Live broadcast: Taoist priest, stop pretending, you are just cultivating immortality

Everyone gathered around him immediately. They looked at An Zaixing, who was unconscious and still bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and began to whisper.

"If you beat someone like this, does that count as a minor injury?"

"Hush, be careful. The Taoist master of the Wudang Sect protects the calf. If he says a minor injury, it is a minor injury. I think it's very reasonable."

"I heard that he is also a world boxing champion. Why is his ability to withstand such a bad fight?"

"It must be that these years of drinking and drinking have emptied the kidneys...and emptied the body."

"I don't think it makes much sense to discuss whether the injury is minor now. Otherwise, let's call 120 or call an ambulance."

"Comrade police officers, how should we calculate the situation of knocking someone unconscious with a slap? Is it illegal?"

Jiang Yun squeezed his way to the front of the crowd and said with some confusion: "Mr. Zhang, Senior Brother Chen, Brother Da Jiang, believe me, I really held back."

"When he punched me, I used my strength to fight it. After removing three points of the force, I took advantage of the situation and added some internal force, and then punched it back intact!"

The people around were in an uproar, and the water friends in the live broadcast room were also shocked.

"Taoist Priest, isn't it a little too much for you to use your inner strength to hit people?"

"It's okay to use force to fight, but why does the Taoist priest use internal force? Is the lethality of internal force so terrifying?"

"The Taoist priest is afraid that he slapped the boxing champion and caused internal injuries."

Taoist Master Zhang Zhishun stood up and explained: "Blessed Immortal Lord, if you don't understand medical skills, please don't talk nonsense to avoid misunderstanding."

"My nephew Jiang slapped this guy's Qihai, Guanyuan, Zhongji and other acupoints. The force of the palm damaged his Ren meridian, Foot Shaoyin kidney meridian, Foot Yangming stomach meridian, and Foot Taiyin spleen meridian."

"The shock to the acupuncture points and meridians can only be considered minor injuries. It will only take a few days to recover. The boxing champion's coma is mainly due to his poor physical fitness and low ability to resist blows. It really has nothing to do with my nephew Jiang."

It's okay that Master Zhang didn't explain. His explanation made everyone around him feel calm.

The shock to the acupoints and meridians does not sound like a minor injury!

Jiang Dajiang looked at the unconscious An Zaixing, whose fingers were still twitching slightly. He said with some worry: "Old Taoist Master, why don't I call an ambulance first and take him to the hospital for a checkup?"

"Do you look down on my medical skills?"

"I have cured seven or eight cancer patients in the past two years. For this small injury, I just need a few injections and it will be cured." Director Zhang Zhishun said very calmly.

He took out a needle box from his arms and twisted out several half-foot-long silver needles.

Just two minutes after the needle was applied, An Zaixing coughed up a mouthful of black blood and slowly woke up.

"Does your abdomen still hurt?"

"It's much better, no more pain."

"Since it doesn't hurt anymore, stand up and take a few steps."

The onlookers saw that An Zaixing really stood up and walked several steps. They marveled at the old Taoist priest's amazing medical skills, and then started to cheer for the martial arts competition to continue.

An Zaixing's legs trembled and he almost knelt on the ground.

Taoist Zhang Zhishun looked at Jiang Yun and said, "Xiao Jiang, you don't have to walk in such a narrow path. The old Taoist is here. You will take action when it's time to take action."

"You two don't need to be so gentle. As long as you can save your breath, I will definitely be able to save you both. Don't worry."

Jiang Yun understood and nodded.

An Zaixing knelt down on the spot. His face was filled with death. What did the old man's words mean?

What do you mean there is no need to strike so lightly, I just struck with all my strength!

Hey, no, he was reminding the little Taoist priest that he could use me as a punching bag and hit me without holding back his hands.

"An Quanwang, are you okay?"

A voice of comfort came.

An Zaixing was pulled up by a big hand. He felt warm in his heart. He was about to say thank you, but he looked up and found that the person pulling him was actually Jiang Yun.

your sister!

You devil, are you so eager to beat me?

When An Zaixing looked panicked, people around him began to praise Jiang Yun fiercely.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Taoist priest Jiang's martial ethics is really much higher than that of a certain boxing champion!"

"Some people may look like boxing champions on the surface, but they are really not good as people. Look at them, look at them, they are really not on the same level."

"Keep fighting, keep fighting. I took a day off and just wanted to watch a wonderful fight. Why did it end after just one fight? The second man is not that fast!"

"Master, tens of thousands of members in our martial arts gym are watching your live broadcast. You have to cheer up, you can't lose!"

"I seriously suspect that Boxing King An is fixing matches. How much money did Director Jiang give him?"

The surrounding discussions came like a tide. An Zaixing knew that he had no way out, so he stood up bravely.

I can't lose today, at least not like this, otherwise Anjia Martial Arts School will definitely be destroyed.

Officer Jiang Dajiang asked everyone to retreat, leaving the small square in front of the Taoist temple for the two of them.

"An Boxing King, Pindao has seen the video of you issuing a challenge to me on the Internet. The dubbing is good, and it made my blood boil."

"Since Mr. Zhang said there is no need to hold back, let's have an open-ended fight and discuss what traditional kung fu is." After Jiang Yun finished speaking, he threw a few punches casually.

The force of the fist cracked the air, and the wheezing sound lingered for a long time, and the surrounding crowd of people watching screamed, "Fuck!"

The corners of An Zaixing's mouth twitched and he whispered: "It's outrageous, he can actually make punching sounds!"

Before he competed professionally, he practiced Bajiquan for several years.

As the old saying goes, if you don’t go out for ten years with Tai Chi, you can beat people to death with Xingyi for one year, and you can scare people to death with Baji in those years.

So he never took Jiang Yun seriously before. After all, how good can a Tai Chi practitioner be?

Now it seems that I was very wrong. It was not that the Taoist priest in front of me was so powerful in Tai Chi, but that the Taoist priest himself was a pervert.

Even if someone uses other boxing techniques, he can still become a world boxing champion.

"King An, don't be distracted, Pindao is about to take action."

"Taoist Priest, monks value peace and it is not good to fight and kill."

"Practice martial arts and compete, strengthen your body, don't worry, I'll do it lightly and it won't hurt."

After Jiang Yun finished speaking, he stepped forward.

He tapped An Zaixing's left chest with his left hand very quickly, then clasped the guy's shoulder with his backhand, pushed and pulled him, and put him to the ground on the spot.

This set of silky combos made the water friends in the live broadcast room shine.

"Damn it, why is that boxing champion lying on the ground?"

"The Taoist priest doesn't show martial ethics when fighting, but when he comes up he taps people's acupoints."

"Sunflower Acupuncture Hands is also a traditional Kung Fu. Isn't it normal to compete in acupuncture points?"

"How can you, a dignified boxing champion, act like a child in front of the Taoist priest? How can he not be beaten?"

Jiang Yun hooked An Zaixing's waist with his toes, kicked him upwards, and then hit him with his fists like a rainstorm.

With a crackling sound, he punched more than thirty times in a row, and finally kicked the person back and kicked him seven or eight meters away.

An Zaixing didn't stop sliding until he hit the crape myrtle tree.

He let out a scream, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and he fainted again.

When the onlookers saw this scene, their eyes nearly popped out.

Officer Jiang Dajiang quickly ran over and shouted: "Don't be stunned, come here and save people!"

"Director Jiang, I shouldn't have agreed to let you take action just now. You martial arts practitioners don't strike lightly or harshly. Look at how you beat people."

Taoist priest Zhang Zhishun quickly came to An Zaixing's side. After checking, he looked back at Jiang Yun with complicated eyes and let out a long sigh.

(End of chapter)