Merry God in the city

Seeing ** and Zhao Hu standing up, Mo Xing took a sip of tea and said leisurely: "I don't know how many matches you two are going to compete in this time?"

Zhao Hu glanced at Mo Xing, and said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency?"

** Seeing that Mo Xing did not reply, he said, "This is the witness I invited."

"Witness?" Zhao Hu snorted coldly, and raised his voice, "Why do you need a few fights, one is enough. I can knock down an old guy like this with a single punch."

The white-clothed disciples all snorted angrily, while Mo Xing said lightly: "It's not a good game. What if there are other accidents that cause one party to fail. Isn't this a pity. Let's do it, everything is only three days. , I can watch three games."

Zhao Hu looked at Mo Xing who was sitting as firmly as a mountain and as calm as water, nodded and said: "Okay, three games will be three games." He sat back on his seat and said in a deep voice, "Zhao Xing, come on."

** also sat down and said in a low voice, "Li Cheng."

Followed by the sound, the black and white sides each walked out of a big man, first saluted their masters, and then looked at each other coldly.

Mo Xing coughed dryly, put down his teacup and said, "What are you doing in a daze, let's hit."

Before the words were finished, the two of them stepped on the square stool at the same time, turned around and rushed to the round table.They didn't talk too much nonsense, and immediately started fighting.

Zhao Family Boxing is obviously an external force boxing method, down-to-earth, full of strength, and vigorous in fighting.But the Eight Diagrams Lianlian Zhang pays attention to four or two strokes, with both feet sticking to the table and walking non-stop.

Both of them are big disciples of the two families, and they are proud students.After playing for more than ten minutes, there was no winner. Both ** and Zhao Hu looked at Mo Xing with some complacency, and Mo Xing had already drank two cups of tea, and now he was yawning boredly.

The faces of both of them were a little uneasy, Zhao Hu cast a gloomy look at her, and suddenly said in a deep voice, "Zhao Hu, don't show mercy."

Listening to Master's words, Zhao Xing knew that he was impatient.Immediately, the fist style became more fierce, while Li Cheng was very steady.Just wandering around, never making direct contact.

Teng Ran saw that Zhao Xing stomped heavily on the edge of the table.Immediately, the round table received uneven force, and it was thrown up violently.Li Cheng couldn't stand stably, and threw himself into Zhao Xing's arms involuntarily.Zhao Xing sneered, twisted his body and rushed up, stepped on the middle of the round table, and then hit Li Cheng's back heavily with both fists.

Li Cheng stretched out his foot to hook Zhao Xing's right foot, and tried to turn around. His hands were like silk scarves, avoiding Zhao Xing's fist, and wrapping them around his arms.

The two are holding each other tightly, and no one can compete with the other.After working hard for a long time, he suddenly shouted angrily.Both sides kicked out at the same time, hitting each other's abdomen.Immediately, it flew out of the table in the air, smashed the square stool on the ground at the same time, and fell to the ground.

Looking at the two who were being helped up by the disciples from all sides, ** and Zhao Hu looked unkind.

The first game turned out to be unbeatable, and it ended in a tie.

Zhao Hu signaled his disciples to help Zhao Xing off the game, glanced at Mo Xing, stood up and said, "****, our disciples are all about the same strength. It would be a waste of time to fight like this. Why don't we just compete with each other and just play together?" How is the outcome determined?"

**Glanced at his disciples, nodded and said, "Okay."

Mo Xing shrugged indifferently, spread his hands and said, "Please go ahead, both of you."

Seeing that Mo Xing remained calm, the two became more uncertain.However, ** temporarily felt that Mo Xing was a friend rather than an enemy, so she didn't care so much, and she took the lead in stepping on the square stool and slowly jumped onto the round table.

Zhao Hu snorted angrily, stepped on the square stool fiercely, soared into the air, and landed heavily on the round table.

His fall was like a gigantic boulder, and the round table lifted up just like the last one.And ** stood firmly on the table with both feet, as if stuck.Sure enough, Zhao Hu rushed forward immediately, put his foot firmly on the round table, and rushed to the door with his fist.

The competition between the two pavilion masters was indeed much more exciting than the disciples.The posture is moving, and the moves are separated from each other, which is incomparably exquisite.More and more people gathered at the door, watching the competition on the round table, burst into cheers from time to time.

Of course, this is only for ordinary people.Watching the contest between these two families, Mo Xing just felt bored.

Traditional martial arts have been passed down to the present, and most of them are only ostentatious routines.For real attackers, most of the moves to kill the enemy are gone.In addition, most of the exquisite inner strength cultivation methods have been lost, so the current Chinese "Kung Fu" in the ordinary world looks extremely wonderful, but in fact it is only an empty shell left.

This is why Jeet Kune Do, Karate, Judo, Muay Thai, etc. are increasingly not paying attention to ancient Chinese martial arts.

Ordinary people seem to be in an inextricable fight between the two, but Mo Xing has already seen that ** has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.In the physical confrontation with each other, ** is obviously weaker than Zhao Hu.Although his Eight Diagrams Chain Palm is about four taels of pulling a thousand catties, but the premise is that you must have the strength of four taels.

But now **'s face is flushed, and her hands and legs are already trembling slightly.In the blink of an eye, inconvenience has already occurred.On the contrary, Zhao Hu was getting more and more fierce, and his offensive became more and more fierce.

If this continues, there are only a hundred tricks, and he will either be defeated by Zhao Hu, or fall to the round table due to his own physical strength.

Mo Xing frowned, and asked the white-clothed disciple standing beside him, "Is your master injured or sick?"

The disciple gritted his teeth and said, "In the previous martial arts competition, my master was one against six. I got hit by Zhao Hu's palm, and the internal injury has not healed yet."

Mo Xing nodded lightly, suddenly the situation at the round table changed drastically.Zhao Hu separated his arms with both fists, and kicked in the middle of **'s chest.

** Opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and immediately flew into the cold air.

There was a burst of exclamation below, and several disciples were about to run out to pick up the gun.Suddenly a black shadow flashed past, and lightly held onto **'s waist.Immediately, the two fell lightly to the ground.

** With bloodshot eyes on the corner of her mouth, she looked at Mo Xing in horror.Mo Xing supported his wife and sat down, then looked at Zhao Hu standing on the round table with his hands behind his back and smiled, "Good work, good skills."

Seeing Mo Xing's approaching movement, Zhao Hu's pupils shrank sharply.After staring at Mo Xing for a long time, he sneered: "****, you lost. You smashed the signboard, close the door."

**The whole body trembled, and a mouthful of blood gushed out again.Mo Xing said with a smile: "Master Zhao, why is he so impatient, he agreed to win two out of three games, there is still one more."

Zhao Hu said with a sneer, "I've lost all of you, who dares to challenge me?"

Mo Xing lightly pointed to his nose, and said with a smile, "Isn't this standing alone?"

"Your Excellency?" Zhao Hu narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency doesn't seem to be the candidate for this martial arts school, does it?"

Mo Xing nodded: "That's right, I'm not. But I see that your excellency is pretty good, but I feel itchy for a moment, so I want to come forward to compete with Master Zhao on behalf of this martial artist."

"Competition? Your Excellency can come to the door to challenge another day. Today is the grievance between me and **, please don't interfere." Zhao Hu said coldly.

"What if I just want to intervene?" Mo Xing continued to smile.

"You..." Zhao Hu pointed fiercely at Mo Xing, his lips trembled a few times, and he grinned, "Since you want to die, don't blame me for not warning you."

"Naturally. The outcome depends on the person, life and death are in the sky." Mo Xing gently stroked his cuffs, walked around the square stool on the ground slowly, and walked to the round table.The round table was as high as half a person, and Mo Xing put his hands on the edge of the table and climbed up with effort.

Zhao Hu sneered, and kicked Mo Xing hard on the head as he was climbing up.

"Despicable and shameless!" The younger brothers in white who saw this scene clearly roared angrily.

However, a black shadow flashed past, and then a series of screams sounded instantly.

But in the blink of an eye, the round table and stool were smashed into countless pieces.Mo Xing grabbed Zhao Hu's right foot, stood on the spot and smiled at the black-clothed disciples, then picked it up and threw it down a few times.

** was stunned, the disciples in white were stunned, the disciples in black were stunned, and the onlookers at the door were stunned.

Looking at Mo Xing, who had a pure smile on his face, and Zhao Hu, who was lying motionless on the ground with blood on his face, everyone was stunned.

"Oh, why are you so unruly? Well, it's no wonder I got angry." Mo Xing curled his lips, looked at Zhao Hu who had passed out like a dead dog, and threw him at the feet of the black-clothed disciple .

"Master? Master..." The black-clothed disciples who just came to their senses squatted down hurriedly, hugging Zhao Hu and crying.

"Stop howling, you won't die. Go back and lie on the bed for a year, and then you will be able to get out of bed." Mo Xing waved his hand and said.

"You... you bastard, you actually made such a murderous move?" Zhao Xing broke free from the disciple who was supporting him, pointed at Mo Xing's nose and shouted angrily.

"Did I kill you?" Mo Xing touched his nose and said innocently, "Why didn't he say anything when he kicked my head just now? If I couldn't dodge in time, my head would explode on the spot. I didn't smash his head, I already Enough to be merciful."

Zhao Xing took a few steps forward, pointed at Mo Xing and said, "But you avoided it. Obviously your martial arts are so much higher, just beat my master to the round table. Why are you so cruel?"

Looking at the finger pointing at his nose, Mo Xing said with a dry smile: "You'd better put your finger back first. I don't like people pointing at my nose and threatening me. I really don't like it."

"Damn it, I'm just pointing at you, what are you... ah..." With a scream, Mo Xing snapped off Zhao Xing's finger.

Then, with a flying kick, Zhao Xing spat blood in mid-air, passed the crowd at the outer door, and crashed into the opposite shop.

"I just don't like you, what's wrong with beating you?" Mo Xing sneered at the black-clothed disciples with his arms folded, his whole body shivering.

"Damn it, brothers, give it to me." Seeing Mo Xing's pretentious appearance, the black-clothed disciple couldn't bear it any longer.They all rushed forward with roars, and even drew out the dagger and saber hidden in their pockets, and slashed at Mo Xing.

"There are so many people beating one, brothers, let's go up and teach these bastards a lesson." The white-clothed disciples couldn't bear it anymore, roared, and came forward with the fucker.

Mo Xing coughed dryly, grabbed a man in black as a weapon, rushed into the crowd in black and waved it.Suddenly a black shadow flashed past, there was a scream, and then several people were knocked out.

The crowd watching outside the martial arts hall saw that there was a great chaos, and they dispersed in a rush, hiding in a safe area and continuing to watch from a distance.

Before the white-clothed disciples rushed up, these dozens of black-clothed disciples were swept out by Mo Xing like garbage.Looking at the black-clothed disciples lying on the ground and moaning, Mo Xing said lightly: "Take your master and get out. I don't care where you go, but if you dare to trouble this martial arts school again. Next time, I'll break your legs. Next time, I'll cut off one of your arms. Next time, I'll break your necks and burn your martial arts gym."

The frosty, murderous words made other onlookers shudder when they heard them.The black-clothed disciples who could barely stand up carried Zhao Hu, Zhao Xing and other immobile companions on their backs, stared at Mo Xing resentfully, and staggered away.

Mo Xing shrugged his shoulders, and said to the white-clothed disciples standing behind him: "It's bloody, it looks disgusting. Please, please clean this place up."

The white-clothed disciples looked at Mo Xing in fear, nodded hastily, rushed into the room to pick up tools, and started cleaning in a hurry.