No one expected that Feng Zhou would have such a hard time dealing with the Bagua Zhanshen Sword, but dealing with two long weapons would be like chopping melons and vegetables.
So much so that before Zheng Shanao, the leading martial artist, could finish his words, Feng Zhou had already knocked away the two famous masters.
He knew that with Feng Zhou's surging energy level, peak human physical fitness, and years of fighting experience, it was no problem to defeat these boxers. All he was thinking about was how to defeat them with half of his strength.
"It is said that Jinmen is the capital of martial arts in the north, and the martial arts schools are full of famous masters. Now it seems that is not the case!"
"What kind of famous teacher? I think it's like a street vendor selling powerful pills. If you encounter real kung fu, you'll be knocked down in just a few strokes."
"Jinmen martial arts has been flourishing for decades, how come you are so vulnerable to a famous disciple?"
"Teaching martial arts in martial arts schools can enhance our country's prestige, but now these famous teachers are so weak, how can they enhance our country's prestige?"
"We sponsored martial arts schools in the past years in the hope that they would spread martial arts, strengthen their bodies, benefit the country and the people, and gain the support of the people. But they can't even defeat a twenty-year-old Professor Feng, so how can we support them?"
"Hmph! Our sponsorship in previous years is probably in vain."
Many merchants were talking a lot, each of them spoke in a bad tone, and looked at the many martial arts masters as if they were looking at enemies.
They are all laymen. They always watch these masters beat others and think that since they have profound skills and can be called masters, then the disciples they teach must have real skills.
Unexpectedly, I met the disciples of a real martial arts master. These famous masters came forward with weapons, but they couldn't last more than a few rounds. How can anyone respect this?
"Why!"
Han Fuju sighed softly.
"Why did Chairman Han sigh?" Zhang Xueming asked with a knowing smile.
"Ever since I started serving as a soldier, I have heard that there are many martial arts schools in Jinmen, and martial arts practice is popular. It is known as the capital of martial arts. There are famous teachers in each martial arts school, and each of them is a master with extraordinary cultivation. But I never expected that,
He is actually vulnerable in front of Professor Feng!"
As Han Fuju said this, he suddenly turned around and glanced at his adjutant Lin Xiwen.
I thought to myself: 'Isn't this Lin Xiwen also a Xibei guy?'
If he didn't learn real Kung Fu, wouldn't the fists and kicks learned by my old guard become just fake?
Lin Xiwen suddenly broke out in sweat and felt chilled.
He defected to Han Fuju and was promoted to be the adjutant of Chairman Han's bodyguard. One of the main reasons was that he was born in martial arts and had practiced kung fu.
Now it seems that the so-called famous masters in this martial arts school are all fake masters. In the eyes of Chairman Han, does Lin Xiwen have real kung fu? Then Chairman Han, Ha Hui will value Lin Xiwen in the future?
"Warlord!" Lin Xiwen whispered quickly: "My master Zheng Shanao is the top martial artist in Jinmen. He is outstanding in martial arts and has never lost his prestige in the past thirty years."
"Yeah." Han Fuju nodded, but he was thinking in his heart: "I originally wanted to invite Professor Feng to be my counselor. Now it seems that it is best for several of my subordinates to worship him as a teacher and learn some real kung fu, but not all of them can
A bunch of silver spearheads, why don’t Lin Xiwen mislead his disciples here!"
The audience's chatter became louder and louder, and the owners of the nearby martial arts gyms couldn't sit still.
If this continues, not to mention that Feng Zhou will kick eight families in a row, if he wins one more game, the reputation of Jinmen Martial Arts School will be trampled into the ground by him.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the masters of Yanqing Quan Zhao Yuke, the master of Bagua Zhanshen Sword Chen Sandao, the masters of Erlang Sword, and Guanwang Sword Liu brothers were easily defeated by Feng Zhou. Feng Zhou fought with them as if they were adults.
They were like children, and the masters of their martial arts schools were tortured like chickens. The gym owners felt a sense of sorrow for the death of a rabbit and a fox welling up in their hearts. They were dumbfounded and at a loss for a moment.
They had previously thought that many masters and famous masters would compete with Feng Zhou and grind with him in wheel battles. Even if they couldn't defeat him, they would still be able to exhaust his physical energy. Who would have thought that his kung fu would be so high!
I beat three levels in no time without even breaking a sweat.
If this continues, the dignity and reputation of the martial arts schools will be completely ruined.
"Brother Zheng, you have to take action now!" said a museum owner.
"Yes, only Brother Zheng can save some face for us."
"Brother Zheng, please take action."
Many gym owners looked eager, placing their hopes on Zheng Shanao, their top martial artist.
Zou Rong was sitting on one side, and no one looked at her.
At this moment, when only real kung fu was competing, the director of the Zhongzhou Martial Arts Gym, who only used his brains and words, was forgotten in the corner.
Zheng Shanao held the handrail tightly with both hands, his face almost watering.
He is self-aware.
Feng Zhou had defeated three companies in a row, almost as if they were in ruins. There was no one who could unite, and his momentum was at its peak.
Zheng Shanao knows the skills of the top three. To be honest, even compared with him, they are not much different. They are all genuine famous masters of Jinmen martial arts, and now they can even do Feng Zhou's physical strength.
Less than.
But he was old, and his energy and blood had already begun to decline. All he could rely on was a lifetime of martial arts experience. However, facing a master with an impressive record like Feng Zhou, he had no confidence at all.
He is afraid!
Because ever since he saw his apprentice following Chairman Han with his head lowered and not daring to look up at him, he understood that his apprentice took action but failed.
With Feng Zhou's ability in both civil and military affairs and his extremely clever mind, he must have understood that the person behind Lin Xiwen was Zheng Shanao.
So if you play on your own, your outcome will definitely not be as good as the previous three, and you may lose even more miserably.
When the time comes, my reputation and status in Jinmen will probably disappear in an instant.
But in the face of the expectations of the curators, can he refuse? Does he dare to refuse?
Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it!
Thinking of this, he let out a long breath, stood up, walked to the stage in a few steps, cupped his hands and said: "Director of the Martial Arts School, Zheng Shanao."
"I heard that Director Zheng practices the Three Emperors Cannon Hammer Boxing, which is passed down from our ancestors?"
Feng Zhou said calmly.
Then he shook his head, and without waiting for Zheng Shanao's reply, he changed the topic and said: "I heard that the Jinmen Martial Arts has a rule. If you want to challenge the top tier of the Jinmen Martial Arts, you have to go through each level one level at a time. That's it.
In the fourth level, why did Mr. Zheng come out like this? Isn’t this a violation of the rules?”
Zheng Shanao was stunned and didn't know how to answer. After a long time, he reluctantly said: "A martial arts contest is originally a matter between two people and is not for others to see. Rules exist in the industry and can also be abolished among experts."
Feng Zhou smiled: "Those who are not strong enough will have to be bound by your rules. Those who are too strong will not dare to mention the rules. What a great skill!"
Zheng Shan said proudly: "Mr. Feng, although the famous masters of Jinmen martial arts are not as good as you, their martial arts should not be lightly insulted."
"Haha! So just and so noble." Feng Zhou clapped his hands: "There are nineteen martial arts schools in Jinmen, which have been glorious for nearly 20 or 30 years, but I have never heard of any rising stars. Our Gong family's unique skills, plus me
There are three people who can inherit the mantle, whether it is a slight insult or a heavy insult, it is still your own doing."
He looked at Zheng Shanao with disdain: "I humiliated you today, I wonder if there will be anyone to avenge you?"
After he finished speaking, he showed his hands and said: "Director Zheng, take action!"