The audience shouted loudly, applauded, and stamped their feet. The shouts gradually turned into neat slogans.
"Mr. Fei is mighty!"
"Mr. Fei is mighty!"
Old man Li Cunyi was old, and he couldn't clearly see the situation just now with his reading glasses. On the other hand, the younger man Sun Lutang, with his eyes shining brightly, exclaimed: "Good, good! He is as still as a loose ball, and moves as fast as a rabbit."
, this punch is so deep into the essence of Taihe Quan, I am afraid that if the punch passes by, the Japanese's heart will be shattered while he is still in the air."
Old man Li Cunyi smiled and said: "You monkey, you are thinking of recruiting a disciple."
Sun Lutang has been recruiting apprentices for years, but none of them really satisfied him. Previously, he held martial arts lectures in parks in the capital with the goal of discovering talented people. A few years later, the old man even publicly advertised in newspapers to accept apprentices.
Those who respond to the time gather together.
Seeing that Fei Jingting's movements and gestures were filled with the spirit of Taihe Quan, Sun Lutang was really interested in accepting a disciple. However, he couldn't say this clearly, and he had to tentatively ask Fei Jingting.
So he stroked his beard and smiled without saying a word.
Not far behind him, Kenta Kurosaki changed into ordinary clothes. He looked like a Chinese commoner and mingled with the crowd. His eyes were fixed on Fei Jingting on the ring, trying to detect Taihe from his every move.
The essence of boxing. It’s a pity that the guy with the spear just now was too poor. Fei Jingting ended the fight with just one move.
At this moment, Kenta Kurosaki is completely a martial arts fanatic. He doesn't bother to care about the honor of his family and country, and is obsessed with learning Taihe Quan. He even went to the bank early this morning to exchange all the money in his hands for silver dollar certificates to make up for it.
There were 20,000 yuan, and he planned to give them all to Fei Jingting afterwards, as a ceremony of apprenticeship.
Kenta Kurosaki, the person who was about to take the stage, didn't know him either. He muttered and secretly encouraged his compatriots, not for anything else but to stretch himself out for more time and let him observe more.
Some people nearby were unhappy and turned around and asked, "Huh? Why don't you help Mr. Fei cheer up?"
Kurosaki Kenta can speak Chinese, but his accent is very strong. He is a man who knows how to adapt. He pointed to his mouth and said "Abba Abba" twice, and the question suddenly became clear: "Oh, it turns out he is mute. Come on, forget it.
I'm too busy."
He turned around and said to his companion: "After today, Mr. Fei will probably become famous all over the world... Did you see? Even the mute came to support Mr. Fei!"
On stage.
The Japanese man on the field is of average stature, holding a weapon that looks like a sword. This is a Japanese naginata, and most of its practitioners are women, but those like the guy in front of him are rare.
As the saying goes, "One inch long, one inch strong." This man didn't waste any time. He took the sign of life and death and wrote his name. After Fei Jingting finished writing, before the old man beside the ring could speak, the man shouted and raised his naginata.
Then he slashed at Fei Jingting.
This naginata doesn't have many moves, but its moves are deadly and extremely quick.
Of course, this so-called swiftness depends on who it is, at least it is nothing in Fei Jingting's eyes. He sideways dodged the first knife, and the second knife struck in succession. Fei Jingting raised his foot and kicked the long handle, cutting it.
Entering the opponent's center line, a seemingly light punch landed on the Japanese's chest, and then retreated far away.
The Japanese looked down at his chest and felt nothing strange. He raised his naginata and was about to shout. His expression froze for a moment, then he dropped his naginata and covered his chest. He took a few steps back and spit out blood. He fell to the ground and died.
"good!"
"Good job Mr. Fei!"
"Okay~"
As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, and experts watch the door. Not to mention the two martial arts masters Sun Lutang and Li Cunyi, even the late Han Muxia also noticed that Fei Jingting's punch used Huajin.
Boxing is divided into Ming Jin, Dark Jin, and Hua Jin. Beginners use Ming Jin, and after a little practice, they will switch to Dark Jin. What is Dark Jin? Soft Jin!
This softness does not mean being weak and weak, it is not called softness and strength, but it means that there is strength in the softness.
When An Jin is practiced to the extreme, it will turn into Hua Jin. At this point, the mountains are not mountains, and the water is not water. Normally, every punch will be punched with An Jin, and any move or gesture can hurt someone!
Later, Sun Lutang was locked up by five Japanese. He broke free within three seconds and threw the five Japanese several feet away. He used his strength.
Just like Fei Jingting's punch just now, it seemed to be very weak, but it hit the body, the force penetrated the body and damaged the lungs, causing him to vomit blood and die in an instant. It was an out-and-out transformation of strength.
A young man from the Samurai Association who was traveling with him shouted: "An Jin! This Mr. Fei is so powerful. He has mastered An Jin at such a young age!"
Han Muxia shook his head and said: "How can this be An Jin? It's clearly Hua Jin."
"Ah?" The young man who just spoke was shocked.
Sun Lutang looked regretful and said: "It is indeed a transformation of strength. This kid is really talented."
Li Cunyi laughed and said: "You're such a bastard, you still want to accept someone as your disciple...how about it? I've already developed Huajin myself, why do I need you to teach me?"
"Hey, that's all. There is no way to accept this apprentice. I can only treat him as a friend who has never forgotten his years."
On the other side, the Japanese people's expressions were not right. Not to mention Ishii Kaho, even Yoshida Shigeru had a dark face.
Two military masters came up and were beaten to death without even completing a round. Otherwise, if Fei Jingting was killed, where would the empire's face be?
Yoshida Shigeru restrained his annoyance and asked in a low voice: "Ishii-san, is this your arrangement?"
Ishii Kaho ignored it and waved directly to his subordinates, who hurriedly went to arrange matters.
After a while, three Japanese came on stage one after another, two holding samurai swords and one holding a dagger.
The guy holding the dagger took two steps forward and said in half-baked Chinese: "Feisang, you are... very powerful, I can't beat you. Do you dare to accept the challenge of the three of us at the same time?"
The Japanese's words immediately caused a chorus of curses from the audience.
"Shameless! If you can't win a wheel battle, let's join together. Do you, Japan, still want shame?"
"Bah! Little Japanese, you have no good intentions."
"Mr. Fei, you can't promise the Japanese!"
Fei Jingting was very happy on the stage. He had known for a long time that the Japanese had bad intentions. They couldn't beat them one by one, so they planned to come up and fight in a group... Oh, this was a wrong calculation.
Fei Jingting's Taihe Quan has made some progress these days, and it is no longer Wu Xia Ameng.
It's just three Japanese people coming up to fight in a group. If he can't defeat them, then why should he practice Taoism?
He smiled and said: "Okay, then you can sign the life and death certificate together."
"So... thank you Fei Sang for your understanding!" Ueto Ryohei bowed slightly to Fei Jingting, stood up and waved to his two companions to quickly sign the life and death certificate.
The Japanese nation is like this, bullying the weak and admiring the strong. Fei Jingting showed his strength on the stage, and Ueto Ryohei was afraid of him, but he also respected him.
So some ethnic groups just deserve to be beaten!
After signing the certificate of life and death, the three people surrounded Fei Jingting in a "pin" shape. Two men holding samurai swords slowly approached, attracting Fei Jingting's attention. The one holding a dagger was probably planning a sneak attack.
Wandering around, looking for opportunities for sneak attacks.
But what surprised Fei Jingting was that the three people turned around twice but never made a move.
Fei Jingting was a little impatient, and just as he was about to take the lead, an ominous premonition arose in his heart. The practice of Tianmu Technique not only cultivated his eyes and soul, but also sharpened Fei Jingting's mysterious sixth sense.
Fei Jingting didn't even think about it. He opened and closed his eyes and opened his yin and yang eyes. All the qi around him came into his mind. He carefully distinguished and looked for the source of danger.
The warning signs in his heart increased sharply, and Fei Jingting immediately ducked down to dodge. He vaguely heard small things flying past him, and stood up to locate the source of the danger.
The sneak attacker was so cunning that he could not succeed in one attack and immediately escaped into the crowd.
Fei Jingting couldn't help but throw out the flying knife, and immediately shouted to the audience: "Fu Yunzhao, take him down!"
Fu Yunzhao had been eating wildly before. He was also a monk, so his feeling was not much different. When Fei Jingting ducked down, Fu Yunzhao immediately dropped the food in his hand and fixed his eyes on a short man.
When Fei Jingting's shout came, Fu Yunzhao had already taken action. There was a dense crowd here, and it was difficult to use other techniques and release the little white snake. Fu Yunzhao simply raised his hand, and the Yin Snake Gu flew away with the strong wind.
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The ninja who was squeezing around in the crowd first felt a cold in his abdomen. He took a few steps away and suddenly felt cramps in his abdomen. He opened his mouth and spat out a stream of black water.
"Bitter and tired...Nanda?"
He looked at the black water in his hand, and was surprised at first, then the colic that hit him made him miserable, and he began to cry out.
"Hey, don't be too crowded..."
"What the little thief is talking about is Japanese, huh? He's vomiting black water."
"Killing, killing..."
The surroundings were in chaos, and a few steps suddenly appeared. The ninja wailed and knelt on the ground, unable to leave. This was just the beginning. Fu Yunzhao was angry in his heart, and it was enough to disturb him from eating. He unexpectedly attacked brother Jingting. It was simply unforgivable.
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The little girl pinched the spell, murmured words, and struck the ninja with a tight spell over and over again, giving the ninja a splitting headache and wanting to cut his head open!
Sun Lutang didn't understand why Fei Jingting suddenly evaded him at first, so why didn't he understand this? He immediately jumped up and cursed: "It's extremely shameless!"
Li Cunyi even whispered to the disciples beside him: "Find an opportunity to become that Japanese!"
The scoldings of the martial arts people spread. Yang Jinglin's face turned dark immediately. He grabbed one of his subordinates and ordered: "Go and arrest that bastard!"
The subordinate was startled: "Ah? This...director, that is Japanese!"
"The one who stepped on the horse, even the British were caught today! If anything happens, I will be there to take care of you. What are you afraid of when you step on the horse?"
The subordinate gritted his teeth, called a few patrol officers and went over.
Before I even arrived, I heard the people shouting: "Dead, this guy is dead!"
The poison of the Yin Snake Gu is not that great. Unless you are old and frail, you will not die so quickly. This little girl Fu Yunzhao got very angry. After tightening the curse, she used the Muscle-Eating Gu... Just by the name, you can tell that she was hit.
This thing must be so painful.
So this ninja was not poisoned to death, but was pained to death!