The Golden Building is divided into five floors. As soon as they reached the second floor, a group of prominent figures in the southern martial arts world were already waiting here. In their view, Gong Baosen's visit was an evil one. Although it was out of righteousness, they accepted the "Five Five"
The fact that tigers descended to the south of the Yangtze River", but when others come to your territory, you must let them know that you are not someone to be bullied.
"Mr. Gong, you masters work by boat and carriage. We, Five Elements Boxing, represent the southern martial arts community and would like to offer a glass of thin wine to all our friends from the north. Please accept it!"
Six middle-aged men held wine glasses in their hands and walked to a distance in front of Gong Baosen and Wu Hu.
"please!"
Gong Ruomei asked curiously: "Brother, is Five Elements Quan the Five Elements Quan of our Xingyi Sect?"
Qin Hao shook his head: "The Five Elements Boxing of the Southern School was passed down from Southern Shaolin. It is said that it was created by Wu Mei Shitai. Later, it was passed down to Fang Shiyu's disciple Li Tie. It was carried forward by Li Tie and is now among the top ten famous boxings in Guangdong.
, and has many disciples.”
"Then what's the difference between their Five Elements Boxing and what we practice?"
"The Five Elements Boxing of Xingyi is: split, collapse, drill, cannon, and horizontal, while the Five Elements Boxing of the Southern School is: dragon, snake, tiger, leopard, and crane. In terms of moves, it is somewhat similar to the Twelve Forms of Xingyi.
It is a boxing method created by simulating the natural form of animals. However, the southern style boxing style emphasizes hard bridges and hard horses, wide openings and large closings, while the northern style boxing style is more inclined to fascial resonance and the sound of muscles and bones. In addition, the folk customs of Guangdong and Guangxi have been sturdy since ancient times.
The boxing style of the Southern School focuses more on actual combat, and for disciples who have started at the same time, the Southern School will achieve faster results."
As Qin Hao said here, Gong Baosen and his group of six people had already joined hands with the representative of Five Elements Quan.
Gong Baosen took advantage of the situation with his Baguazhang hands and effortlessly snatched the wine glass from the opponent's hand without spilling any wine, which made all the accompanying northern martial arts people applaud.
The other five tigers also showed their special skills to grab the wine glass, but the process was not as lighthearted as Gong Baosen's.
However, this move also made the southern martial arts people look heavy. These six masters of Five Elements Boxing were also the backbone of the southern martial arts in their prime, but they were defeated so easily. The name of the "Five Tigers" was really different.
Extraordinary.
What frightened them even more was Gong Baosen. The move he made to seize the wine glass just now seemed like an easy move. Ask yourself, there are only a handful of them who can do this.
"Haha, you guys are really good at it. Please come upstairs!" Eight Lanterns still smiled and held their hands.
Gong Baosen narrowed his eyes, raised his eyelids and looked upstairs, and said half-jokingly: "This Jinlou has five floors. If there are friends from the south coming to toast on each floor, I'm afraid we haven't even arrived yet."
He was already drunk on the table."
When the southern martial arts people saw that their little tricks were exposed in front of others, they suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Even the smile on Ba Deng's face, which had been smiling all the time, faded.
"Haha, since our friends from the north are too drunk, let's just go to the fifth floor."
"This is the best. We are all sons and daughters of Jianghu. We accept your wishes and can avoid all the red tape."
"Haha, please."
When a group of people came to the top floor, they saw a new atmosphere. The southern style buildings are not as carved as the northern style, but as a coastal city, the inclusiveness is not comparable to that of northern cities. The decoration of this golden building has absorbed the architecture of many other countries and nationalities.
The style includes European aristocratic style, mysterious Persian style, and many Portuguese architectural styles.
After all, Gong Ruomei was young, and everything she saw was novel. She dragged Qin Hao around to look around, completely ignoring the Southern martial arts people who were eyeing him.
In the crowd, Qin Hao saw a familiar figure. Mo Guangping, who was knocked out of the ring by him last time in Nanjing, was staring at him with cold eyes.
Gong Baosen entered the private room at the invitation of a group of southern martial arts seniors, while Qin Hao and his entourage were arranged to sit down in the hall.
"Well, senior brother, this dumpling is very good. Try it. It also contains a whole shrimp."
"And these chicken feet are so rotten. Is the black stuff on them tempeh?"
In front of delicious food, Gong Ruomei turned into a snack food. Not only did she enjoy eating herself, she also kept picking up food for Qin Hao, completely ignoring the eager eyes of others.
At this table, only Gong Ruomei and Qin Hao were using their chopsticks, while the rest of the southern boxers were basically drinking wine.
Mo Guangping suddenly stood up and gritted his teeth at Qin Hao and said, "I was taken care of you last time in Nanjing. This time when I come to Guangdong, I will also take good care of you."
"I'll be with you anytime." Qin Hao said lightly, without even looking at him.
Mo Guangping's eyes were so angry that he said, "Okay, very good!"
After saying that, he slapped the wine glass on the table and left the table angrily.
After the banquet, the pipa played slowly and the ladies in heavy makeup sang and danced. At this moment, it was as if the barrier between the northern and southern martial arts circles did not exist.
Gong Ruomei listened for a while, but because she couldn't understand the Cantonese lyrics, she felt bored, so she took Qin Hao and sneaked away.
Gong Baosen seemed to be aware of the movement here, and glanced at him, but didn't say anything. He just gave Lao Jiang a wink.
Lao Jiang understood and immediately followed.
After leaving Jinlou, Gong Ruomei took Qin Hao to eat roadside snacks. I don’t know how her flat belly could still eat so much food. It can only be attributed to her still growing.
The body consumes it quickly and absorbs it quickly.
Suddenly, Qin Hao raised his eyebrows, raised his head and glanced, and found that a group of men in short-sleeved uniforms had emerged from both ends of the street, blocking the entire street. The leader was Mo Guangping.
Lao Jiang unconsciously pulled out his sword and guarded it in front of Gong Ruomei. Gong Ruomei didn't care about the mung bean cake she was eating. She swallowed it in one gulp, got into a boxing stance, and stared at Mo Guangping warily.
As soon as Mo Guangping raised his hand, the men on both sides stopped and surrounded Qin Hao and the three of them. The owner of the food stall thought they were robbers and hurriedly hid behind the stall, trembling with fear.
"Qin Hao, last time you humiliated me in Nanjing, Mo's boxing, today I'm going to let you see how powerful Mo's boxing is!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Qin Hao sneered: "In a martial arts competition in the ring, life and death are determined by destiny. If your skills are not as good as others, you will have to be defeated."
"What? I'm afraid I can't beat you. I've called so many people here. Then your Mojia boxing is really powerful."
"Pfft." Gong Ruomei was quite nervous at first, but Qin Hao's words made her lose her guard.
Mo Guangping's eyes were about to burst into flames, and he gritted his teeth and shouted at Qin Hao: "You dare to talk so fast when you are about to die, I want to see how good you are at fighting!"
"How dare you!" Lao Jiang stood with his sword horizontally, as if he was going to fight for his life.
Just when the two sides were about to fight, Qin Hao stopped Lao Jiang: "Take your lady and leave first."
Later, Qin Hao said to Mo Guangping: "I am the one you have to deal with, let them go."
"I don't." Gong Ruomei stubbornly broke away from Lao Jiang's hand and stood firmly beside Qin Hao.
Qin Hao shook his head and said helplessly: "Well, you go upstairs, I can't let go while you are here."
"Then...Okay..." Gong Ruomei pursed her lips, glared at Mo Guangping fiercely, stepped on Lao Jiang's knees, jumped up, and climbed up to the second floor with her hands like a civet cat.
The eaves, with a little effort, went up to the second floor.
Lao Jiang also glared at the wall and used his strength to climb up to the second floor.
Mo Guangping and his party consisted of more than forty people, each of whom was the backbone of each sect. In order to regain face this time, the head of Mojiaquan specially borrowed five weapons from each of the four "Hong, Liu, Cai, and Zhu" families.
There are many masters, and Mojia Quan came out in full force, recruiting the twenty most capable fighters in the sect.
"Hit me!" Mo Guangping roared and was the first to rush forward.
At this time, there was a sudden burst of lightning and thunder in the sky, and in an instant, heavy rain poured down.
Qin Hao was not afraid in the face of the siege of forty people. He first punched Mo Guangping head-on. Mo Guangping only felt a huge force coming from him. His fist, which he thought he had trained like steel, suddenly
There was a crackling sound and a sharp pain, and then Mo Guangping flew out, hitting several boxers behind him.
At the same time, Qin Hao, as if he had eyes on his back, made a small sliding step to avoid the two kicks coming from behind.
In one move, "Lion Pounce", both palms were imprinted on the opponent's chest, one to the left and one to the right. The two of them were sent flying almost at the same time, hit the wall, and fell slowly like a scroll, instantly losing their fighting power.
"Hitting someone is like hanging a painting?"
The strong men who besieged Qin Hao were all tensed up when they saw this. This scene was really shocking. You know, the five families of "Hong, Liu, Cai, Zhu, and Mo" had a lot of exchanges on weekdays. These people had a lot of exchanges with each other.
Their respective strengths are very clear.
In their circle, Mo Guangping was known for his strong fists, but he was knocked out in an instant by someone head-on. The other two also failed to catch a single move and immediately lost their fighting ability.
"Where did this guy come from?"
"Isn't it ridiculous that such a person is unknown in the northern martial arts world?"
Everyone couldn't help but secretly curse Mo Guangping's inaccurate information. In fact, Mo Guangping also complained in his heart. The last time he fought against Qin Hao, the opponent used Baguazhang. Although he lost, Qin Hao didn't feel that
His strength was much stronger than his own, and he lost because he was too careless.
As a result, during this confrontation, he discovered that the other party did not boast last time and was really showing mercy.
"What are you still doing? If so many people can't beat him, why don't we let those Yankees sit on our necks and shit on us?" Mo Guangping roared in pain.
After hearing this, the remaining thirty-seven people could only grit their teeth and wipe the rain off their faces, and continued to rush towards Qin Hao.
The rain poured down like a waterfall, and Qin Hao's sight was also obstructed. However, he did not have time to shake off the rain falling from his hair. He could only rely on flexible steps to avoid the opponent's attacks as much as possible while causing the opponent's attrition.
Even with a full physical attribute of 60 points, Qin Hao could not escape unscathed when surrounded by so many people. He was hit several times on the chest and back. If he had been an ordinary person, he would have been lying on the ground with his bones at this time.
All were smashed.
But Qin Hao could only adopt the strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries at this time to quickly eliminate the opponent's vitality.
In just two minutes, six or seven boxers were lying around Qin Hao, and there were less than thirty boxers left who were still capable of fighting.
At this time, a bolt of lightning fell from the clouds in the sky, like a silver dragon dancing wildly, lighting up half of the sky, and Qin Hao's figure loomed in the eyes of the boxers.
"This guy is simply a monster!"
"Damn it, I punched the cow with all my strength, and the cow fell down. The impact on him actually made my hand numb."
"Don't they all say that Gong Baosen is the invincible in the north? Why do I feel that this guy is much more powerful than Gong Baosen!"
Between life and death, Qin Hao was also inspired with a fierce energy. He once again put on the Xingyi boxing stance and shouted: "Come on!"
The sound is like a loud bell, shaking people's eardrums.
While everyone was stunned, Qin Hao was already stepping on the water on the ground and rushed to the two boxers.
"Collapse Fist"
"Bang." "Plop."
Water splashed on the ground, and the two boxers fell to the ground instantly.
This scene was even more frightening and inexplicable. At this moment, Qin Hao was like a demon, chasing more than 20 boxers alone.
The remaining boxers are also masters with rich combat experience and strong fighting will. Even though their number was nearly half reduced, they still did not collapse. They used what they had learned throughout their lives to defeat this enemy.
However, the man in front of them seemed to be beyond their understanding.
Their fists and legs can't hurt the vital points at all. The opponent's flexible pace can always use their companions' bodies to avoid these vital attacks. And those attacks that hit the opponent's chest and back, the opponent seems to be fine.
But Qin Hao's fist was different. As long as it was punched firmly, that person would definitely lose his fighting power. This was also the case for the circle of boxers lying on the ground.
Qin Hao's moves are not complicated or dazzling, but the speed, power, and short-distance explosive power make these boxers complain endlessly.
"Can a human body really be trained to be like this?"
"Isn't this guy using some magic trick?"
As Qin Hao knocked down two boxers with another "Wind Sweeping Plum Blossom" move, the remaining dozen boxers completely lost their will to fight.
"Hold on, this is the grudge between you and Mojia Quan, we Hong Quan don't care about it."
"That's right, we Liu Jiaquan don't care anymore, you can solve it yourself."
Qin Hao sneered: "You have been besieging me for so long, and you won't fight if you don't want to?"
"What do you want?"
"Go back and tell your boss that Qin will definitely come to visit you one day!"
"you......."
"roll!"
The other four families all took their own people and left, leaving only a few remaining Mojia Quan disciples with grimaces on their faces, looking at the brothers who were wailing in pain on the ground, at a loss.
Mo Guangping hated the iron and cursed at the boxers of other sects who left, until a tall figure covered his face.
"If you want to kill or behead me, it's up to you. If I, Mo Guangping, frown, I'm a son of a bitch!"
Qin Hao sneered and stepped on Mo Guangping's chest with one foot: "If you want to die, I will help you!"
"Stop, Mo Guangping, stop it!"
The chubby figure of Eight Lanterns broke through the rain and fog, but when he saw a group of Mojiaquan disciples, he was obviously stunned.
