Kung Fu Soldier King

The weather in the northwest is getting colder and colder, but the national heating time has not come yet. People have entered the most difficult days of the year.

It's OK to have air conditioning in the guest house, but when you go out, it's a cold northwest wind that makes people tremble.

Xiao Yan has the habit of morning exercise. He doesn't want to lose this good habit after he goes to the West night market, so "that's what he meant!" the middle-aged man's face was excited, and then he quickly rolled up his sleeve.

Although Xiao Laojiu hasn't broken through his innate state, after so many years of practice and enough practical experience, he claims to be invincible.

Therefore, he didn't care much about the Ma family, but seriously opened a shelf.

"Hi!" as soon as he stood firm, the middle-aged man gave a shout of peace and stormed up.

Bajiquan is originally an open door fist. The moves of active attack emerge one after another. The middle-aged man comes up with a gun fist to greet him.

Xiao Yan saw the other party coming fiercely, and a cool smile came up at the corners of his mouth. He stepped forward and stepped out without stepping back.

Seeing that the fist on the other side was about to reach his chest, he leaned against the other side's arm with his shoulder, and the other fist had been sent out from his waist. It was a smash.

His sudden move was wonderful and dangerous.

The middle-aged man seized the opportunity, stamped his foot and hit the other shoulder.

This is an iron mountain move. The side open body just avoided Xiao Yan's collapse fist. They are close to each other. At this time, Xiao Yan is difficult to avoid.

Until then, Xiao Yan was surprised. It turned out that this man had real kung fu.

However, he was not flustered. His forward center of gravity suddenly stopped. When the other party's iron mountain touched his chest, his center of gravity had reached his hind legs.

Two hands pressed forward, blocked the middle-aged man's shoulder, and jumped back with his strength.

The shift of his focus was amazing. The middle-aged man looked at him like a piece of paper swinging away with his shrug, but he didn't feel stressed at all.

Without force, he was forced too hard, and the center of gravity under the soles of his feet suddenly shook.

Xiao Laojiu was angry at his mistake, so he was not polite. As soon as his foot landed, he suddenly bullied him again.

This time, the knee on his foot stopped on the middle-aged man's calf. The man's forward posture was blocked. All of a sudden, the front and rear strength acted on him relatively, and there was a brief stagnation.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiao Yan quickly displayed the eight pole collapse fist and punched the middle-aged man on the shoulder.

The man screamed and retreated step by step. He was shocked by the internal strength of the eight pole collapse and retreated several steps. Finally, he stood in place and kept shaking.

This is also Xiao Yan's mercy, otherwise his arm would be useless.

The man looked at Xiao Yan in amazement, as if he were looking at aliens. Maybe he had never seen such an exquisite eight pole fist in his life.

"You... How do you change your focus? And the move just now, it's octupole collapse? Who are you? It's incredible..." the middle-aged man breathed heavily and looked unbelievable.

Xiao Yan shrugged and said, "there are many branches of Baji boxing, each of which has its own advantages. The footwall of Baji boxing you practice in Northwest China is particularly firm and admirable. I heard that there is another wind grinding stick, which is more exquisite. I hope to learn it in the future."

When Xiao Yan opened the topic, the middle-aged man didn't ask. If Jianghu people don't tell your school, they either don't like you or have unspeakable difficulties.

We all know this and will not ask questions unless we have a deep hatred and want to find a root for revenge.

"You look very strange and your accent is not local. You shouldn't have been here long? Remember, my name is Ma Changgong. If you have something to do in the northwest in the future, you can find me in Ma jiaweizi." Ma Changgong arched his hand at Xiao Yan, turned and walked away lonely.

It has long been said that there are two horse families in the northwest. Because their ancestors are different, they rarely have enemies. They don't know which horse they belong to?