While Gong Er and Feng Zhou were talking, two old men stood behind a big tree in the distance, watching.
The man in front was wearing a long robe and mandarin jacket, with a melon skin hat on his head. His face was weathered, but his eyes were bright and deep, showing that this old man had experienced countless storms in his life.
This person is none other than Gong Baosen, the master of Xingyiquan and Baguazhang, and the head of the Chinese Samurai Association.
The old man behind him was slightly younger than him, tall and tall, carrying a big knife on his back, and a monkey sitting on his shoulder. His eyes were sharp, like a blade, and the beard on his chin was a bit unkempt.
This person's name is Jiang Fuxing, and he is Gong Baosen's personal servant. He has been following his master for more than ten years. The relationship between the two is as deep as that of biological brothers.
At this time, Gong Baosen asked: "Fu Xing, in your opinion, does this young man have the foundation?"
Jiang Fuxing frowned and said, "Sir, I think this guy is just afraid of speaking out loud."
"Oh, what do you say?"
"He is dressed like a foreigner, and he doesn't look like someone who practices martial arts in China. Among the foreign masters who usually fight against our Chinese boxers, none of them look like strong men, but he is only of average build and not very old. How strong can he be?"
At the same time, Gong Er had hit Feng Zhou with a palm. He was overjoyed. Then he turned around and appeared beside Feng Zhou. His right hand had already come out from behind and struck Feng Zhou on the shoulder.
She hit her opponent with two consecutive moves, but saw that her opponent didn't even dodge. She was so determined that she did not continue to send out the third move, but took a few steps back.
"Good Kung Fu! Second Miss, these two moves, regardless of the strength, the artistic conception of Baguazhang has already been achieved!" Jiang Fuxing praised.
Gong Baosen did not speak, but nodded slightly with a smile on his lips.
When it comes to martial arts, Gong Er, who is sixteen or seventeen years old, is still not good at it due to his age and daughter's body. However, in terms of moves and artistic conception, he is already somewhat proficient. He can easily deal with three or five ordinary young men.
But Feng Zhou was hit by two palms in a row, but he still stood there, motionless, with a faint smile on his lips, as if the two palms hitting him were like the breeze blowing on his face.
"Hey, why didn't you move?" Gong Er asked in surprise.
You must know that Gong Er's two consecutive strikes on the opponent were so powerful that even if an ordinary man did not fall down, he would still be staggered back a few steps.
Although it is said that women’s strength is a weakness when it comes to boxing, but it also depends on who is right.
If you compete with martial arts masters, you will naturally be at a disadvantage in terms of strength, but compared with ordinary men, this strength is not trivial.
She had only used three successful attacks in two consecutive attacks. Although she was only sixteen or seventeen years old, she was enough to defeat an ordinary strong man.
What's more, the person she was fighting against was just a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old?
But Feng Zhou seemed unaware.
Naturally, Gong Er and others didn't know that although Feng Zhou in front of them looked like he was seventeen or eighteen years old, he actually had a physique that he had developed after eight years of training using top-level physical fitness methods under the guidance of a top fighting coach.
It is on par with Bruce Wayne. It is forged through countless efforts and is close to the limit that the human body can reach.
Although the power of Gong Er's Baguazhang was strong, it was still immature and had no effect on Feng Zhou.
"This kid is so powerful."
Jiang Fuxing's face was shocked, and he was extremely surprised.
Gong Baosen narrowed his eyes slightly and then opened them. He didn't say a word, but his expression became more solemn.
Feng Zhou smiled faintly: "To tell you the truth, girl, I practice the indestructible magic skill of Vajra. Although I dare not say that I am invulnerable, hitting me with ordinary fists is almost like scratching an itch."
The indestructible magical power of King Kong?
The bragging went to the sky.
What's more, this girl's martial arts was carefully taught by her father. She practices Sanjiu in the winter and Sanfu in the summer. She has never slackened off for ten years. How can she be an "ordinary fist"?
Gong Er felt slightly angry and shouted: "What a shame! I will teach you a lesson, this fake monk who practices the indestructible power of the Vajra!"
After saying that, he stepped forward again, but his feet were wandering unsteadily, like a slippery fish. He hit Feng Zhou on the chest with a palm, turned around, then kicked his legs, raised his shoulders, and slammed his elbow into Feng Zhou's back.
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Baguazhang is not a head-on skill. Its characteristic is slipperiness, and its foundation lies in turning in circles.
Use the power of your palms while turning your body, constantly looking for the opponent's weaknesses, and then attack them.
"Second Miss has already shown her true strength. If that kid still wants to remain motionless and passively beaten like before, then he will be beaten." Jiang Fuxing sneered.
But at this moment, Feng Zhou's arms were drooped and motionless, as if he was being beaten passively, as if his whole body was full of flaws.
Gong Er used all his strength, and all kinds of moves came one after another like an antelope hanging its horns.
Every move and palm struck Feng Zhou, the force became stronger and stronger, and the strength became stronger and stronger.
But no matter how hard he hit, no matter how hard he hit Feng Zhou, the latter remained motionless, as if he were a fixed wooden stake. He couldn't hit it, and it didn't hurt.
Feng Zhou allowed her to attack with all his strength and remained motionless. Naturally, Gong Er would not attack his eyes, throat or other places.
Although Baguazhang has some bad moves, those who practice Baguazhang have martial ethics.
Gong Er encountered a "human stake" that could not be moved no matter how hard he hit it. He gradually got more energetic and started to hit the moves faster and faster. In the end, he saw only one person in the field not moving, and another figure turning around him.
The sound of shaking and cracking bones is endless.
But no matter how much strength Gong Er used and how sharp his moves were, Feng Zhou remained motionless, as if the fists and palms hitting him were really tickling him.
"How can this be?"
At this moment, Jiang Fuxing was dumbfounded, and even Gong Baosen couldn't help but widen his eyes, looking incredulous.
This person's hard work has actually reached this point?
How old is he?
After a while, Gong Er suddenly took a few steps back and shouted: "Why do you only defend and not attack? Could it be that your indestructible power is just the power of being beaten?"
Feng Zhou chuckled: "Since the girl wants to see my kung fu, there's nothing wrong with her."
As he spoke, his body moved, and he suddenly rushed forward, walking with his body, and struck Gong Er's face with a palm.
His move was really as fast as a rabbit and as fast as lightning. Gong Er was startled and quickly backed away. Then he turned around, with one palm in front and one behind, and joined hands with Feng Zhou.
Gong Er's father is the great master Gong Baosen, who is the direct disciple of Dong Haichuan. His skills are unfathomable and he usually teaches his daughter very attentively. At this time, Gong Er's set of boxing techniques is the essence of Baguazhang.
It's just that every time it hits Feng Zhou, it doesn't cause any damage.
The two of them fought, and Feng Zhou was the one who got beaten. After all, Feng Zhou used the big one to bully the small ones, so he provoked him without making a move. Every time his palm was about to hit Gong Er, he deliberately paused to avoid hurting the little girl in front of him.
He just wanted to see the prestigious Gong family's sixty-four skills and see the even more powerful Baguazhang in Gong Baosen's hands, not to bully women.
The two fought for a while, and Feng Zhou stepped back, jumped out of the circle, and said with a smile: "Girl, you have hit me a hundred times, you can take a break."
Gong Er was already panting slightly at this time, snorted arrogantly, but did not continue to attack, and asked: "The one you fought with me just now is very similar to Baguazhang. Why is it so weird? Who taught you?"