The elders of the Dongfang family believed that a good successor should not only have a wise mind, but also a strong physique, so they invited famous experts to teach Dongfang Chenxing traditional martial arts when he was young. After twelve years,
, Dongfang Chenxing's martial arts has made great progress, and he has become a rare master among his peers. However, this is the first time he saw thousands of angry people going crazy, and he thought it was a fierce and roaring giant wave, and his small boat seemed like
It will be swallowed up and disappear at any time.
Dongfang Chenxing's face was a little pale, and the seven followers behind him were even more frightened, their faces turned pale, and they were trembling with fear.
"What are you doing, are you going to start a group fight?" The original gentleness was gone, replaced by a panicked look and a trembling voice.
Ximen Lang said calmly, "Everyone be quiet." Although his voice was not loud, it had a majestic tone.
The noise stopped immediately and the playground became silent.
Dongfang Chenxing stared at the face of the young man across from him, anger gradually flashed in his eyes, and became more and more intense. It was this guy who was having an affair with his cousin, which blocked his love path. He really wanted to skin him and eat his flesh!
Ximen Lang looked at him fearlessly, and two rays of lightning shot out from his dark eyes, which intersected with the opponent's flames, as if countless sparks burst out from nowhere. Damn it, I hate people who show off the most in my life.
, ran to Nanfeng High School and pretended to be here with me, I deserve a beating!
The expression on the other party's face changed slightly, but it did not escape Ximen Lang's attention. He smiled playfully, "Don't worry, don't be afraid, we don't even bother to fight with you in a group, let's fight alone." After a pause, he said: "
Everyone, please step back, no one is allowed to come forward."
After listening to the instructions of the school boss, many boys stepped back with a cheer, and the middle space was opened, forming a circle of about five feet.
Ximen Lang pointed at the opponent with his hand, raised his head and said, "Boy, how about we two challenge each other?"
Before Dongfang Chenxing could answer, the mountain eagle beside him rushed forward and scolded with an angry face: "Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to challenge our young master? If you want to challenge him to a duel,
You have to get through me first."
Ximen Lang nodded, "OK." Then he smiled and said, "This eldest brother is so tall, handsome, and talented. It's really admirable. What's your last name?"
Shan Ying couldn't help but be stunned after hearing these incomprehensible words, and asked in astonishment: "What are you doing..."
"Fuck|your|mother..."
After Ximen Lang cursed, he took advantage of his unpreparedness and struck out suddenly, punching Shan Ying hard on the cheek.
The mountain eagle tilted its head and spat out a mouthful of blood. The sunglasses on its face disappeared, revealing two small green bean-like eyes.
The misfortune was far from over. Ximen Lang shouted "Squat down," and his right leg had already been kicked out, kicking him in the stomach. The mountain eagle let out a painful cry of "Ouch" and squatted down involuntarily.
"Lie down..."
As the scolding came out, Ximen Lang jumped up and performed a sideways tornado kick. His leather shoe hit Shan Ying's head, causing him to see stars in his eyes and fall to the ground with a plop.
This kick was so severe that Shanying suffered a concussion. He struggled to get up with his hands on the ground, and raised his head more than two feet high, but fell to the ground again and could no longer get up.
There was thunderous applause from all around, and many onlookers cheered loudly, "Brother Lang, a good fight...well done..."
Looking with disdain at the mountain eagle still squirming slightly on the ground, Ximen Lang said coldly: "You remember, when I am talking to your master, it is best for lackeys not to interrupt?"
Dongfang Chenxing's fair face turned green as he said angrily: "But you also have to know that sentence, even if you beat a dog, you have to look at the owner."
Ximen Lang snorted coldly and said arrogantly: "You are wrong. Not only do I not look at the owner when I beat the dog, I also beat the owner as well."
Dongfang Chenxing laughed angrily, "Very well, the main purpose of my coming to Nanfeng High School is to defeat you, a guy I don't like. I didn't expect you to be so crazy. You really won't shed tears until I see the coffin."
"Really? Then let me learn the kung fu of Dongfang Chenxing, one of the top ten masters in Jiangnan, and take action."
The noise stopped, everyone's eyes were focused on the two equally handsome young men, and there was a tense atmosphere in the air.
The blue shadow flashed, and Dongfang Chenxing suddenly launched into action. Two snow-white palms rushed out one after another, like twisting poisonous snakes.
With just one move, Ximen Lang recognized that this was a snake-shaped trickster. He knew in his heart that this was a type of traditional martial arts. If he fought with it purely with fighting skills, he would definitely suffer. With a thought in his mind, he moved his hands with ten fingers.
Like a hook, grab the opponent's joints in reverse, grab his wrist with your left hand, and grab his elbow with your right hand.
Dongfang Chenxing's expression changed, and he lost his voice and said: "What's the master of the big capture?" He hurriedly swung his arms to get out of the way, and kicked the opponent's front door with a flying kick.
Ximen Lang sidestepped and sneered: "Let me deal with your snake-shaped hand with my big grasping hand?" He dodged like a civet cat, and moved forward again with his hands constantly changing, grabbing every joint of the opponent.
The two people flashed and fought fiercely together, both at very high speeds, and their techniques were also similar. They mainly pinched each other's joints, and occasionally used various kicking techniques, such as kicking, turning, point, kicking, wrong, kicking, and crushing.
There are endless methods of waiting for kicks, which is an eye-opener for everyone.
In fact, Ximenlang's kung fu is mainly based on the fighting skills he learned in the Death Rye Special Forces. Because of his laziness, he didn't learn much from his father's exquisite martial arts. However, the powerful grappling skills he is using now
Hands are what he is good at. This kung fu was not taught to him by his father, but by Nie Zhandong, a martial arts master from the Kingdom of Haignan. At first, he practiced this set of grappling hands just for fun.
After a while, when he was sparring with a palace guard, he accidentally used a few tricks to dislocate the guard's shoulder and made him unable to move. From then on, he developed a strong interest in this stunt.
I was interested and practiced for three months under the guidance of Nie Zhandong. I mastered this kung fu with my extraordinary talent. In the future, when I practiced alone, I actually created some tricks of my own, which were very good.
After fighting for a while, both of them received several blows. They felt that the other's palm was hard and the blows on their bodies were very painful. No one took advantage.
When the two people were staggered, Ximen Lang suddenly kicked him from the side from an unexpected direction. He kicked the opponent's back accurately, leaving a shoe mark on Dongfang Chenxing's sky-blue suit. He almost staggered.
fall.
A cold light flashed in Dongfang Chenxing's eyes, he gritted his teeth, stretched his right hand to his waist and pulled it suddenly, pulling out a shining silver soft sword. He turned around nimbly and stabbed the soft sword like a spiritual snake.