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"Then what's your purpose of coming here today?" Zhang Donglai was not angry but was proud of himself.

"It's just a discussion, there's no need for Mr. Zhang to get so angry, right?"

Zhang Dong came to look at the people around him who came to watch. They were all well-informed people. If such a person was kicked out of the martial arts hall today, it would definitely be widely publicized in a short period of time. After all, it would greatly affect the martial arts hall in the future.

reputation and business.

Although I was angry in my heart, I couldn't say anything, because the other party did come to challenge me through invitations. If you don't even dare to accept this challenge, you are not qualified to open a martial arts gym. Of course, if you are strong here, you can also come in through invitations.

Go to the kicking gym over there.

He squinted his eyes and glanced at the smiling tiger, snorted coldly and stopped talking.

At this time, an old man holding two iron gall bladders in his hand next to the Smiling Tiger said with a smile: "It's a competition among juniors, why do you have to be so angry, Mr. Zhang?"

Zhang Dong came to look at the old man and said nothing. Zhang Donglai is the best in Kung Fu in Luolong District, but the old man with the iron gallbladder is not bad either. The two have been fighting for most of their lives, and now the younger generations are still fighting with each other.

.Now that both families have martial arts schools, the conflicts between them have become more frequent, but they are all controlled within a manageable range, and no major incidents have occurred.

After giving him a cold face and ignoring him, Zhang Donglai asked his son, "Tell me what the situation is."

The middle-aged man did not dare to maintain his anger in front of his father, and said with a wry smile: "The one in the middle is called Wang Zhong. He is the master who was just recruited there not long ago. He practices Hongquan and is not weak. Master Chen and Master Liu

They were all injured."

At this time, Wang Zhong in the middle said in a deep voice: "Is there anyone else?"

Most of the people here have just seen the power of Wang Zhong in the field, and this person is not easy to attack. The two masters who went up came down with serious injuries on their bodies, so naturally no one went up to humiliate themselves.

"Uncle Zhang, let me do it." A man in his thirties standing behind Zhang Donglai's son said.

Zhang Donglai nodded: "Be careful when you go up, this person's kung fu is not weak."

Zhang Donglai's son opened his mouth to say something but still didn't say it. He could see that this man was not Wang Zhong's opponent, but if he didn't go up, no one would go up. He himself was confident, but as the owner of the museum, he couldn't

Going into battle shirtless without shame.

The three people standing outside did not squeeze in. The fat man asked Zhang Taiping: "Commander, which one of these two people do you think can win?"

After the two of them stood still and assumed their stances, Zhang Taiping said: "As expected, it's the one who came over to kick the gym."

The fat man looked at the two people in the field. Neither of them were young boys. He could see calmness and caution in both of them. With his layman's eyes, he couldn't tell which one was stronger and which one was weaker. He asked in confusion:

"How can I see it?"

Zhang Taiping explained: "The person who kicks the gym is trained in Hong Quan, but his lower body is also extremely solid and his strength is not weak."

"You really didn't see it?" The fat man was even more puzzled.

"Listen to what was said over there." Zhang Taiping smiled.

"Oh. I didn't pay attention." The fat man said. In fact, Wang Gui didn't hear what was said just now. Only Zhang Taiping's abnormal hearing could hear the conversation clearly. The fat man asked again, "What about the other one?"

Can you tell what kind of skill a person has practiced?"

Zhang Taiping did not answer, but asked Wang Gui: "Can you see what kind of kung fu it is?"

Wang Gui said with some uncertainty: "Looking at his posture, it should be a Kung Fu on his legs, I don't know, right?"

Zhang Taiping nodded: "It is indeed the skill of the legs."

While the three of them were talking, a fight had already started over there. The thirty-year-old man was the first to attack. He did not rush to strike hard, but relied on the flexibility of his legs to circle around Wang Zhong and look for weaknesses.

Wang Zhong was neither impatient nor impatient. He bent his legs into a bow and stepped into a horse stance, turning his body as the man surrounded him.

The two tested each other for a while before they started to really attack each other, and for a while they felt they were evenly matched.

The fat man said: "I think the two of them are about the same strength."

Zhang Taiping said: "Although the person using the legs is flexible, he is a bit unsteady. This cannot be seen in a short period of time. When the two fight for a long time, the weakness will be obvious. In the end, there will be a situation where he is unable to follow up.

And the one who kicks the ball has a solid base, and the counterattack will be sharper when the time comes."

After a few more minutes, it turned out that just as Zhang Taiping said, the person using his legs was not jumping back and forth as fast as before, while the person using his fists was as steady as ever.

People who use legs also know where their shortcomings are. They are a little eager for success, and their attacks are sharper and more defensive.

Finally, Wang Zhong, who was coiled up like a snake and waiting for an opportunity, saw an opportunity. Just when he was using his legs to exert his strength, Wang Zhong, who was rooted there like a teacher, suddenly moved, and his outer horoscope changed into

Pigeon-toed, the right leg took half a step back to avoid the kicking leg, and then quickly punched the leg that had no time to retract.

One punch was not enough to damage the muscles and bones, but it severely limited the speed of the person using the legs and lost all his advantages. As you can imagine in the next battle, Wang Zhong no longer stood firm and struck out with heavy punches, keeping the person using the legs pressed down.

Attack, the winner will be determined quickly.

The result ended with the man being punched in the leg and falling to the ground vomiting blood.

Wang Zhong clasped his fists and said, "I agree."

The crowd of onlookers did not make an uproar, because this was not the kind of ending where the enemy was defeated in one move. They had already expected this ending from the moment the man was pinned down and beaten with his legs. There was nothing surprising, just unwillingness. After all, I

If a person from a martial arts school is challenged and injured by someone from another martial arts school, no one will feel comfortable.

After resting for a while, Wang Zhong stood up again. Just when Zhang Donglai's son was about to stand up to challenge, Wang Zhong suddenly clasped his fists in the direction where Zhang Taiping and the other three were standing and said, "I wonder if this brother can come up to discuss our differences."

At this moment, everyone in the audience couldn't figure out what was going on. They all looked this way, and at the end stood a big man who was a head taller than everyone else.

Although Wang Zhong's kung fu is the best here except for those two old men, it is still not enough in his eyes. His challenge feels a bit funny, but looking at the serious expression on his face, he will refuse.

After swallowing it, warriors are like this sometimes. Only through constant challenges and actual combat can they improve themselves.

He smiled and nodded and said, "Are you sure you want to sign with me?"

Wang Zhong solemnly clasped his fists and said, "I hope this gentleman will give me some advice."

"That's fine." Zhang Taiping responded, separated from the crowd and walked into the venue, and said to Zhang Donglai who was sitting at the other end, "Mr. Do you mind if I show my shame?"

"I'm looking forward to it very much." Zhang Donglai said with some joy.

After the two of them stood still, Wang Zhong said: "I practice Hongquan, and I hope you can give me some advice."

Zhang Taiping also clasped his fists and said: "Bajiquan, please!"

The reason why Wang Zhong wanted to challenge Zhang Taiping was because he could feel the pressure from Zhang Taiping and knew that this was a rare master, so he was not polite at this moment and attacked with his fists waved.

Then Zhang Taiping accepted the challenge, but he had no intention of wasting time, so he didn't hold back. When Wang Zhong's fist came over, he quickly grabbed his fist and pushed it into his arms, and then turned half of his body.

He leaned back and used a big move in Bajiquan - Tiebei Mountain.

When he practices this move at home, he always leans against a big tree with a quilt, and without even leaning on it, the big tree that can only be hugged by two people's hands shakes, which shows how powerful this move is.

Of course, there was no deep hatred between Zhang Taiping and Wang Zhong, it was just a simple exchange of ideas, so he had already used up most of his strength when he approached.

Even so, Wang Zhong couldn't bear it, and he flew out. He felt as if his internal organs were being hit by a sledgehammer, and he couldn't help but feel the sweetness in his throat.

He grabbed his chest and got up from the ground, trying hard to suppress the turmoil in his chest and clasping his fists, saying, "I'm no match for you, thank you for your mercy."

At this moment, the onlookers were in an uproar. Being defeated in one move was still the result of showing mercy. What would have happened if he had not shown mercy? Everyone looked at Zhang Taiping as if he were a monster.

Even Zhang Donglai, the oldest and most powerful man here, and the old man holding two iron galls in his hands had serious eyes.