The fight was lively here, and several people from the side came to the field, clasping fists with each other, and then inviting a fight to the Taoist priests not far away.
Of course, there were not only those who faced the Taoist people, but there were also those who held swords, boasted about their martial arts skills, and spoke loudly to all the knights in front of them.
"Feel free to come forward."
For a while, the martial arts discussion at the Zhaijiao ceremony was a bit like a martial arts competition. The atmosphere was fiery and gradually took on the appearance of yesterday's Tao discussion.
Chen Yu watched the most eye-catching discussion between the two acquaintances for a while, then looked around and chose a location that was not far or near.
There happened to be a martial artist fighting there, so since he decided to practice his skills, he naturally had no hesitation.
First use your fists and feet, and then try the Qinggong footwork.
Chen Yu thought this way, as for the weapon and sword technique...there is nothing wrong with him.
Not only that, he also wanted to try the newly-baked viscera rebirth technique. This new technique includes internal training and external attack and protection.
It was a sound attack method that he came up with accidentally, but he integrated it into it. Now that part of the mental power of the internal organs can be reached, he happened to want to see what the combined effect of the mouth and tongue and the trembling of the internal organs would be with the combination of softness and strength.
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Tread!
After the thought fell, Chen Yu stepped out. While the others were still more or less attracted by Taoist Jiang and Qian Xuanzhong, he faced the man in front of him who was posing for a fight.
The man has a tiger-like back and a bear-like waist, a pair of tiger-like eyes like copper bells, and muscles all over his body. His arms are as thick as his thighs, and his palms are like cattail fans. He looks wolfishly at the young Taoist who is challenging him in front of him.
He is looking at it, and the other person is also sizing it up.
The Taoist priest is young, much younger than the two on the field. He is probably in his early twenties, and he has only been practicing Taoism for a few years.
Looking at the body shape, I can't say that I am thin, but I don't have a lot of meat. The bones are not too big, and my face is rosy and healthy. At first glance, I look like a young man who has never suffered.
"remarkably brave."
I don't know what he thought of, but the burly man put on a fierce smile that could scare a child to tears. He tried his best to imitate the appearance of the elders in his sect, showing concern for the younger generation.
After all, he was a Taoist priest, and this place was a Taoist gathering. There might be teachers around him who were paying attention. The man couldn't help but think that he would have to be gentler later, so as not to hit this person too hard and make him cry.
Just cause trouble.
Chen Yu didn't know that the man in front of him was having a lot of thoughts in his head, but he could still see that he was more or less contemptuous.
He didn't care, he was just here to practice, and he didn't have to beat everyone.
"Qingtai Mountain, Yunhe Temple."
He said it lightly and didn't even give his name.
Chen Yu cupped his hands and clasped his fists, and immediately opened his stance.
From the burly man's attire, body shape, and appearance, he roughly estimated the method of doing the exercises.
Apart from practicing fists and palms, your kicking skills should be pretty good.
Bang!
Chen Yu, who did not have the upper hand in body shape, took the lead and kicked off his feet, like a long snake coming out of its hole. During the shot, he formed a sharp beak with his two fists and struck straight away.
The burly man did not panic and struck vertically with one hand. After a loud sound, the two of them staggered apart.
The force was really strong. Chen Yu looked at his slightly numb right palm. If he hadn't changed his moves in time, this poke would have been broken as if it hit a steel plate.
Of course, he didn't use his inner strength.
"Come again!"
He turned around and landed a punch on his head, and was knocked away again, followed by another kick, which bounced from a strange place and swept across his waist and ribs.
The burly man's arms were like hammers, swinging and banging against them.
Chen Yu took a few steps back, looking like he was not in an advantageous situation. There was some dust on his body and he looked a little embarrassed.
However, the burly man no longer looked down upon him, his expression was extremely solemn, and he stared straight at him.
This man's strength is not small. The man's mind is ups and downs. Could it be that he is still a foreign martial artist? However, it is not obvious from Chen Yu's appearance, and he does not know what kind of foreign martial arts he has practiced. He has always been very confident about his "Bronze Body Kung Fu"
He has a lot of self-confidence, but before he achieves great success, he cannot display such strength.
Before he could figure it out, he saw the young Taoist rising up half his waist, his feet rippling twice like duckweed, and quickly flying towards him like a dragonfly touching water.
It was still a piercing hand, but before reaching into his arms, it suddenly turned into a fist and hit hard on the heart!
Boom!
Like the beating of a drum, the big man staggered back a few steps, his face white and red, his chest burning, his throat scratching, and he almost coughed.
"Boy, Sajia admits that he made a mistake, and he won't let you succeed again!"
Before he finished speaking, the big man boosted his energy and blood, stepped on the ground with dragon and tiger steps, folded his arms, and pushed his elbows to the outside.
As he got closer, he suddenly took a step diagonally.
Close to the mountain!
This move was quite powerful, and his shoulders and arms were tense and straight, making a crackling and trembling sound. Chen Yu wanted to get away, but found that the distance between the two sides was too close at this moment.
Without hesitation, he pressed down with both palms, causing a burst of wind from his palms.
There was a bang, and the next moment the whole person flew several feet away!
The burly man was unyielding and stepped forward, then spread his arms like a golden eagle and struck again!
Bang bang bang!
Chen Yu, who was barely able to get up, quickly parried. The two punched and kicked each other with great force, causing the people around them to disperse and attract a lot of attention.
"Eight Hammer Phi!"
Bang!
"Luoxiangbeng!"
Bang!
Bystanders can see the fight between the two as long as they are not blind.
The two figures, one tall and the other delicate, were fighting back and forth in the field. The situation gradually shifted towards the former.
It's just that in comparison, everyone is obviously paying more attention to the young Taoist who doesn't look so scary.
"Who is that person?"
"I don't know."
"However, he is not old, but his strength is not weak. He has fought thirty or forty moves against Xu Sangui in the Mangniu Fist without losing. He must have been born in Zhengyuan, Haiyun and other great views."
"It's possible, but why don't you see him using Zhengyuan Guan's Five-Animal Fist? Or Haiyun Guan's Qi Yunshou?"
"This...maybe he is from outside? Or a disciple of some hidden Taoist sect?"
"I think his two moves and footwork look more and more familiar. Could it be that he is the descendant of an old friend..."
"Can this old man see it?"
"Of course! I was very popular back then! The knights I've seen have more salt than you!"
Regardless of what happened off the court, Chen Yu on the court was not as worried as others. It was true that he was at a disadvantage, but he did not panic, but was very calm.
His expression was calm, and there was no other abnormality from beginning to end except that the corner of his mouth was pulled in pain and he grinned when he was flying close to him.
"..."
He was not in a hurry, but the burly man opposite him was becoming increasingly impatient.
This bastard Taoist priest is obviously training at Nazar's house!
The big man did not take the opponent seriously at first. After all, he is just a young boy who has just grown up. How much skill can he have?
But now he doesn't think so. Even if he uses 70% to 80% of his strength, except for some fighting methods, he still can't defeat the opponent.
Moreover, this little Taoist priest is becoming more and more slippery, visible to the naked eye, his footwork is becoming more agile, and his fists and kicks are not as reckless as they were at the beginning, and he has gained a bit of skill.
Boom!
The two of them bumped apart again. The burly man secretly rubbed his arms, feeling that his bones were about to crack. He clenched his front teeth. God knows how this guy is so strong. He also has that frame of bones. He doesn't look big, but he is.
Really hard as gold and iron.
After several repeated attacks, the big man watched the opponent's progress, and now he was able to use it repeatedly.
With a helpless expression, he looked at the Taoist who was flying away lightly, feeling that the impact he just had had completely lost its previous effect.
You can't even disrupt the opponent's steps.
"That's all!"
The man stood up and shouted, "The Sa family recognizes it."
"do not fight!"
Having said this, the burly man still clasped his fists before leaving the field.
Just when Chen Yu came back to his senses and was about to return the gift, he heard the other party shouting again: "Hua Buliu Qiu is like a loach! Just rely on this footwork, otherwise it will be a matter of a fist from Sajia!"
Rubbing his slightly red shoulders and arms, the big man thought that he would have some medicinal wine on his chest when he went back. He smiled and encouraged everyone in the audience to try it, saying that this Taoist priest was young, and his fists were as soft as a baby.
It's almost like saying that he is useless except for his footwork.
Chen Yu didn't think anything of it, but was very happy.
His eyes flickered, and he lowered his head to look at his palms. He felt that after the battle, he had gained a little more understanding of the martial arts of Yunhe Kung Fu, and he was no longer as unfamiliar as before.
It would be nice to have some more.
He doesn't care whether he can win or not, as long as he can practice.