"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Come on, come on. Stop grinding."
When he was really angry, Taoist Master Long Yun didn't look like a master. He was no different from a street gangster.
This was actually not the case before.
He attaches great importance to self-cultivation.
This was because I had been hanging out with Tang Xiaobao for a long time and was affected by it.
You must know that if Tang Xiaobao were to discuss martial arts, he would definitely crush him ten thousand times, no matter how good he was.
Tang Xiaobao is an expert, right?
yes.
Does Tang Xiaobao have the demeanor of a master?
No.
Not at all.
Ye Jianming and Mo Xinyi glanced at each other, stopped talking nonsense, and pounced directly.
This time, Mo Xinyi used a twelve-way spring leg, specializing in Taoist Master Long Yun's lower plate, while Ye Jianming used a crazy fast attack, specializing in Taoist Long Yun's upper plate.
The two of them cooperated quite well.
If it were anyone else.
No one in Hong Kong's martial arts community could withstand the crazy attack of the two of them.
After all, these are two masters.
Unfortunately, what they met was a real martial arts master, Wudang Master Long Yun.
Taoist priest Long Yun twisted around to avoid the two men's attacks. His body floated over their heads and landed a few meters away.
"One move!"
He actually started counting them himself.
Ye Jianming and Mo Xinyi both felt a thump in their hearts.
However, it’s only ten tricks.
As long as he keeps attacking and doesn't give Taoist Master Long Yun a chance to take action, he still has a good chance of winning.
Even if he wins, his face will be dull.
But they needed this victory so much, otherwise, they would be so embarrassed today.
From a certain perspective, Ye Jianming is actually right. He is also fighting on behalf of the Hong Kong martial arts community.
There is no room for error.
As long as the Shenlong Wulin Group can withdraw from Hong Kong, then they will be the biggest contributors. Who dares to make irresponsible remarks? Personal honor and disgrace are nothing.
"Two moves."
Taoist priest Long Yun twisted around to dodge the two attacks and retreated again.
The two became more confident and attacked harder.
"Three moves."
"Four moves."
"Five moves."
Ye Jianming was secretly happy.
More than half of the ten moves.
If you survive five moves, you will win.
Of course, he was also a little nervous inside.
So far, Taoist Master Long Yun has not taken any action, and his face is calm. It seems that he must have cards and confidence.
Now he couldn't care less, so he attacked again.
"Six moves."
"Seven moves."
"Eight moves."
There are two more tricks.
"Humph, I won't play with you anymore."
After Taoist Master Long Yun counted to the eighth move, he didn't retreat anymore. Instead of retreating, he faced him forward.
Ye Jianming didn't think much, and quickly hit Taoist Master Long Yun's chest with a pair of fists.
It's a pity that it's like an iron plate when you start.
He only punched twice, and his arms were numb from the shock.
Mo Xinyi also kicked Taoist Master Long Yun in the knee.
His expression changed.
My whole leg was sore from the shock.
Iron shirt?
Golden bell?
Is there really such a martial arts?
This idea came to both of them at the same time.
They actually encountered the legendary iron shirt and golden bell.
However, they did not have time to think or express their feelings anymore, Taoist Master Long Yun had already stamped his palm on Ye Jianming's chest.
Ye Jianming was beaten back for more than ten meters, and finally regained his balance.
Taoist priest Long Yun grabbed Mo Xinzhu's ankle with one hand and kicked him.
Mo Xinyi was not so lucky, and his whole body flew out.
Bang!
Mo Xinyi fell to the ground a few meters away, with stars in his eyes, a sharp pain in his chest, and then he vomited out a mouthful of blood.
As if it was agreed upon, Ye Jianming, who had insisted on standing just now, suddenly fell to the ground, with the same "wow" sound, and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.
Everyone present was shocked.
Isn't this too strong?
With just one move, two martial arts masters were defeated, and they were defeated so miserably?
The first eight moves are indeed just for fun!
Taoist Master Long Yun glanced at the two people on the ground with contempt, stretched out his hand and flicked the Taoist robe twice.
In fact, his robe is very clean.
From the beginning to the end, neither of them touched each other.
"Is this the Taishan Beidou of Hong Kong's martial arts world? It disappoints me so much. I told you that from today on, all your boxing gyms will be closed. Otherwise, I will come to your door one by one to kick the gym."
After saying that, Taoist Master Long Yun turned around and left.
No one dared to stop him.
When he reached the door, Taoist Master Long Yun turned around again and said, "I'm too lazy to go looking for each other one by one. I'll give you two days to discuss it. I just said that the Shenlong Wulin Group will be stationed in Hong Kong. I came here according to the rules of the Wulin.
If anyone is dissatisfied, he can come to me.
I live in the Minghua Hotel. If we want to live in harmony and develop together, then we must cooperate. If anyone dares to play with a knife behind his back, he must follow the rules of our martial arts. Oh, a reminder, we are from the mainland.
The rules of the martial arts world, and I set the rules!"
He walked away.
Mo Xinyi and Ye Jianming looked at each other, both very angry, and both vomited a mouthful of blood.
The rules are set by Taoist Master Long Yun...
Well, the strong have the right to make the rules.
It's always been like this.
However, how can you alone have the final say in the entire Hong Kong martial arts world?
The expressions of a group of Hong Fist disciples were a little complicated at this time, ranging from awe to uneasiness, as if there was a sharp sword hanging above their heads.
The sharp sword hangs over the heads of all Hong Kong martial arts colleagues and may fall at any time.
It was Mo Jun who came to his senses first.
"Come here and help Master Ye and Master Ye come in."
Several disciples came together and helped the two of them sit down in the main hall.
"You go down first."
Mo Xinyi waved his hand.
Mo Jun walked to the door and pulled the door shut.
There were only two people sitting in the room, Mo Xinyi and Ye Jianming.
"Master Ye, I'm dragging you down."
Mo Xinyi said as if he was a little ashamed.
Ye Jianming was still scolding his mother in his heart, but on the surface he waved his hand and said: "Master Mo, you are serious. Even if I don't come today, he will find me tomorrow. You have also heard him say that I will be the next one."
Why don't we solve it together today, but I really didn't expect that his martial arts would be so high. Was he using an iron shirt or a golden bell just now?"
Mo Xinyi nodded: "Probably so."
"I never thought that someone could actually practice such magical skills." Ye Jianming sighed.
Mo Xinyi smiled bitterly and said: "It seems that we are usually too arrogant. They are the real martial arts people. We only know a little martial arts at most. There is a huge difference."
Ye Jianming nodded with deep approval.
After a while, he said again: "What should we do now?"
Mo Xinyi frowned: "I am not optimistic about our colleagues in Hong Kong. The two of us combined are no match for him, and we can't even survive ten moves. Who can stop him?"