Reborn King of Marketing

What shocked Xiong Zhan was that in front of him was a small fenced yard with piles of firewood.

In the courtyard, a young man in his twenties was practicing martial arts with his shirt off.

I saw that man's moves were violent, opening and closing widely, and the sound of wind and clouds pierced the air as he raised his hands and feet.

Xiong Zhan comes from a martial arts family and naturally knows the ropes. After taking a few glances, he immediately cheered, "Okay, this is Bazi Fist!"

The young man who was practicing martial arts immediately stopped his posture, turned his head and smiled at Xiong Zhan, showing his white teeth.

"Yes, Bazi Fist!"

Baziquan is the name in the industry. The scientific name of this boxing method is Bajiquan, which means "the power can reach the farthest places in all directions".

Bajiquan is very popular in the north, especially in the Beihe area. It is fierce, simple, and explosive. It is good at attacking with shoulder, elbow, knee and other joints, so it is very popular among martial arts enthusiasts.

But there are only a few martial arts families who can really get the true inheritance.

Xiong Zhan only knew a little bit about it, but an expert would know if it was there if he stretched out his hand. He found that this person definitely didn't learn it casually, it should be a martial arts passed down from his family.

Then this person, the ancestor of this village, is most likely one of the descendants of the authentic Bajiquan.

Xiong Zhan felt itchy for a moment, grinned and said, "Shall we pull it a few times?"

The young man was not polite, took two steps forward, raised his fist at Xiong Zhan, and said in a deep voice.

"Please enlighten me!"

Before he finished speaking, the young man suddenly stepped forward. Within one meter of Xiong Zhan, he suddenly raised his elbow and hit the opponent's chest directly.

This blow was accompanied by a swift and violent wind. If Xiong Zhan was hit, his sternum and ribs would probably be broken, and his internal organs would also suffer considerable damage.

Only then did Xiong Zhan realize that he had been careless. He originally thought that he was not as alert as he was on the battlefield because he thought it was a sparring match.

It was too late to dodge at this moment, so he hurriedly took half a step back and crossed his hands to block his chest.

There was only a muffled sound in his ears, and Xiong Zhan took three or four steps back, shaking his injured arms and baring his teeth.

"So fierce!"

The young man's face changed and he said with concern, "Brother, are you okay? I, I thought you could avoid it!"

Xiong Zhan was in high spirits and quickly shook his head and said, "I was careless for a moment, and I'll do it again!"

Before he finished speaking, he attacked first. He suddenly moved and within two meters of the opponent, he raised his leg and whipped him with a whip.

Xiong Zhan knew that Bajiquan was a short-fighting martial art and was good at close combat, so he used his strengths to offset his weaknesses.

The young man screamed at the right time. He did not dodge, but instead took a half step forward, stretched out his iron hook-like palms, and grabbed Xiong Zhan's ankle.

Xiong Zhan's leg was just a feint. The moment the opponent's hand was about to catch him, he suddenly retracted his leg, twisted his waist, and thrust his other leg in from the most tricky angle.

In the eyes of experts, his move is a 540-degree roundhouse kick, which is quite powerful.

Ordinary people simply can't handle this move.

The young man also saw the power, and immediately leaned back, an iron bridge came up, and he dodged the kick.

Xiong Zhan's fat thighs almost swept past the tip of the young man's nose, and the strong wind he brought up made the other man's hair dance wildly.

The young man straightened up suddenly and punched Xiong Zhan's waist like the wind.

At this moment, Xiong Zhan's body was still spinning. He had no time to take care of his back, and was about to be hit hard in the lower back.

But he had a physical advantage. He suddenly bent forward and aimed his huge butt at the opponent's fist.

Although this punch hit Xiong Zhan, it did not cause him any harm.

The young man didn't have much experience against the enemy. This was the first time he saw his opponent using a move like Iron Butt. He was immediately stunned and forgot how to deal with it.

Xiong Zhan's body spun, and he had already completed his turn. He roared, punched straight to the middle, and his fist as big as an oil hammer rushed towards the young man's chest.

At this moment, the young man had already seen that the other party was serious, so he put away his intention of underestimating the enemy. When his fist was about to touch his chest, he suddenly turned to the right, letting Xiong Zhan's fist hit the empty space against the clothes on his back.

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At the same time, he shrugged his shoulders and hit the outside of Xiong Zhan's arm. The young man slid along Xiong Zhan's arm to his back like a swimming fish.

Just as Xiong Zhan hurriedly turned around, the young man exerted force on his back and pressed against Xiong Zhan's plump back.

Xiong Zhan, who was turning around, felt as if he had been hit by a speeding car, and fell forward involuntarily.

After staggering for seven or eight steps, Xiong Zhan finally stood still and felt waves of severe pain in his back.

He secretly cursed what a powerful Tieshankuo he was.

This time, the real fire was unleashed. The veins on Xiong Zhan's forehead jumped, and he secretly gritted his teeth to give the young man a taste of his power.

The two men resumed their face-to-face position, but neither one was willing to attack first. They were slowly turning around like a grindstone, patiently waiting for each other's flaws, hoping to decide the outcome with one blow.

At this moment, a girl's voice with a clear voice sounded, "Brother, how can you fight with others casually? If grandpa finds out, he won't punish you by kneeling down for three sticks of incense!"

The young man hurriedly stopped his posture, cupped his fists at Xiong Zhan and said, "Brother, don't mind me, I hit a bit hard!"

Xiong Zhan did suffer several losses because he underestimated the enemy, but he could also see that the opponent was equally matched with him. If he really fought hard, the winner would all depend on luck.

It was really exciting to meet an authentic descendant of Chinese boxing in such a wilderness place. He immediately felt sympathy for each other and planned to have a good exchange with him.

There was a sound of footsteps, Xiong Zhan turned around and saw a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old walking out of the courtyard.

This girl is thin, has a yellowish complexion, wears a coarse cloth gown, and has two yellow ponytails on her head. At first glance, she looks like a malnourished Chaihuo girl.

She may look shabby, but her pretty appearance cannot be concealed.

If you supplement your nutrition well, you will definitely become a stunning beauty in the future.

"Brother, you still haven't returned home!" the girl said angrily.

Xiong Zhan said, "Don't be angry. Your brother and I are just competing, not really fighting. Your parents won't blame him if they find out!"

The girl ignored Xiong Zhan at all and dragged the man who kept turning around into the room. After that, the brother and sister never appeared again.

Xiong Zhan stood in the courtyard for a while, embarrassed, smiled bitterly and shook his head before leaving the courtyard.

When he returned to the big room where he was resting and saw Zhang Xuebing and others, he immediately recounted the experience just like a treasure.

Jiao Mujiao is also a martial artist, but he only learns the moves to kill enemies on the battlefield, and his moves can cost lives. He has rarely sparred with anyone, and he suddenly became greedy and wanted to know where the courtyard was.

Xiong Zhan knew how powerful the Jiaomu Jiao was, and he wanted to see the two masters compete. Just as he was about to tell the location of the yard, he heard someone speaking loudly outside.