Xiao Qian and others were originally going to visit and inspect the place, so they watched it with a smile.
But when someone mentions Tai Chi, the Yang brothers feel relieved.
Yang Yue arched his body and was about to stand up, still cursing.
"What bullshit Hunyuan Xingyi Tai Chi? It's something I've never heard of."
Xiao Qian quickly grabbed him.
"Why go?"
Yang Yue pointed at the proud middle-aged man over there, furious.
"That guy is cheating in the name of Tai Chi, I can't just watch."
Even Yang Zhen frowned.
"This guy doesn't look like a martial arts practitioner."
Xiao Qian still didn't let go.
"Can you two pay attention to your status? Can you just mess around and cause disputes now?"
One is a top Kung Fu superstar who is well-known in the Chinese world, and the other is a top martial artist in the circle. If these two come out casually and get into fights with others, they will be in big trouble.
When he said it, the Yang brothers realized that things were different now.
However, after hearing about Hunyuan Xingyi Tai Chi, Xiao Qian instinctively felt that it seemed unreliable.
He nodded to the crowd behind him and asked Yang Jun to take action.
Yang Jun is also a disciple of the Yang family. He has been helping Yang Yue in the past. In recent years, he has slowly started to rise to prominence and his reputation is not obvious. Even if he causes any trouble, he does not have to worry about the consequences.
Yang Jun was a martial arts fanatic. When he heard that he was asked to come forward, he was so happy. It was as if there were springs under his feet and he quickly jumped forward.
Over there, the middle-aged man was still talking proudly, as if he wanted to use his words to shut down the Shaolin Temple before he could give up.
The crowd on his side cheered one after another, and many people gave him a thumbs up, which further fueled his arrogance.
But before he could continue to speak, Yang Jun walked closer.
"Sir, do you know Tai Chi?"
I was in the limelight and was interrupted. I was called uncle again, which made me even more unhappy.
The middle-aged man's face drooped, and he looked back at Yang Jun, who was stunned and green. He was very angry.
"Who are you?"
Yang Jun didn't answer, but asked anyway.
"Do you know Tai Chi?"
The middle-aged man just thought he had met a fool and it was not easy to get angry, so he said: "Do you want to learn Tai Chi? Come and sign up later, the fee is discounted."
Yang Jun curled his lips, his eyes showing nothing but contempt.
"Where did you learn Tai Chi?"
As soon as these words came out, no matter how dull the middle-aged man was, he knew that he was here to cause trouble.
"What, young man, do you also know Tai Chi?"
Yang Jun is just a stupid young man who speaks without politeness.
"It doesn't matter whether I understand it or not. I think your Hunyuan Xingyi Tai Chi is a lie, right?"
This was a slap in the face, and the people behind the middle-aged man were immediately furious. Several of them rushed up to him, aggressively, and seemed to want to beat him.
"Where did this wild boy come from? Are you looking for Minato?"
"If you dare to doubt our master, are you seeking death?"
No matter how many people there were, Yang Jun didn't care, he just stared at the middle-aged man.
"There are many schools of Tai Chi and their inheritance is complicated, but they are generally divided into Yang Style Tai Chi, Chen Style Tai Chi, Wu Style Tai Chi, Wu Style Tai Chi and Sun Style Tai Chi. What on earth is this Hunyuan Xingyi Tai Chi of yours?"
Experts will know if it is there as soon as it is exported.
Seeing Yang Jun casually mentioning the origin of Tai Chi, everyone on the other side was stunned. Many of them looked at the middle-aged man, who was obviously the leader.
When I met someone knowledgeable, the middle-aged man was a little flustered. He forced a smile, but at first glance he felt fake embarrassment.
"Haha, I didn't expect that my little friend is a fellow student. I don't dare to ask for advice. Where can I learn from him?"
This man was speaking with his hands clasped in fists, as if he were a gangster.
However, Yang Jun was just a stick, and he pushed it back without any hesitation.
"I asked you first, who are you, and what's going on with your Tai Chi practice?"
After a while, he couldn't remember the name of Po Tai Chi.
This made the middle-aged man very angry. He gritted his teeth and groaned: "My surname is Ma, and he is the founder of Hunyuan Xingyi Tai Chi. I dare to ask your surname, your name, and the sect from which you learned. I can't tell. Let's get closer and closer."
Yang Jun tilted his head and looked at the other person with a harsh tone.
"Just you? Founder? With your small body, you can easily lose your waist while twisting the Yangko dance, but you still practice Kung Fu? You are not a liar, are you?"
Good guy, a young man came out from behind the guy named Ma and almost touched Yang Jun's nose with his finger.
"Are you looking for death? Come here, let me teach you a lesson, let me teach you how powerful our Hunyuan Xingyi Tai Chi is."
The monk from the Shaolin Temple next to him was frightened and hurriedly advised: "Dear donors, in this important place of Buddhism, you must not act rashly and out of ignorance. It is a grave sin to disturb the Buddha."
However, both sides were angry and refused to listen to him at all.
Yang Jun saw the opponent's sloppy steps and thin legs, and he had an idea in his heart.
"Don't say I bully you, just let you take action first."
The other party was also extremely angry. When he heard this, he didn't even say hello. He waved the white crane and attacked with its wings. A pair of fists greeted Yang Jun's eyes.
Yang Jun strolled leisurely, and even had time to shake his head. Then many people felt their eyes blurred, and then the guy who did it let out a cry of pain and flew backwards for five or six meters. He kept holding his belly on the ground.
He was rolling on the ground and couldn't stand up at all.
This time, it really scared everyone.
The man surnamed Ma was so frightened that he started to look for excuses.
"You...you...you are not doing Tai Chi at all. You...you...you are fighting with street gangsters."
Yang Jun's face was full of ridicule.
"Then tell me, how to do Tai Chi?"
The man surnamed Ma is like a donkey pulling a mill, spinning in circles while muttering in his mouth.
"The thirty-six movements of Tai Chi are distinct and each has its own mystery. When used, the key points of receiving and transforming hair must be followed in order to bring out the characteristics of Tai Chi. Your straight fists are like gangsters fighting. Where is Tai Chi?
The essence of?”
Yang Jun was stunned.
"Hair extensions? What kind of crap?"
On the other side, Xiao Qian kept twitching and finally faced the image of Ma.
Darling, great master of hair transformation, is it starting at this time?
Seeing that Yang Jun didn't know how to get hair extensions, Ma became more alive.
"Ignorant boy, you don't even understand the essence of Tai Chi, and you dare to pretend to know Tai Chi? Let me tell you what it means to receive hair."
Seeing the awe-inspiring words spoken by the other party, Yang Jun couldn't help but be cautious. He was calm on the outside but alert on the inside to prevent the other party from taking action.
Unexpectedly, the man surnamed Ma waved his hand and called out one of the people he had brought with him. He said proudly: "Come on, let us master and apprentice help you and show this ignorant guy what hair extensions are."
The young disciple was called upon, and he stood opposite Ma with great pride and arrogance.
Seeing that there were many people watching, the man surnamed Ma became even more excited and ordered the disciple: "Punch me."
The disciple was very obedient. He shouted and punched.
But seeing that the punch came out like...an insect and was as fast as...a snail, it took a long time before he arrived in front of Ma.
The person surnamed Ma is very well-groomed and has the demeanor of a great master. While moving his hands, he is also mumbling something.
"The so-called connection and transformation of hair is the highest essence of Tai Chi. Fight the enemy's attack with connection, break up the opponent's foundation with transformation, and counterattack with hair. As long as you master these three points, you will be able to defeat the enemy in every direction. You
Look, with this attack and another attack, the opponent loses his heel and foot, and then with just a gentle push, this attack can be easily resolved."
The disciples behind him were dumbfounded, and then they all cheered.
Xiao Qian and others and the Shaolin monks were also dumbfounded, and they were so stunned...
Yang Junren was dumbfounded. Looking at Ma's provocative gaze, he couldn't help but said: "Then I'll give you a punch, and you can do some hair extensions?"
The man surnamed Ma held his head high and walked forward steadily, holding one hand behind his back and waving the other hand towards Yang Jun.
"It seems that you are determined not to give up until you reach the Yellow River, so I will teach you a lesson. Come on!"
Yang Jun strode forward, walked to the opposite side of Ma, and said something kindly.
"Then I hit?"
The surname Ma has a calm and elegant atmosphere.
"Don't hold back, or you will get hurt."
Buzz...whoosh...pop...ouch...
In less than half a second, Yang Jun kept scratching his head as he looked at Grandmaster Ma who fell to the ground unconscious.
"Where are your hair extensions?"
But he fainted and couldn't answer at all.
The disciples and grandsons named Ma all rushed up and surrounded their master, crying and howling.
"Master...Master...where is the magical power you promised to be invincible?"
"Master... Master... stand up quickly!"
It was impossible for Grandmaster Ma to stand up, so he had to be carried away by his disciples and hurriedly away.
Only Yang Jun was left wondering where he was.
"This has no power at all. People are like dough. What can we use to pick it up? What can we use to melt it? What can we use to make it? How to make dough?"
Here, Xiao Qian and others all covered their mouths and had fun, and they were almost convulsed.
On the other side, seeing Yang Jun knocking down the Tai Chi master with one punch, the monks in the Shaolin Temple were even more panicked.
"This...this donor, we...our Shaolin Temple is really...really not an authentic martial arts school."
