Listening to people's comments, Captain Jia's joy was undisguised, as if he was going to be the leader of the gang immediately. It's no wonder, who made Ma Huhu the master? It turned out that Ma Huhu was adopted by Jia Xingxing since he was a child.
An orphan.
In fact, Qian Shiqiu, Dayong's helmsman, had long been eager to give it a try, but the leader Nan in front kept blocking him.
Following Cheng Yu, he learned the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and basically mastered the technique of exerting force. He once broke a big tree with one palm. Qian Shiqiu was eager to fight with others to verify this magical skill of suppressing gangs.
Very powerful.
Qian Shiqiu couldn't hold it any longer, so he shouted and jumped into the circle.
"Don't go! Shiqiu!" When Nan Ziwei shouted to stop him, it was already too late.
"I am the disciple of Dayong who is in charge of five bags, Qian Shiqiu, come to learn from me!" Qian Shiqiu introduced himself with cupped fists.
"You? Follow me?" Ma Huhu looked at Qian Shiqiu with a look of contempt on his face. Not only is a Wubao disciple not famous, but he is also extremely ordinary in height and appearance. What can he teach me?
"Alas!" Ma Huhu sighed and shook his head again, "Let's see that you are a five-bag disciple, so I'll give you three moves. I'll stand here without moving. If you can make me take a step back, count on me.
lose!"
"This guy surnamed Ma is really crazy. Isn't it because he is so strong?" In this world, what people dislike the most is crazy people.
"However, people do have the capital to be crazy." Although most people don't like crazy people and even want to go up and teach them a lesson, there is nothing they can do.
"Elder Qian knocked him down with one punch and made him crazy. Come on, Elder Qian!" Some people actually started to cheer Qian Shiqiu.
"You are so blind! It's not like we didn't know Qian Shiqiu before. Is it possible for him to knock down Sohuhu with one punch? I'm afraid he doesn't even have the strength to knock me down. That's just Sohuhu, beggar.
Help the ten outstanding young people!"
"I dare to bet you that even Qian Shiqiu's hundred moves can't make Hua Huhu take a step back!" Listening to this tone, this person was very familiar with Qian Shiqiu, and most importantly, he looked down upon him. Cheng Yu couldn't help but look at him more.
A glance revealed that this person was Daxin's helmsman next to him. The two helmsmen were very familiar with each other, mainly because the two helmsmen were as close as brothers.
"What are you looking at? Why are you dissatisfied?" I felt that Cheng Yu's eyes were not very friendly. Seeing that he was a child, I wanted to scare Cheng Yu from his momentum.
"I'll bet you!" Cheng Yu's tone was calm and his voice was not loud, but the people next to him could hear it clearly, and no one noticed the upward curve of the corner of Cheng Yu's mouth.
"Okay, what's the bet?" The man's voice was trembling, and he was obviously excited. This was a sure-win gamble.
"The bag on your shoulder!" Cheng Yu had already looked at Plantain and Plantain. The two of them only had one bag left, becoming half of the disciples in the gang. It was really nondescript, and he couldn't bear it.
After all, the tragedy of these two brothers was caused by themselves, and it was my responsibility to help them.
"I won't bet on the bag on your shoulder. Do you have money? It doesn't matter if you have treasures on you!"
Cheng Yu took out the imperial green jade bracelet and waved it in front of his eyes. Although jadeite had been available since the Zhou Dynasty, it was only in very small quantities and was a rare treasure. It only became popular after the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
It doesn't mean that everyone is ignorant. The beggars in the Beggar Clan are also well-informed.
"Okay, I'll bet with you!"
"I'll bet you too! My bag is better than his!"
"And me!"
More than a dozen people handed over the bags in a flurry. There were thirty or forty people around Cheng Yu. For a moment, Cheng Yu couldn't laugh or cry. He picked it up.
He picked up a few and gave them back to the plantains and plantains, and hung five more on himself, making up ten bags.
Plantain and Plantain each had eight bags hanging on their bodies. They looked at the eight bags on Nan Ruidong's body and suddenly felt embarrassed. They hurriedly picked up a bag from the ground and hung it on the helm's body.
Only then could I stand behind the helmsman with peace of mind.
"Hey! Hey! You collected the bag before you won? This can't be done! Take out the bracelet!"
"The results will be out soon!" Cheng Yu pointed toward the court.
"Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon!" Qian Shiqiu was ready and shouted loudly. What he didn't expect was that this loud shout was like dropping a heavy bomb, and people suddenly exploded.
"What, what, the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon!" Everyone had a questioning expression on their face, not questioning Qian Shiqiu, but questioning their own ears, because almost everyone was rubbing their ears vigorously.
"A strong dragon has regrets!" Qian Shiqiu shouted again, bending his left leg slightly, drawing a semicircle inward with his left hand, bending his right arm inward, drawing a circle with his right palm, and pushed outward with a cry.
This time people heard it clearly and were sure it was Qian Shiqiu's voice. Their doubtful expressions disappeared, and then there was a burst of laughter.
"Haha, this coward can really take over the scene!"
"It's really, really funny. Oops, I can't stand it anymore. My stomach hurts from laughing!" This person could no longer stand up straight.
"Master Nan Duo, your bravery at the helm is truly a gift! Hahahaha!" Such a good opportunity to laugh at Wei Youde, the righteous helmsman, couldn't miss it.
"No matter how you say it, this elder Qian is better than me, so I created the Dog Beating Stick Technique. He made the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. I don't know how he figured it out. After all, the Dog Beating Stick Technique,
Just find a few dogs and you can study it, but dragons are hard to find."
At this time, Nan Ziwei was blushing to his neck. This was the first time in his life that he had encountered such a humiliating scene. Although Plantain had hung an extra bag for himself just now, which was a bit of a prank, he was not angry. In fact,
Who wouldn’t want to become a disciple of Nine Pockets?
"Shiqiu, stop messing around!" As a last resort, Nan Ziwei stopped him and stopped messing around.
A roar of a dragon shocked everyone present.
The roar of the dragon came from Qian Shiqiu's palm, and the shadow of a dragon seemed like Qian Shiqiu's arms stretching infinitely.
"Oops!" Ma Huhu suddenly realized the danger, but unfortunately, it was already too late.
"Crack!"
A palm print was placed on Ma Huhu's left shoulder, and he kicked hard. A burning pain hit his left shoulder, and his body retreated continuously.
"The flying dragon is in the sky!" Qian Shiqiu succeeded in the move and shouted loudly again. He flew up with his head on his feet and slapped Ma Huhu's shoulders with his palms.
"No!" Ma Huhu tried to hide, but couldn't. He quickly used all his strength to prepare to bear the palm.
"Canop ---" "Pfft----"
Under the stunned gaze of the people, Ma Huhu's legs sank into the soil to a depth of half a meter. His whole calf was submerged in the ground. He opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood. He sat down on the ground and suddenly lost consciousness.
Qian Shiqiu stopped his moves and landed lightly.
Bang bang bang bang...
After a long time, people realized, "Sure enough, it's really the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon!"
Everyone clapped their hands and sighed, some even had wet eyes. It has been the dream of generations. After Gang Leader Qiao, the Beggar Gang has never had such power again. There is hope for the revitalization of the Beggar Gang.
"Pa, pa, pa" people stopped applauding, and there were still a few more
It sounded sparsely and sounded very out of place.
"Wonderful, indeed wonderful. It turns out that Da Yong takes the helm and is truly prepared. It seems that he has been eyeing the position of gang leader for a long time!" After Wei Youde said these words, he looked around, "The ancients said that when you encounter a high position,
How can one let it pass by and miss such a good opportunity today? I want to learn from my magical skills to suppress the gang, whether it is really the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon!"
When Wei Youde said this, everyone immediately became quiet.
After all, the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms have not appeared in the world for decades. It is difficult to tell whether they are true or false.
"Shiqiu, stand down!" Nan Ziwei had already recovered from the embarrassment. Regardless of whether others believed it or not, he believed in his subordinates. Otherwise, he would not have wet eyes.
"Let me learn from Captain Wei's clever tricks first!" He jumped in front of Qian Shiqiu, already holding two sickles tightly in his hands.
"As you wish, Wei will teach you a few tricks!"
With a crash, Wei Youde opened his fan and turned towards Nan Ziwei's front door.
"Hey!" Nan Ziwei shouted, blocking the attack with the sickle of his left hand, and cutting off the waist with the sickle of his right hand. The two of them fought back and hit each other.
"How come you two are still fighting in a junior competition? This is a big deal!" Zheng Laokui really doesn't want the helmsmen to fight with each other, because once the fight becomes lively and escalates into a group fight or a group fight, there will be a problem of taking sides.
"Let them fight. How can we create a new leader if we don't fight?" Liu Zhengjun, who had not expressed his position for a long time, said very calmly. He did not pay much attention to the movements on the field because most of his eyes stayed on Wang Guigui's face.
Jia Xingxing couldn't care less about the fight on the field. At this time, he was focused on Ma Huhu. He looked at his capable subordinate who was still unconscious with a look of concern that showed no trace of falsehood.
"Master Nan is worthy of being battle-hardened. He is awesome! Awesome!"
"Master Wei, this fan is really amazing. How could I not have imagined that the fan can be used like this!"
"Master Wei, be careful!"
"Wonderful, really wonderful, I haven't seen such a wonderful fight in a long time!"
Everyone was watching the excitement, but in fact, it didn't take long, and the fighting on the field was coming to an end.
Nan Ziwei's two sickles were flying up and down, hugging, sweeping, cutting, teasing, pushing, pulling, and picking. They were still powerful and easy. This was due to his years of practical experience. He knew how to preserve his physical strength. He was not so much a martial arts hero.
, rather, he is more like a farmer harvesting wheat fields.
Although he looks like a farmer, with his sickle flying, he can still see the beauty.
Things in the world are like this. Some things are originally very vulgar, but they contain real beauty. Even if they are wielding a hammer and a pickaxe, there are really people who can be relaxed and unrestrained, and do the work beautifully, giving people a beautiful enjoyment.
Nan Ziwei is such a person.
Wei Youde was so tired that he was out of breath. He used an iron fan, but he no longer had the ease he had at the beginning.
"Huhu-, oops! Oh my god! Hu-, I say Master Nan, let's talk about it, it's a tie, it's a tie!"
"Master Wei, you can admit defeat, but not draw." Nan Ziwei stepped up his movements.
"Master Nan Duo, don't push me too hard! If you do this again, I'm going to use a special move!" Wei Youde quickly parried, but he didn't give in at all.
"Okay, there's a trick. You'd better use it quickly. If you don't use it, I'm afraid you won't have a chance!"
Dang, Dang, Wei Youde waved his iron fan twice to fend off the sickle, and quickly jumped out of the circle, "No fight, I'll lose, I won't fight, I give up."
"Coax---" there was a burst of laughter on the field.