ring of beasts

() While Yang Guang, the Tai Chi people, some martial arts comrades and some big shots in Chinatown were still not out of the duel arena, the news of the victory had already spread back to Chinatown.

"Victory in the contest." A young man of fourteen or fifteen years old who was still childlike ran back to Chinatown quickly.

I wish no one had thought of using the phone. It seemed that I had to shout out the feeling loudly.

"The duel is won." The young man trotted away, and his high-pitched and excited voice spread throughout Chinatown.

"Victory"

"Very good"

People in various shops in Chinatown couldn't help but rush to the streets and cheer.

In a relatively quiet street in Chinatown, a group of lion dancers were sitting on the floor with newspapers spread out.

Everyone was wearing yellow clothes, and there were lion heads and some gongs and drums around them...

Everyone was already well prepared, and they were about to beat gongs and drums as soon as the news of victory came. However, everyone felt a little uneasy. After all, you could win or lose in the competition. Although everyone tried hard to control themselves and not think in that direction.

"Captain, it's time for the competition to begin," asked an anxious young man wearing a lion costume.

"It should start in a few minutes," said a man in his thirties.

"It's a pity that I can't see the competition with my own eyes."

"You think this is a boxing match. People are signing life and death certificates. Too many people will be a disturbance to Master Yang."

"Hey, it's good even outside the duel arena. I can know the news of victory as soon as possible."

"We won the competition," the childish young man shouted as he ran past the lion dancers.

"real"

"Very good"

The members of the lion dance team stood up suddenly.

"Great, captain, let's do the lion dance," said the twenty-year-old team member.

After all, the captain was older. He was a little more steady. He ran two steps quickly and grabbed the young man who reported the news. "Xiao Shun, you mean, we won."

"Of course, Master Tai Chi Yang punched the Japanese warrior until he vomited blood and fainted." The young man quickly twisted around, broke free from the captain's big hand and ran away, continuing to shout news as he ran.

At this time, the captain finally received a call from the deacon of the General Chamber of Commerce.

"Brothers, start the lion dance," the captain shouted. His voice was a little hoarse. "Gongs and drums team, start the gongs and drums."

"Okay" everyone responded in unison.

Just as people in Chinatown were cheering enthusiastically on the streets, two teams of lion dancers suddenly burst out. The colorful lions were really beautiful as they swayed their heads.

"Dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong.

Every time the lion dance team passes a shop, the shopkeeper will light a long string of firecrackers.

Some elderly Chinatown residents stood in front of the shop they had run all their lives. Looking at the lively and festive atmosphere, they were not filled with joy, but with tears in their eyes.

Life for the Chinese in the United States is extremely difficult. Many people work hard all their lives. However, even so, they still cannot integrate into mainstream society in the United States. They can be regarded as the bottom class of society and are bullied by other races.

Therefore, in the United States, the Chinese are far more united than at home. They take any little bit of victory very seriously.

Some warriors were lucky enough to watch the competition between Yang Guang and Dongxiang Masao. Outside the basketball hall, these warriors turned into storytellers, and a group of people gathered in front of everyone.

A young martial artist was lucky enough to watch the competition with his father. Because his father arranged for him to go back to Chinatown first for something else, he came back first.

But when he arrived at the archway at the entrance of Chinatown, someone knew that he had gone to watch the martial arts competition. He was immediately stopped by a group of enthusiastic people who asked him to tell them about the martial arts competition.

The young man could not be pestered, so he had no choice but to start talking.

"Master Yang fired five shots in a row..."

"Sooner than later, the sharp samurai sword of the Japanese warrior slashed at Master Yang's pocket. At this moment, the blade was only more than one meter away from Master Yang." The young warrior explained loudly under the archway at the entrance of Chinatown with spittle flying around.

A scene of martial arts competition.

At this time, the members of the lion dance team also came here, followed by the carnival people.

Seeing someone explaining the martial arts competition, the lion dance team also refused to dance. Everyone took off the lion heads and surrounded them.

There were not many people at first, but now people from the inner and outer layers gathered around.

When the young warrior saw that there were more people, he became more energetic. He forgot about his mission and climbed up on the stone lion next to the archway.

“I only saw Master Yang”

"Let's start from the beginning," a young lion dance member shouted dissatisfied. They did not hear the previous plot.

"Yes, yes, let's start from the beginning."

"Tell it from the beginning"

Several hundred people outside the stone lion shouted loudly.

"Okay, okay" the young man said hurriedly. "..."

"The referee gave the order, and a ten-foot-long spear in Master Yang's hand stabbed five times in a row like a long dragon. When the Japanese warrior saw Master Yang firing five spears in an instant, his face turned pale with fear."

"Okay" everyone shouted.

"The Japanese warriors hurriedly fought and drew their swords quickly, but the Japanese warriors were no match for Master Yang. They were knocked back several steps by Master Yang's first move. ""Okay"" When Master Yang saw the Japanese warriors retreating, he immediately fired his spear again.

"Five shots" "Okay"... "Young warrior." Finally, the Japanese warrior's sharp blade slashed at Master Yang, only one meter away from Master Yang.

The faces of the people around the stone lion turned pale with fright, and they looked nervously at the young warrior.

"Guess what happened to Master Yang?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison.

"Go on," several young people couldn't help but scold him loudly.

"I saw Master Yang twisting his body, dodging the sword in an instant, and turned behind the Japanese warrior."

The young warrior listened again on top of the lion and looked at everyone with pride.

"Speak quickly, speak quickly" the crowd started to clamor again.

"Master Yang turned around and punched the Japanese warrior on the back."

The young warrior paused again. Seeing the unkind expressions of the people under the lion, he quickly continued speaking.

"The Japanese warrior suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. Then his face showed bitterness, and then he spit out another mouthful of blood. Then he slowly fell to the ground and could not get up again."

"Okay" everyone shouted under the lion and immediately clapped again.

"Da Ming, how are you doing with the things I arranged for you?" the old man who was mastering kung fu shouted to the young warrior on top of the lion from a distance.

"Dad, I. I" the young warrior blushed.

"Why don't you go see if the table is ready?" the old man roared.

"Oh." The young warrior quickly jumped off the lion and ran away quickly.

It turned out that some martial arts comrades and some big shots from Chinatown accompanied Yang Guang back. The owner of the boxing gym, who was also the referee of Yang Guang's duel, sent him back to see how the banquet was being organized.

Naturally, everyone wanted to set up a banquet to celebrate Yang Guang.

Although Yang Guang is a Tai Chi warrior, this victory is regarded as a victory for Chinese martial arts. Although other boxing schools are also very envious, most of them are still happy.

"That's Master Yang." Someone in the crowd knew Yang Guang and couldn't help shouting loudly at this moment.

Everyone cheered and surrounded Yang Guang.

"Master Yang, tell me about your martial arts competition."

"Talk about it"

When they heard that Yang Guang himself was coming, the people in Chinatown cheered and came out, and there were even more people around.

Of course, everyone would rather listen to Yang Guang himself telling the story of the competition.

The loud voice of the old man of the boxing was heard over the crowd, "Master Yang is very tired now. He needs to rest. Please give way to all the neighbors."

When everyone heard this, they immediately became quiet and the crowd automatically made way for them.

Yang Guang clasped his hands in fists, saluted everyone around him, and then walked through the crowd.

But when passing through the main street, both sides were still crowded with people, leaving only one person wide enough for Yang Guang to pass.

Yang Guang naturally bowed his hands in salute.

Everyone hopes to see the legendary hero, because it is said that the person competing with Master Yang is not an ordinary Japanese warrior, but a master of the eighth level of swordsmanship, and is the strongest man in the Japanese country.

Moreover, it is a life and death certificate. It is by no means as easy as a martial arts performance competition. Maybe I really have to say goodbye.

It seems that this kind of thing can only be seen in movies. I didn't expect that this kind of thing really happens in reality.

Fortunately, Yang Guang's image did not disappoint everyone.

The next thing is naturally to open a few tables and everyone enjoys the wine.

Naturally, the only people who could accompany Yang Guang were some martial arts masters and some big shots in Chinatown.

Time moves forward a little.

After Yang Guang defeated Dongxiang Masao, everyone naturally came up to congratulate Yang Guang one by one.

Naturally, the Japanese side carried Dongxiang Masao, who was vomiting blood, and walked away in despair.

It's just that there was a thin young man on the Japanese side who didn't leave, but walked straight towards Yang Guang.

"You are very good, you can be my opponent" said the young man.

Seeing that he had such a loud tone, all the young warriors wanted to beat him up, because Yang Guang has become everyone's idol at this moment, and naturally he will not allow others to slander him at all. "Why don't we make an appointment for a duel another day?" "That young man is serious.

said.

"If you want to slap me in the face, I will help you." An angry shout rang out, but it was not Yang Guang who spoke, but Yang Guang's senior brother Zhang Shengqiang.

Yang Guang naturally remained silent, the trees were still and the wind was still blowing. Now he was famous. Is it possible that in the future, cats and dogs would challenge him for a duel?

, there is really no way to retreat. Even if he doesn't like to be in the limelight, he can't just watch the fire from the other side and stay out of the matter.

Although Yang Guang feels that the Japanese martial arts may be good, he does not believe that he can defeat the eighth level of swordsmanship.

And since he had already defeated the eighth level swordsman of the Japanese country, Yang Guang, a brat of the Japanese country, was certainly not willing to take action easily. If he defeated him, he would not bring any more glory to himself.

Besides, he doesn't have time either. Because Yang Guang has decided to set off to visit the "Treasures of Heaven and Earth" again in the near future. This competition is just a small episode.

Therefore, when Yang Guang saw Zhang Shengqiang taking the initiative to block a duel for him, he was naturally unwilling to take the initiative to take matters into his own hands.

"You are no match for me," the Japanese young man said seriously.

"You, let's compete now." Zhang Shengqiang rolled up his sleeves angrily.

"You are really no match for me"

"Come on, come on." Zhang Shengqiang was already furious.

"Stop. Sheng Qiang," Uncle Yang said, "Young man, you have already lost the eighth level of Kendo. Why are you still making noise here? Are you even better than the eighth level of your Kendo?"

"No," the young Japanese shook his head, "I can't compete with him in martial arts, but he is no match for me."

When everyone heard "Pfft", they laughed contemptuously. What kind of logic is this? Where do children come from to talk crazy things? Just like someone said: Zhang San is richer than me, but I am richer than him.

Everyone ignored him and packed up their bags to go back to Chinatown.

"I will force you to duel with me," the young Japanese man said, clenching his fists as he looked at Yang Guang's leaving figure.

Yang Guang did not take this young and thin Japanese seriously, but he later regretted it.

After enjoying the excitement in Chinatown, Yang Guang and his fellow masters returned to the Tai Chi gym.

Naturally, the more the masters looked at Yang Guang, the happier they became. This time, Yang Guang undoubtedly demonstrated the power of Yang Style Tai Chi to a great extent.

Not only did it overwhelm all the fellow martial arts practitioners, but it also challenged the prestige of the Japanese country. The popularity of Yang style Tai Chi in North America was unparalleled for a while.

And everyone also knows that although everyone talks about the Japanese country and the Japanese country all day long, the swordsmanship of the Japanese country does have its merits. At this moment, even the masters dare not say that it can beat the eighth level of swordsmanship.

Everyone thinks that the reason why Yang Guang is so powerful here is that he has a trace of innate Qi in his body and is a natural master of martial arts.

Over time, it has skyrocketed.

The masters were chatting enthusiastically on one side of the boxing gym. At this moment, Yang Guang was pulled aside by some young warriors from other boxing sects and went to teach them martial arts.

"Brother, do you think that old routine can be taught to Guang'er?" Master Yang brought up the old story again.

"Yihai, I will go back to China and report to the old clan leader. This time Yang Guang has demonstrated the majesty of our Tai Chi. Although he is not a direct descendant, there should be no problem in passing on his old skills," the white-bearded old man said confidently.

"Brother, that" Yang Yishan, Master Yang muttered, "Yang Guang him"

"What's wrong"

"He didn't worship me as a disciple," Master Yang said hesitantly.

"What?" Everyone was surprised. Even Master Yang was no exception.

When Yang Guang first arrived at Master Yang Yishan's Tai Chi gym, everyone shouted "Master Yang", "Master Yang", and he followed suit.

But this master is not that master.

Later, when he arrived in the United States, Uncle Yang Yihai saw that Yang Guang had learned Tai Chi spear skills and other uninherited secrets. He thought that Yang Yishan had accepted Yang Guang as his apprentice, so he asked Yang Guang to call him his uncle. Yang Guang and Tai Chi

The boxing sect is also very emotional, and calling Master Yang Master Yang comes from the bottom of his heart, which can be considered half truth and half falsehood.

After going back and forth, everyone thought that Yang Guang had become a disciple of Yang Yishan, but no one thought that Yang Guang had not actually performed the ceremony of becoming a disciple.

A real master is required to kowtow and serve tea, and has a post about becoming a master, and his name must be recorded in the family pedigree.

"Nonsense!" the white-bearded old man yelled at Master Yang and Uncle Yang.

Master Yang and Uncle Yang were too shy to speak, especially Master Yang, whose face turned pale and blue.

Both of them passed on some of Yang Guang's secrets that were not passed on, which was a small matter. After all, all the masters also loved Yang Guang very much. They made such a big contribution this time, so they learned spear skills and fighting skills.

There is nothing wrong with boxing skills. But the "old frame" is the most important thing. Without a formal apprenticeship, it is impossible to teach him this set of boxing.

The key thing is that Yang Guang is now representing Yang Style Tai Chi to defeat the Japanese eighth-level swordsman. Yang Guang, the Tai Chi master who has been rumored outside, is not a real disciple of Yang Style Tai Chi. If this spreads out, it will not be known.

People are laughing their heads off.

It is impossible that just because Yang Guang has practiced Tai Chi for a few days, he is considered a true disciple. After all, there are so many people practicing Tai Chi. With so many foreigners practicing Tai Chi in the boxing gym, can they all be considered disciples of Yang Style Tai Chi?

"Fortunately, it's not too late to remedy this problem." The white-bearded old man knocked on the table and said, "Now that everyone is here, let Yang Guang come in to kowtow a few times and offer you a cup of tea. This can be considered as a true disciple of my Yang Style Tai Chi sect."

Already."

Someone called Yang Guang over.

"Guang'er, your martial arts qualifications are very good, because you contain an innate true energy in your body. This true energy is what warriors dream of. No matter how many people practice martial arts all their lives, they may not be able to develop even a trace of it." Master Yang said softly to Yang Guang

He said, "Actually, I have discovered the true energy in your body before, but I was just afraid that you would be proud, so I never made it clear."

"Guang'er, I also have a set of old-style boxing skills in my Yang Style Tai Chi. After practicing this set of boxing skills, you can continuously strengthen the true energy in your body and allow you to continuously climb to a higher level of martial arts." Master Yang said, "In time,

ri, will become a martial arts master.'

"Yang Guang, I heard that you have not actually performed the apprenticeship ceremony, so this set of boxing skills cannot be taught to you." The white-bearded old man continued, "Everyone is here today. You kowtow three times to a mountain and offer a cup of tea."

, I will report to the old patriarch when I return home, and I can teach you this set of boxing skills."

Master Yang Yishan was actually a little nervous inside. After all, Yang Guang will become a great master in the future. Now he has been beaten to the point where he cannot find the eighth level of Japanese Kendo. If he practices his old tricks, it will be okay.

He has become the master of the master.

"Lao Jia" Yang Guang murmured. This was the first time he had heard of this boxing technique.

No wonder, Master Yang and Uncle Yang all have a trace of Qi in their bodies, which turns out to be the reason why they practiced this boxing technique.

Nowadays, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is so scarce, and they don't have a magic weapon like "Qi Gathering Cauldron", but they can still practice true energy. It seems that this "old-fashioned" boxing technique has something good about it.

Since the function of "Laojia" is to strengthen the true energy in the body, it should also be extremely beneficial to you. It should also speed up your ability to absorb the spiritual energy of the world and reach the elixir stage faster.

"Yes, Laojia, after I become my master, I can pass it on to you," the white-bearded old man said kindly.

All the old men smiled and nodded, looking at Yang Guang happily.

However, all the old men's smiles immediately turned pale, especially Master Yang Yishan's face turned pale.

Because, Yang Guang slowly shook his head. (To be continued.)