"President, I just want to ask Brother Wu about his kung fu."
Ma Hai bowed his hands to Bai Zhentian and said, "I'm a little itchy when I saw Brother Liu's lively fight just now. Brother Wu can kill Alessandro. His skill must be very impressive, right?"
There are two martial arts idiots in Hongmen. The first one is Liu Zimo. After he entered Hongmen, he started to challenge everywhere and saw many boxing routines in the world. However, at the beginning, Liu Zimo won less and lost more.
The second martial arts idiot in front of me is Ma Hai. He is forty-three years old, in his prime, and has become more and more refined in his outer martial arts.
In Hongmen, apart from Bai Zhentian, even Hong Chengtai was no match for Ma Hai. The two had a fight a few years ago, and Hong Chengtai was defeated.
Ma Hai had a good relationship with Liu Zimo. He was embarrassed to fight Liu Zimo, but he kept an eye on Qin Feng. He wanted to see if Qin Feng really had the strength to kill Alessandro as Bai Zhentian said?
"President, we also want to see Brother Wu's skills. Since Deputy Hall Master Ma has invited a fight, why not let them have a fight?"
When several people belonging to Lu Yangjing's camp saw that Ma Hai was going to challenge Qin Feng, they immediately started to join in. For them, the more chaotic the current situation, the better.
"Wu Zhe" is the guest minister personally nominated by Bai Zhentian, and he is also the only guest minister in Hongmen in the past few decades. If he loses this battle, it will not affect the fact that Bai Zhentian becomes the head of the clan.
But with "Wu Zhe" defeated in front of everyone, the prestige of Bai Zhentian, the new president, will surely take a hit, and I'm afraid he won't have the confidence to adjust the internal personnel of Hongmen.
"Damn it, after I sort things out, I'll kick all you bastards out one by one..."
After hearing what those people said, Bai Zhentian felt disgusted. If it weren't for the smooth transition, Bai Zhentian would have uprooted the influence of those old hall masters.
"Brother Wu, what do you think about this?" Bai Zhentian turned to Qin Feng and said with a smile, "How about, brother, you go out and walk around and let the brothers in the sect see it?"
Bai Zhentian had seen Qin Feng take action in the Italian restaurant. He knew that let alone Ma Hai, he would not be able to gain anything from Qin Feng if he ended up personally.
"Okay, then I will learn how to dismount the deputy hall master..."
Qin Feng nodded. He finally understood the reason why Chen Junhua didn't let him change clothes before. The boy had already thought that someone would challenge him today.
Qin Feng never sloppily handles matters. After agreeing to Ma Hai's challenge, Qin Feng immediately stood up, walked to the middle of the venue, and said to Ma Hai: "Deputy Hall Master Ma, let's just finish the order!"
There was no grudge between Qin Feng and Ma Hai. He could also see that this man was full of energy, but it was a sign that his martial arts had been practiced to the extreme.
If Ma Hai can go further, he may be able to break through the shackles and enter the realm of dark strength with external boxing. From then on, he can turn from the outside to the inside and make his body undergo qualitative evolution.
Of course, this step has trapped many martial arts heroes. In the era when martial arts was at its peak before liberation, there were only about a dozen master-level figures in the world, and now there are even fewer.
"Okay, Brother Wu is a cheerful person!"
Seeing "Wu Zhe", he did not shirk. Ma Hai, who had a bold personality, couldn't help but feel a little better for him, and said: "Brother Wu, don't worry, I will take measures in a measured way..."
"Thank you so much, Deputy Hall Master Ma!"
Qin Feng smiled when he heard this. Ma Hai practiced his maternal family's Golden Bell and Iron Shirt Kung Fu. It is a hard Qigong and has a very strong resistance to fighting. Generally speaking, masters who have not entered the Anjin cultivation level will not be him.
opponent.
"Deputy Hall Master Ma is an upright man, you should be careful when you take action..." Seeing the two of them standing in the middle of the venue, Bai Zhentian opened his mouth to explain.
"President, don't worry!" Ma Hai waved his hand nonchalantly. In fact, he didn't know that Bai Zhentian said these words to make Qin Feng show mercy.
Ma Hai stood there carefree, waved to Qin Feng, and said: "Come on, brother Wu, how old is Ma Hai compared to you? How about I give you three moves?"
The Golden Bell Cover Iron Cloth Shirt was born out of the Golden Bell Cover Qigong in Southern Shaolin.
When you first start practicing, you have to use a hammer made of broken cloth and hit it back and forth all over the body. At first, you will feel a lot of pain. After hitting for a long time, you will gradually feel no pain. Then change to a wooden hammer. When you hit with a wooden hammer and feel no pain, then
Replace the hammer.
When you feel no pain when struck with an iron hammer, you can use the method of Revealing the Truth, the method of Iron Cloth Shirt, and the method of Iron Ox Gong. If you practice this method for two or three years, your chest and back will be as strong as iron stone.
After practicing to this point, it is not only impossible to reach with fists and feet, but also difficult to be damaged by swords. After practicing, the bones in the chest, back, etc. are all merged and put together, as if they were born alone. If they are bare-armed,
, Kung Fu can also be seen at a glance.
At this time, Ma Hai was wearing short clothes, with his arms exposed, so Qin Feng could tell the depth of his kung fu at a glance.
During the war, Ma Hai always liked to rush forward with no shirt on. Cold weapons such as knives and axes had little effect on him. However, American gangsters only played with guns, and no one would argue with you about the morality of the world.
So after suffering two gunshot wounds, Peng Shanchen took him with him and let him serve as a Hongmen martial arts instructor, but he didn't want Ma Hai, a good young man, to be shot to death in vain.
"Brother Ma, how about we do this?"
Looking at the iron-like muscles on Ma Hai's arms, Qin Feng smiled and said: "In ancient times, competitions have always been divided into literary competitions and martial arts competitions. How about... let's imitate the ancients today?"
"Wenbi and Wubi?"
Ma Hai scratched his head when he heard this, and asked in confusion: "Brother Wu, I haven't been to school for a long time, so I really don't understand what you mean. Tell me, how do you compete in this literary competition? Wu Bi...
How do we compare?"
"The martial arts competition is the simplest. After we clasp our fists in salute, we can fight with fists and kicks. Whoever gets knocked down loses..."
Qin Feng said with a smile: "As for the literary competition, you and I each punch each other three times. Whoever can't stand it will lose..."
"Each one punches the other three times? Then whoever punches the other first won't have an advantage?"
Ma Hai looked at his fists, shook his head and said: "Brother Wu, we can compete in literary or martial arts, but if it's a literary contest, then I'll let you punch first..."
Ma Hai is an upright person. Since Qin Feng agreed to his challenge, it should be Qin Feng who decides how to compete.
Of course, neither of these two comparisons seems to put any pressure on Ma Hai.
Ma Hai has practiced the Kung Fu of the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt. The most important defense is Qin Feng's thin figure. Let alone three punches, even thirty punches. Ma Hai can withstand it even if he asks himself.
"This competition is quite novel, but that Wu Zhe will definitely lose!"
"Yes. Lao Ma has not only practiced the skills of the golden bell and iron cloth shirt, but also his iron sand palm is not jealous."
After hearing what Qin Feng said about the writing and martial arts competition, everyone in the venue immediately started talking quietly, and almost no one of them was optimistic about Qin Feng.
"Brother Wu, since Ma Hai said it, you should take action first!" Bai Zhentian, who was sitting in the main seat, suddenly said.
In fact, what many people don't know is that Ma Hai, a martial arts madman, challenges Bai Zhentian almost every year. In the first few years, Bai Zhentian dismissed him easily.
But in recent years, Ma Hai's external skills have become more and more refined, especially the power of his iron sand palms. Bai Zhentian has to spend a lot of effort to defeat him, and he doesn't dare to let those iron palms
The palm really hit me.
According to Bai Zhentian's idea, Qin Feng had not long since entered the realm of dark energy. Even if the skills he practiced were relatively special, he might not be stronger than himself. He was afraid that he would also be unable to use his body to withstand Ma Hai's iron sand palm.
"Why was it I who proposed the comparison..." Qin Feng shook his head and said, "Since Brother Ma wants Wenbi, of course Brother Ma must make the first move."
"Brother Wu, you are so brave!"
Ma Hai raised his thumb at Qin Feng and said: "Old Ma, my skin is rough and my flesh is rough, so it won't be a problem if I get hit a few times, but if I hit you, you won't be able to bear it..."
As he spoke, Ma Hai raised his palms. They were different from the palms of ordinary people. Except for the thumbs, the fingers of Ma Hai's palms were almost even, and they were covered with thick calluses.
"Brother Ma, with your iron palms, don't you have a master?" Qin Feng couldn't help but frown when he saw Ma Hai's palms.
Real iron sand palm requires the use of iron sand and medicine to practice. After hitting the sandbag or iron sand every day, the hands should be soaked in special medicine in order to disinfect and remove swelling and strengthen the muscles and bones.
Therefore, when Iron Sand Palm is practiced to perfection, the palms should be no different from ordinary people except for being a little thicker. Just by seeing Ma Hai's palms, Qin Feng knew that he had practiced the kung fu wrongly.
"Ahem..."
After hearing Qin Feng's words, Ma Hai showed a look of embarrassment on his face and said, "Brother Wu, to tell you the truth, Lao Ma's iron sand palm was indeed practiced by himself."
Ma Hai's master is a monk who has returned to the secular world. When the monk was young, he practiced the golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt purely for the purpose of strengthening his body and protecting himself, not to compete with others.
So after Ma Hai learned the Golden Bell Cover Iron Shirt, he discovered that he had actually learned the Kung Fu of being beaten at the door, and had no way of attacking at all. He went to ask his master for help, but even his master didn't know how to do it.
A few decades ago, Hongmen was still very concerned about inheritance. Since Ma Hai became a disciple of that fake monk, he could not learn other martial arts, which made the young Ma Hai a little depressed.
One day, Ma Hai was wandering in Chinatown and accidentally discovered some old books on an old man's stall. He was attracted by one of the worn-out fragments of a book about practicing iron sand palm, and bought it back as if he had found a treasure.
This secret book has long been in ruins, and only the first half of the volume is left, which explains the training methods and moves of Sha Palm, and explains its huge power.
Ma Hai, who was worried about not having any skills at the time, was immediately overjoyed. Without thinking much, he immediately started practicing according to the training methods mentioned in the secret book, soaking his hands in the iron casserole all day long.
After practicing this way for more than a year, Ma Hai found that his hands had undergone great changes. Although he could break more than ten bricks with one palm, his palms sometimes suffered from severe pain.
At that time, an old man from Hongmen looked at Ma Hai's palms and concluded that he had injured himself by practicing Iron Palm. Only then did Ma Hai know that practicing Iron Palm requires special medicine.
Iron sand palm is not a secret that is not passed down in the world. There are also people in Hongmen who are proficient in this palm technique. After that senior prepared medicine for Ma Hai, he was able to save his hands.
From then on, Ma Hai's hands became like this. However, this iron sand palm was very powerful because Ma Hai relied on half-assed secrets to practice it.
"Brother Ma, there are so many people waiting to watch the show, let's not delay." Qin Feng smiled and said: "I'll take your three palms first. I've heard for a long time how powerful the iron sand palm is. Brother Ma, you have to show your true skills.
ah……"
Before breaking through the realm, Qin Feng would never have dared to be so confident, but now his control over his true energy has reached a stage where he is confident that he can take on Ma Hai's iron sand palm.
"Do you really want me to fight first?"
Ma Hai hesitated for a moment and said: "Brother Wu, if nothing else, just because you dare to take Lao Ma's three palms, Lao Ma will make you your friend. Whoever dares to question you again in Hongmen should ask Lao Ma first.
Do you agree or not..."
In this world, there are people who rely on their drinking ability to make friends, but Ma Hai uses his courage to judge whether a person can be friends with him or not. Seeing Qin Feng's unchanging expression, he couldn't help but be impressed.
"Okay, I will give Brother Ma a few toasts later..." Qin Feng smiled and nodded.
"Then I have to fight first." Ma Hai is not the kind of mother-in-law kind of person. Since Qin Feng insisted that he strike first, he didn't shirk anymore.
"Wait a minute..."
Bai Zhentian interrupted the two of them and said, "Brother Wu, Ma Hai's iron sand palm can kill a cow. I think you should still compete with each other..."
Bai Zhentian fights Ma Hai every year and is well aware of the power of his palm skills. Even he doesn't dare to use his body to catch him. Qin Feng is so confident that he will definitely suffer a loss.
Moreover, the incident of Ma Hai beating the cow to death is also true. One year, Ma Hai participated in the Mad Cow Festival in Spain, and countless mad cows were chasing tourists on the whole street.
At that time, in order to save a little girl who couldn't dodge, Ma Hai slapped a mad cow on the head, and actually beat the cow to death.
"President Bai, it's okay. If Wu was not sure, he wouldn't dare to accept Brother Ma's three palms."
Qin Feng shook his head and rejected Bai Zhentian's kindness. He knew that many people would be unconvinced when he became the guest of Hongmen, but he wanted to use this competition to give those people a blow.
"President, don't worry, I won't hurt Brother Wu!" Ma Hai hugged his fists at Qin Feng and said, "Brother Wu, are you ready? I'm going to take action."
"bring it on……"
Qin Feng stood on the same spot with his feet uneven. Although his figure was slightly thin, he had an air of demeanor that gave people the feeling of being in a distant place, as if he was facing a towering mountain.
"Hey, isn't this young man simple?"
There were many experts in the field. After seeing Qin Feng's outward momentum, they immediately realized something was wrong. Now Qin Feng in the field seemed to be a completely different person.
"Huh? Sure enough, you have some skills."
After feeling the change in Qin Feng's momentum, Ma Hai's expression also became serious. His boldness does not mean that he is stupid, otherwise he would not have mastered this external skill.
"Brother Wu, be careful!"
Ma Hai took a deep breath and crossed his palms. The sound actually sounded like gold and iron, which showed that he had practiced iron sand palm to an extremely high level.
Now that he decided to take action, Ma Hai did not hesitate, took a step forward, and pushed Qin Feng's right shoulder with his palm.
To say that Ma Hai was very kind, he only used three points of force with this palm, just thinking about pushing Qin Feng to the ground and winning the fight.
But when Ma Hai pushed Qin Feng's shoulder with his right palm, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
Qin Feng's shoulders were as smooth as a layer of oil. Before Ma Hai could release his palm power, he felt his right palm slipping and hitting the empty space.
"How is this going?"
A look of horror appeared on Ma Hai's face. He never expected that Qin Feng really stood there motionless and received his palm forcefully.
