"Okay!" Seeing Zhou Xiaotian's poster being used, Ye Tian, who was standing aside, couldn't help but applaud loudly.
Zhou Xiaotian relied on the essence of the Eight Pole Fist, not to mention Wu Chen, even if he replaced Ye Tian with the reliance, he had to use his strength to remove this great force.
With Ye Tian's applause, Wu Chen's body flew three or four meters away, and after his feet landed, he took more than ten steps back and sat on the ground.
Although the Eight Pole Fist is not as vicious, it is not as fierce as the Iron Sand Palm, but it is fierce and unparalleled, and the whole body can exert force, Wu Chen, who was sitting on the ground, turned from red to white, and then from white to red.
"Brother Wu!"
"Senior brother......"
This sudden change made the martial arts disciples who were watching dumbfounded, why did Wu Chen wander around Zhou Xiaotian for a long time, but he was knocked down and vomited blood without even catching a move?
Most of these people are new to the martial arts gym, and some of them are sent by Qiu Wendong's security company for training.
They usually watch those martial arts movies in TV movies, and they are all swords and swords and shadows, and at least they have to fight for dozens of rounds to determine the winner, but everything that happened in front of them made everyone stunned.
In fact, the master Xiangbo is not playing an exhibition match, it is not as good-looking as they imagined at all, seizing the opportunity to defeat the enemy with one move, this is the real master style.
Especially the Baji Fist, its movements are simple and simple, strong and brittle, heavy force without heavy moves, head, shoulders, elbows, hands, tail, hips, knees, and feet can all kill the enemy and win.
"Master, he became a monk halfway to practice Baguazhang, he paid too much attention to the kung fu in his hands, and the next game is not very stable!"
Compared with Wu Chen's embarrassment, Zhou Xiaotian didn't take a breath, and after knocking down the other party, he put away the Eight Pole Rack and returned to Ye Tian.
"Well, Xiaotian, your outer kung fu has been practiced to the extreme, so you can move to my yard and concentrate on practicing your family's internal strength method, I can see that within a year, your kung fu will be able to enter the dark energy!"
Ye Tian had such a vision, he could see Zhou Xiaotian's attainments in the Eight Pole Fist at a glance, and if he could go further, it would not be an exaggeration to call him a grandmaster.
Ye Tian has followed his master to visit many martial arts masters, except for himself, Zhou Xiaotian's talent is the best, but Ye Tian has been soaked in medicine since he was a child, and he is still not as good as Zhou Xiaotian's hard work.
It's just that the Eight Pole Fist is too strong, and after practicing to the extreme, the internal losses of the body are also very serious.
Ye Tian asked Zhou Xiaotian to live in his courtyard, just to use the abundant heaven and earth energy there to treat the old wounds in his body.
Even if Zhou Xiaotian's family heirloom technique is incomplete, there is a high chance that he will be able to enter the dark energy, that is, the realm of refining essence and qi.
This is also the reason why many qi practitioners in ancient times lived in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests without asking about the world, because in those places, there was enough heaven and earth qi for them to practice their exercises.
"You guys are too ruthless, it's just a competition, why did you beat my senior brother like this?" Just when Ye Tian's master and apprentice were talking as if no one was talking, a young man who supported Wu Chen stood up.
"He is not seriously injured, and he will be fine after half a month of recuperation."
Ye Tian glanced at the man and said: "Besides, there will inevitably be casualties in the competition, what's so strange about this? If you are afraid of getting hurt, just give up martial arts and literature......"
In the martial arts of the rivers and lakes, the reason why there are so many grievances is because of this.
The young man was blocked back by Ye Tian's words, his face turned red, and he shouted loudly in a hurry: "You...... You bullied people too much, brothers, copy the guys and fight with them!"
Zhou Xiaotian's sound of drinking just now was like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, which almost scared the courage of these Baguazhang beginners, but now someone was driving it, and those young people immediately ran towards the weapon rack.
"Damn, group fighting!"
Ye Tian was stunned for a moment, his face became serious, and then he rolled up his sleeves, as the saying goes, knives and guns have no eyes, if someone accidentally pierces a hole or cuts a knife, it will not be fun.
Although Wu Chen, who was half-lying on the ground, had the intention to stop it, he didn't shout a word, and the smell of blood in his throat rose again, so he could only wave his hand in vain.
Just when the group of people touched their weapons and was about to rush towards Ye Tian and Zhou Xiaotian, two people walked in at the gate of the courtyard house, and when they saw the chaotic scene in front of them, they were stunned.
"Stop, are you going to rebel?!"
A strong man in his forties walking in front shouted, his voice full of breath, which made the hot-headed disciples wake up.
"Master, Master is here!"
"Master, they came to smash the field and injured the senior brother!"
When a group of disciples saw the visitor, their faces showed joy, and they ran towards the man with the weapons in their hands, telling what had happened just now.
"Xiao Wu, are you okay?"
Qiu Wendong saw Wu Chen lying on the ground, hurriedly walked over, stretched out his hand to take his lower pulse, and felt that his pulse was still relatively stable, so he calmed down and stood up.
Wu Chen smiled bitterly and sat up, saying: "Master...... Master, it's because I'm not good at learning!"
"It's okay, Master will find you back the field!" Qiu Wendong patted the disciple on the shoulder and asked someone to help him to sit down on a chair.
When Qiu Wendong looked at Ye Tian and the others, his eyes were already full of anger, he had been in BJ City for more than thirty years, and he had never been bullied to the point of being bullied.
And Wu Chen is his eldest disciple, after several years of training, Qiu Wendong is ready to pass the mantle to him, seeing Wu Chen being beaten like this, his right fist has been clenched "click".
You know, this personal disciple is sometimes closer than his son, because people always get old, but in the martial arts, some juniors like to step on the older generation to become famous, this is the time for disciples to fight on behalf of their teachers.
Therefore, Wu Chen's injury, in Qiu Wendong's heart, was much more serious than Ye Tian and the two smashing the field.
"Brother Feng, I'm really sorry for letting you watch the joke, please sit down, I'll take care of the matter here and accompany you!"
Although his heart was full of anger, Qiu Wendong still greeted the guests around him first, this is a famous boxer in the martial arts of Cangzhou, named Feng Hengyu.
Feng Hengyu's teacher and Qiu Wendong's father are friends of the previous generation, and the two have also had a lot of contact over the years.
"Master, the one in sportswear practices Bajiquan and has a deep kung fu, so you have to be careful!" Wu Chen, who was sitting on the chair, reminded Qiu Wendong.
Wu Chen is a master of art, and his kung fu is not much weaker than Qiu Wendong's, but he didn't even follow Zhou Xiaotian's move.
"Baji Fist?"
Qiu Wendong was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Feng Hengyu beside him with a somewhat strange expression, because he was a famous Baji boxer in Cangzhou, and he was also the direct descendant of the divine gun Li Shuwen, so he was a famous figure among the contemporary eighth-level masters.
So when he heard that he was using Bajiquan to smash the field, Qiu Wendong unconsciously looked at Feng Hengyu with an inquiring gaze, the relationship in the martial arts is complicated, maybe there will be some connection between the two.
Looking at Qiu Wendong's gaze, Feng Hengyu smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Qiu, there are tens of millions of disciples passed down by the ancestor, and I can't recognize them all."
The ancestor Feng Hengyu mentioned was the magic gun Li Shuwen.
Every year on the eve of the Qingming Festival, worshippers from different countries and different skin colors often fly to Cangzhou to pay respects to Li Shuwen's cemetery.
Therefore, although Feng Hengyu is a direct descendant of Li Shuwen, he may not know all the descendants of the Baji Quan technique at home and abroad.
After hearing Feng Hengyu's words, Qiu Wendong nodded and said: "Okay, Brother Feng will help me suppress the formation, I will meet this young man, for the sake of his Xi Bajiquan, I will only let him vomit a mouthful of blood!"
This is the sadness of not having good disciples under his command, otherwise with Qiu Wendong being nearly fifty years old, where would he need to do it himself? However, his age was the heyday of the inner boxer, and his qi and blood were not inferior to Zhou Xiaotian's.
"Strange, why is that middle-aged man so familiar?"
Just when Feng Hengyu was drinking Qiu Wendong's conversation, Ye Tian's brows furrowed, because he looked very familiar with Feng Hengyu wearing a white practice suit, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him for a while.
This is extremely rare for Ye Tian, who has an amazing memory, but Ye Tian can be sure that when he followed the old way to walk the rivers and lakes, he must have seen this person.
"Two, I, Qiu Wendong, also have a good reputation in the capital, I ask myself if I am doing well, I don't know if the two of you came to the door to bully me, were they instigated by others or did something wrong with me, Qiu?"
Qiu Wendong had a hot temper in his early years, but after entering prison twice, he had already honed his personality, so although he was angry at this time, he still followed the rules of the rivers and lakes.
"Proper behavior?"
Ye Tian sneered when he heard this, and said: "Okay, let me ask you, why would you attack ordinary people if you are a martial arts practitioner? I just can't see it, so I came to ask for advice!"
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