Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 33 Bronze Man
Both parties reached an agreement and a formal alliance was reached.

The hall could not be used, so the venue was moved to the courtyard outside the hall, in front of the eighteen weapons racks.

Although Zhao Rong was wary of Lai Zhirui, he also looked forward to his Hengshan swordsmanship.

But the latter stood on the sidelines and had no intention of taking action.

He asked Lu Gui in a low voice about Lai Zhirui's martial arts skills. Lu Gui didn't know the details. He only said that he was better than the fake cook Lao Wang.

That's still pretty awesome.

As Lu Lianrong's second apprentice, Lai Zhirui must be familiar with Hengshan swordsmanship. Everyone knows that the swordsmanship of Hengshan Mountain in the Five Mountains has many strange moves, and the swordsmanship of a master is even more varied.

In terms of fighting alone, Lai Zhirui should be much more dangerous than Lao Wang.

Zhao Rong was very excited by the tense martial arts scene. He planned to be an enthusiastic spectator, and when good moves appeared, he would applaud them together with the people around him.

The Qiu family brothers and sisters were eager to give it a try, but the competition at the moment was extremely involved, and the juniors were not qualified to end it.

"Senior Gu wants to fight in the first battle."

An old man with wrinkles on his face wearing training clothes walked out of Changrui's side, it was Gu Mingzong.

"I heard that Senior Gu is a proficient pipa player, so I'm here to ask for advice today." Feng Yilin stepped forward as the first formation of the Sanhe Gate.

Gu Mingzong stretched out a hand: "Please."

When the old man said the word "please", he quietly moved his energy, and his four fingers immediately turned black.

After practicing the pipa hand, the finger strength is very strong, and the medicine is applied to the fingers. The attacked area of ​​the opponent often looks normal, but in fact the internal injuries are serious and cannot be saved by medicine.

Feng Yilin knew how good a pipa player was.

He has something to rely on.

At this time, the legs are spread out, the tongue is touching the roof of the mouth, the mouth is slightly closed, and the eyes are looking straight at the tip of Gu Mingzong's hand. The next second, I saw the four white points of Xiaguan bulging, and the inner energy rushed out through the palm of my hand.

Both palms were immediately covered with blood spots, and they were as densely arranged as fine sand.

His big sleeves were rolled up and his palms were pushed forward, exuding a fiery aura.

"Red sand hands!"

The Qiu brothers and sisters recognized Feng Yilin's martial arts skills at a glance, and were surprised to see his hands as red as blood.

The two men in the compound have started fighting!

"As expected of a master of the three-joint gate, Senior Gu should be careful."

"Why are you so anxious? Senior Gu's movements are wild and Hongsi, but it's Feng who is trying to hide from his old man's pipa player!"

"It really is!"

"A pipa player with the surname Feng who has been a pipa player for more than fifty years, even if he has a lot of internal skills, he would not dare to be so arrogant as to use his body to fight."

The guests around were discussing endlessly, and the two men fought for twenty or thirty rounds in the blink of an eye.

After seeing the two people's fighting moves at a glance, Zhao Rong's eyes were full of excitement and he wished he could practice them on the spot.

He is a newbie, but he can learn a lot even just by watching these martial arts masters compete.

What a great effort!

He is interested in both martial arts, "Red Sand Hand" and "Pipa Hand".

"In terms of tactics against the enemy, I am no match for them."

Zhao Rong thought to himself, "But if we fight straight back and forth, it seems that I would be a little bit stronger than them."

Both of them wanted to take down each other, and their moves became faster and faster.

Mr. Gu's attack was swift and fierce, but Feng Yilin's red sand hand was not weak at all. He was able to compete with the pipa player and took advantage of his body skills.

With half a stick of incense, after a hundred moves, they were evenly matched!

He Daren immediately stopped.

If the fight continues, Mr. Gu will suffer a loss, after all, his age is there.

"Senior Gu, we are evenly matched." Feng Yilin smiled.

"What a powerful red sand hand. You are better than your father."

Gu Mingzong shook his head, and after leaving a few words, he clasped his fists at Mr. Long's head. He originally wanted to win the first round, but he didn't expect that Feng Yilin was better than his father in both internal and external kung fu.

After not winning against the opponent for a generation, Mr. Gu was a little embarrassed.

In the second formation between the two sides, Xiao Hongchen, the head of the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau, stepped forward with a knife.

A scar-faced man from Changrui walked out with a sullen expression, it was Shang Jinquan, the Lancet guest.

The two men exchanged more than ten moves with each other, each with their own deadly moves to hit the vital points, which made onlookers tremble with fear.

Until the fortieth move, the blades of both sides cut a wound on the other's chest. The spectators on both sides stopped at the same time and rushed to treat the injury.

"Both of them are injured, does it count as a draw?" He Daren said.

"it is good!"

Shang Jinquan was not convinced and wanted to fight again.

Mr. Long, the escort chief, bit his ear next to him: "Brother Shang, rest in peace, we have an 80% chance of winning."

Xiao Hongchen struggled and wanted to fight again.

Tan Quanli pulled his sleeve and whispered: "Brother Xiao, please be patient. We have an 80% chance of winning."

Both sides tacitly carried the wounded away with their weapons, and each revealed their cards. Changrui's third player was not Long Changxu, but Xie Weixin, whom Zhao Rong had paid attention to before!

When he reached the center of the courtyard, Xie Weixin slowly removed the iron cage on his forearm, and an inconspicuous short man also walked out from the crowd at the triple gate.

"Bang~!"

The iron sheet on Xie Weixin's forearm hit the ground, and it was actually wrapped with a layer of hard steel inside!
The ink-colored arms were exposed.

The short man opposite suddenly exerted force, shattering his clothes and revealing his bronze upper body.

"This is."

Long Changxu, who originally had absolute confidence in Xie Weixin, frowned.

"It's the Bronze Man Kung Fu." After speaking, Dou Yingzu, the iron pole pole, pointed at the short man, "He has a ring scar. Is he a disciple of Shaolin who has returned to secular life?"

"What do you call your Excellency?" Xie Weixin had no expression on his face when he spoke.

The short man was even weirder and said nothing.

Tan Quanli behind him reminded: "Master Tian was born mute and cannot speak."

Xie Weixin's face was paralyzed: "Master Tian, ​​let's talk with fists and kicks."

The Golden Steel Whip Strength and the Tongren Gong are both hard qigong, and both of them have practiced to the level that they can block weapons. It is like being wrapped in a layer of iron armor, and driven by internal force, it is difficult to hurt them with fists, palms, knives and sticks.

If you were surrounded by friends who practiced hard qigong and fought with these two people, you would probably lose.

But
But when they got together, they were evenly matched!
Na Xie Weixin's moves were fierce, his arms were like iron whips, and he kept attacking Master Tian fiercely with his internal strength and fist and kick skills. Master Na Xie only defended his lower body, and his upper body was like copper poured into iron. Xie Weixin's skills were unable to break through the defense.

Master Tian turned from defense to attack, interlacing his fists and palms, while Xie Weixin used his arms to parry flexibly.

The two of them were both good at boxing and kicking, and the fight was really exciting, and the melon guests had a great time watching it.

Unfortunately, all that could be heard was the sound of "concrete". The two people with full defense points had almost the same skills. With ordinary methods, they could not defeat their opponents in a short time!
In close combat, the moves can be broken down very quickly, and in a moment it will take another 100 moves.

Another draw?

Zhao Rong looked at Long Changxu, and then at the Sanhemen elder opposite.

Tian Ji’s horse racing, you don’t understand?
After a hundred moves, Master Tian and Xie Weixin stopped at the same time.

Lao Xie's arms were trembling and his face was expressionless.

Lao Tian's muscles were numb and he said nothing.

Both of them tried their best.

The expressions of the people around were a little stiff, and the winner had to be decided today.

Within a few seconds of slight silence, a young man walked out from the other side of the triple gate with his head held high. It was Wentai, the Thunderman.

"Of course it won't count if we didn't get to the middle of the second team, let's compare the winners and losers again!"

When Long Changxu saw it was Wing Tai, he took a step forward and said, "One more time."

The head escort is a bit shameless and wants to bully the younger guys.

He knew that Wing Tai was a stupid young man and was ready to wait for him to challenge him. He took over at that time so as to teach this arrogant young man a lesson.

Unexpectedly, Wentai didn't look in his direction at all.

"Recently I heard that a young escort from the Changrui Escort Bureau fought against the Yellow River Ancestor at the foot of Tianzhu Peak. I have only heard of such an outstanding young man in Hengyang City?"

Wentai's words were hidden in his words, and he was mocking Changrui Escort Agency for being deceitful.

The Sanhemen gang were originally worried that Wentai Hu would be fooled, but after hearing what he said, they immediately remained calm.

When Zhao Rong heard these words, he glanced warily in Lai Zhirui's direction. He moved his body back slightly, trying his best to hide himself through Miss Qiu and the pillar next to him.

Thunder Hand, thank you.

But
Wingtech has already locked onto him.

Young man + escort uniform = Zhao Rong.

There is no other person with the same characteristics.

When Wentai saw Zhao Rong hiding behind him, he thought he was timid. He immediately smiled happily and said aggressively:
"If there really is such a person in the Changrui Escort Agency, why bother to hide your head and show your tail? If you have some courage, just come out and fight me."

He just finished speaking.

The crowd around Zhao Rong suddenly dispersed, and hundreds of pairs of eyes focused on him!
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PS: Let’s chat briefly.

First of all, I would like to express my sincere apologies for the slow-paced experience that book friends mentioned about apprenticeship. But in fact, there was a bit of a fluctuation and reversal in the follow-up. As for whether the card will be released and apprenticeship will not happen, that is a small plot, but the atmosphere is not there.

As for why he became a disciple of Hengshan instead of going to other places, there will be a detailed explanation later. Hacker book friends can open my backend draft box and watch it by themselves.

Because of the cross-category, Su Ye has racked his brains to write this book. In terms of scenes, maps, character fighting movements, dialogues, plots, etc., the energy consumed is far more than before, and the efficiency is far less than before.

Even though it's a lousy book, I really tried my best. After I finished writing each chapter, I would check it several times, and I'm afraid even the book friends wouldn't be able to find a few typos.

I really want to write this story well enough to be worthy of the hard work of typing and to be worthy of the book friends who love this book.

In addition, I would like to read again. This book is relatively niche and the new book issue has not been exposed, which is very difficult.

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