself, but his martial arts was so powerful. If her husband was still alive, look at it.
At this point, I might want to go up and compete.
Thinking of her husband Ma Zhi, Li Qinghan felt desolate again.
Ma Xiaoquan came over, followed Li Qinghan's gaze, and found that his sister-in-law's eyes were focused on Zilong, and he felt sad again in his heart.
"No..." Ma Xiaoquan shook his head and whispered to himself, "Why do I feel sour in my heart? What is going on..."
At this moment, there was a sudden explosion on the platform. Ma Xiaoquan looked up and saw that the competition between his second brother Ma Yuan and Zilong seemed to have made some progress.
At the corner of the platform, Zilong rubbed his wrists and complained secretly in his heart. He seemed to be fighting equally with Ma Yuan, but in fact Zilong's strength was obviously insufficient.
Ma Yuan stood at the other corner of the platform, exhaling the turbid air in his chest calmly. Zilong's martial arts indeed exceeded his expectations, but compared with him, it was still more than one level behind.
Zi Shaoyan suddenly stood up and said to Zi Long: "Zi Long, give up, if you keep fighting, you will lose miserably!"
Zi Shaobo also stood up. Although he was very reluctant, the fact was exactly what the second brother said.
Zi Biao couldn't help but said: "Second uncle, fourth uncle, Brother Long hasn't lost yet, why should he admit defeat?"
Zi Shaoyan chuckled: "Biao'er, you think too simply. Ma Yuan, the second son of the Ma family, if there is anyone in our Zi family who can fight with him, only your brother Zi Ming can!"
Zi Biao's heart trembled when he heard his second uncle mention his eldest brother's name. The eldest brother rarely showed his power at home, but Zi Biao had seen it with his own eyes. If he could use one word to describe it, all Zi Biao could think of was