My martial arts master is too crazy, 3000 million black fans

Chapter 142 The power of one punch, everyone is dumbfounded!

Who is it?

Who is speaking?

Everyone's eyes moved behind them, and a gentle man wearing glasses appeared.

Mr. Xia's brother, Xia Ming, the director of Wang Zhongwang Club, came.

"Hey, Sister Weiwei, does this person look a bit like you?" Bai Xiaoni was muttering.

Xia Weiwei smiled and whispered, "It's my brother."

Oh, Bai Xiaoni didn't say anything, she was watching a show.

She knew that Sister Weiwei's brother had opinions about Master.

"Brother, do you have any advice?" Jiang Yang smiled.

Xia Ming walked out of the crowd, first walked to the table and picked up a pebble, and then picked up the broken dagger. He said with a mocking tone: "A general consultant of martial arts, I don't know if you thought this was some kind of showmanship." , juggling."

It's a bit like street juggling.

Xia Ming continued to pick up the twisted steel bar, looked at it and put it down, "These are dead objects. Real martial arts is not used to perform these bells and whistles."

Jiang Yang accepted it humbly and clasped his hands: "You haven't asked for advice?"

Xia Ming's eyes moved to Jiang Yang's face and he said proudly: "Xia Ming of the Xia family."

Jiang Yang didn't react at all.

People around him showed no reaction. There was only one reporter among the reporters. Reporter Li had a surprised expression on his face.

I know a group of local leopards, but I have never heard of the Xia family's status in the world. Xia Ming then introduced his other identity, "Xia Ming, a disciple of Wudang."

Oh, Jiang Yang responded, "Is Xiongtai from the Wudang Clan?"

A Wudang disciple appears, which is a bit interesting.

Whispering all around.

Xia Ming looked proud, proud of his identity.

"Disrespect and disrespect from the famous Wudang sect!" Jiang Yang clasped his fists again, his gaze fell on the table, "It makes sense, carry them all down." As he spoke, he scolded, "I just said don't perform these, all of them Is it because you said that netizens like to watch it and let the experts laugh at it? You just say you can't do what I said about catching bullets with bare hands."

"Boss, you can't catch bullets with your bare hands. We didn't grab it!" Gao Meng said aggrievedly.

"Don't you know how to find a way?"

hehe~~
It's true.

Xia Ming smiled.

If you can really blow and catch bullets with your bare hands, how can you make a movie?
Who did my sister invite? How could he have the magnanimity and demeanor of the number one master in Hunan Province?
He is just an Internet celebrity. Although he has a little ability, he is still an Internet celebrity.

The table was lifted.

Jiang Yang adjusted the collar and cuffs of his clothes, and clasped his hands in his fists: "Brother is a master of Wudang. Jiang Yang, Jinyang County, Hunan Province, could you please teach me your Wudang secrets?"

This was exactly what he wanted. Xia Ming came here just to test Jiang Yang's skills. He said arrogantly, "I'll give you some advice."

"puff……"

Bai Xiaoni on the side suppressed her laughter and whispered in Xia Weiwei's ear: "Your brother is very interesting. Has he always been so proud?"

Xia Weiwei smiled and nodded slightly.

Xia Ming made the starting gesture of Baguazhang.

Looking back at Jiangyang, it was a casual stop.

Xia Ming frowned, thinking that the other party was looking down on him, "Boy, be careful, you won't have any chance once I make a move."

"Oh, brother, you can do whatever you want. I practice the Golden Bell Mask, so I can do anything." Jiang Yang replied.

"Golden bell, hum, watch me break your golden bell——"

Xia Ming spoke in a longer voice. Following the voice, he quickly approached and slapped Jiang Yang on the chest.

"Broken your golden bell." Just finished the sentence.

Finish work.

Xia Ming was very confident. He turned around without looking back or looking, and said calmly: "Don't hold on."

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Yang asked in a confused voice.

Ok?
Xia Ming turned around and said, "Young man, don't show off. You are too old to be able to handle this slap from me."

"what are you talking about?"

Xia Ming looked puzzled, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay!" Jiang Yang nodded.

"Don't you feel anything?" Xia Ming asked.

"I feel very good." Jiang Yang replied.

Haha!

Sorry, Wang Yu smiled.

He smiled.

Where does this come from?

He was talking about Xia Ming, a Wudang disciple, he was just here to make fun of him.

In fact, it would be unfair to say that Xia Ming is a joke.

A seemingly light palm can actually break a stone slab seven to eight centimeters thick.

In terms of martial arts cultivation, Xia Ming is a little higher than Yang Hu.

That’s why I have this confidence.

However, I was unlucky to meet a pervert today.

Xia Ming was surprised and doubtful, "It seems that I underestimated you. Very good. The Golden Bell Shield has been trained enough to be able to receive my palm. You are proud enough at your age." What he said was very old-fashioned. Xia Ming was no better than Jiang Yang. Three or four years older.

"Thank you, I'll ask you to teach me Baguazhang." Jiang Yang said with a slight smile.

Then come again.

Xia Ming once again showed the starting position of Baguazhang.

His expression became serious.

The next second, Xia Ming moved, with his feet on Bagua and his body like a swimming dragon, he circled Jiang Yang and quickly struck his chest and slapped seven or eight palms on his back.

"it is good!"

Some reporters applauded.

"There's something!" Wang Yu looked surprised.

Even if he doesn't understand martial arts, he can still tell that Xia Ming has kung fu. This set of Baguazhang is so beautiful that he can move like clouds and flowing water.

It cannot be underestimated.

Once again, call it a day.

"Young man is still standing...huh?" Xia Ming looked stunned and noticed that the smile on Jiang Yang's face did not change.

"Are you all right?"

"nothing!"

"No, something must be wrong with you."

Jiang Yang touched it up and down and asked doubtfully, "Should something be wrong with me?"

"Don't you feel anything?"

"I feel great."

Poof...haha!
Bai Xiaoni finally couldn't help laughing.

Sorry, this is not the occasion to laugh.

"Haha!" Xia Weiwei couldn't hold back and laughed.

What a brother of hers!
"Brother, you can't break Boss Jiang's golden bell. Just accept this reality." Xia Weiwei said with a smile.

You must speak, otherwise I will continue to be embarrassed.

"Impossible, your Golden Bell Shield practice has reached this point?" Xia Ming was shocked.

Xia Ming only met one person who was able to catch a few of his palms with hard qigong and other techniques without getting hurt, a senior fellow from the Wudang inner sect.

Great sects like Wudang and Shaolin have been passed down for hundreds of years. In order to ensure that the inheritance of martial arts will not be lost, every year children aged seven or eight who are suitable for practicing martial arts are found across the country to be trained, and more than half of these children are eventually eliminated, leaving only A few were trained with a few key points. They lived an isolated life in Shaolin Wudang, without contact with modern technology. They lived almost the same as the ancients, focusing only on practicing martial arts.

Shaolin Wudang has such a group of core disciples who focus on practicing martial arts. You don’t have to worry about food and drink. You only need to practice martial arts, and everything else is taken care of.

To put it bluntly, you will be raised for a lifetime, and cultivating such disciples requires resources. For other small sects, if you say you train a group of disciples, you start when you are young, ten years, twenty years... After this time, is your sect still there?

Shaolin Wudang has been passed down for hundreds of years and has this condition.

The state will give money.

Therefore, a large sect like Shaolin Wudang has such a small number of real martial arts practitioners.

The senior brother Xia Ming met was such a person.

The Jiang Yang in front of him was not a disciple of any sect, so how could he have mastered the Golden Bell Cover to such an advanced level.

Martial arts like the golden bell cover not only need the guidance of famous teachers, but also need a lot of external medicine to cooperate with the practice, such as practicing black sand palm, it seems that it is very simple to slap sand and stones with the palm of your hand every day.The real secret is that it needs to be combined with topical drugs, otherwise your hands will become useless.

Jiang Yang smiled and said nothing.

"I don't believe it, let's compete again." Xia Ming

"Mr. Xia, is it my turn to take action?" Jiang Yang asked back. He had long recognized this person as brother Xia Weiwei.

"Use whatever tricks you have."

"Mr. Xia, you don't have to be afraid, I won't hurt you."

"Haha!" Xia Ming laughed, "Come on, come on, let's see how you hurt me."

Xia is always a proud person.

"Journalists, fellow students, watch carefully. Have you seen the movie Kung Fu? There is a line..."

Before Jiang Yang finished speaking, a student immediately said: "The only martial arts in the world that can't be broken is fast."

"You're right, the only martial arts in the world that can't be broken is fast. I'll show you what the only martial arts in the world that can't be broken is fast. Do you want to see it?" Jiang Yang said loudly.

"I want to see it." The students responded loudly.

Sure enough, he is still an internet celebrity, and he has not forgotten to create atmosphere.

Xia Ming wanted to see what Jiang Yang could do, "the only martial arts in the world that can't be broken is fast."

"Okay."

While speaking, Jiang Yang made a fist, raised his arm, and pointed his fist at Xia Ming.

The two were more than three meters apart.

"Don't blink, what is martial arts in the world, only—quick—no—"

Jiang Yang spoke in a longer voice, and before he could say the word "break", he moved.

brush~~
With one arrow step, he quickly closed the distance with Xia Ming.

At the same time, punch.

"Broken!" When the last word was spoken, the fist stopped, stopping just in front of Xia Ming's eye frame, and the fist touched the lens.

"Wow, it's so fast!" a student exclaimed.

It's so fast.

As fast as an arrow, Xia Ming's pupils dilated sharply.

I didn't expect Jiang Yang to move so quickly.

But apart from being fast, there is nothing else.

OK, call it a day.

Jiang Yang put away his fist and turned around to leave. Following Xia Ming's example, he didn't even look back and said, "Mr. Xia, I'm sorry. Didn't I scare you?"

"Haha, that's it?" Xia Ming laughed twice, "What you said is correct, where is the problem? I didn't see it?"

Jiang Yang turned around and said, "Mr. Xia, are you sure you're okay?"

"Should anything happen to me?" Xia Ming's eyes showed sarcasm.

"No, something must be wrong with you." Jiang Yang said firmly.

"Damn it~~Did these two people arrange their lines in advance and just talk about cross talk?" Some netizens complained.

"What's going on? Gang Yang's punch was very fast just now, but he didn't hit it. How could something happen?"

"To make things mysterious."

Many netizens don't understand what riddle the gangster is playing.

"Oh, I blame me for not reminding you, Mr. Xia, could you please take off your glasses?" Jiang Yang said with a smile.

Glasses?

The reporters and students at the scene all focused on Xia Ming’s glasses.

Xia Ming took off his glasses in doubt, and was about to say he was inexplicable.

The next second, Xia Ming's expression changed and he blurted out: "How is that possible?"

"What's wrong?" "What's wrong?" It was Bai Xiaoni who spoke, but she didn't see anything wrong.

Xia Weiwei and Gao Meng didn't notice it.

The boss was playing riddles, but they couldn't tell.

"What happened to the glasses?"

Wang Yu, many netizens in the live broadcast room are curious.

at this time--

"Snapped!"

There was a loud bang, and one of the lenses of Xia Ming's glasses exploded.

It exploded into dozens of small fragments.

For a few seconds, everyone's expressions seemed to freeze.

A recent female reporter's expression was one of shock.

"Wow~~"

A male reporter's mouth dropped open.

There was also a fighting student who was terrified.

"My mom~~"

"I rely on!"

"Guaiguai Longdi Cave~~"

When the spectacle lens exploded, everyone at the scene was shocked.

Then everyone was dumbfounded again.

The lenses of my glasses were broken for no reason... No, it was clearly broken by a punch.

It turned out that the target of Jiang Yang's punch just now was not Xia Ming, but his spectacle lenses.

But... these are spectacle lenses!
Usually one punch should knock the glasses away.

What happened just now?
Xia Ming himself didn't notice anything unusual, and he didn't even notice that his glasses were broken.

The glasses were still fine until he took them off.

Why is this happening?

First, the speed is very fast, and the spectacle lenses are broken in an instant.

Because it is so fast, even if the spectacle lens is broken, it can still remain intact within a few seconds.

Secondly, it was not just the speed, but Jiang Yang's control of the strength of the punch just right, which made Xia Ming and onlookers unable to notice.

This level of difficulty is taken to the next level. It is no less difficult than throwing an egg into the air and kicking the egg with your feet like a football to ensure that the egg does not break.

Xia Ming naturally knew the difficulty and was shocked.

Bai Xiaoni, Xia Weiwei, Gao Meng and others felt their scalps go numb.

"What kind of kung fu is this?" Gao Meng asked stupidly.

"I know, Cun Fist, Master uses Cun Fist with one punch, so it can shatter the spectacle lenses in an instant, but how does Master manage to shatter the spectacle lenses without making any sound at the same time? People who wear glasses How do you do this without noticing that your glasses are broken? Isn't it completely unscientific?" Bai Xiaoni was shocked.

The last time he was shocked was when the master was unharmed after being shot with a musket.

"Boss Jiang is so amazing!" Xia Weiwei was also shocked.

She and Bai Xiaoni are both martial arts practitioners, and they are very aware of the skill that Boss Jiang can display with one punch. In the words of martial arts movies, it is "reaching the pinnacle".

It is unimaginable that in modern society, there are still people who can practice martial arts to this extent.

On the contrary, although bystanders, reporters, club students and even netizens were equally shocked and surprised, their feelings were not as deep as theirs.

The reason is simple. Netizens are not martial arts practitioners. It is not clear what level of martial arts a person has reached.

Laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the doorway.

"How did you do this? It's so awesome. Is this a magic trick?"

"6666!"

"What kind of work is this?"

"Bull beep!"

"It's a pity that I didn't see it clearly."

"Why did the spectacle lens explode? Was it caused by the gangster's punch?"

"Who can see clearly that the glasses are so explosive?"

Most netizens didn't see it clearly, which is also a flaw of the live broadcast. After all, it was a mobile live broadcast and could not capture Jiang Yang's speed.

Afterwards, members of the black fan group analyzed the video frame by frame and found that the several frames of video when Jiang Yangdao punched and stopped in front of Xia Ming were blurred. This was caused by the punch speed being too fast and exceeding the limit of the mobile phone camera.

(End of this chapter)