Chapter 31 Why did you steal my martial arts?
The autumn sun was just right, and the entire village was bathed in the still hot sun. Outside the courtyard, the banner of "Practice for Heaven" was re-erected by Han Jiulang, curling up and down.
In the courtyard, Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang stood together, looking at Chen Jing and Xin Zhuo in the confrontation, their expressions a little nervous, but there was an indescribable doubt in their hearts.
They had never heard of the master’s boxing skills. After all, the old master didn’t know how to do it, and there were no corresponding Kung Fu books in the village, but the master did indeed rise to the challenge.
He doesn’t seem to be a pushover.
Su Miaojin stood alone in the corner. To others, this might be just a boring and rude competition, but to her, it was a life-and-death contest.
She is a not stupid woman, so she naturally saw Chen Jing's ulterior motives.
If you win, your chances of escaping may be greater.
She looked at Chen Jing, who was calm, and then at Xin Zhuo, who was calm, and couldn't help but loosen her grip on her clothes.
Chen Captou will definitely win, and there is no doubt that he will win. This is the result of multiple considerations.
Xin Zhuo was sizing up Chen Jing. He was a little confused as to why the catcher insisted on boxing with him.
Punch yourself a few times to vent your anger, or take the opportunity to rescue Su Miaojin?
If we didn’t share the opponent’s boxing skills and mutate them, we would never agree to him. He himself was a little repelled by this kind of open competition, always feeling embarrassed.
At this moment, Chen Jing's body across from him suddenly tensed up, like a beast preying on prey, with a pair of steady red phoenix eyes full of fierceness.
Three bows were made at the waist, and the toe of the right foot broke through a piece of adobe. The man was like an arrow leaving the string, and suddenly he was in mid-air.
The strong wind blew, and the clothes rustled. There was obviously only one person, but there were three figures in the sky.
There are only two fists, but there are eighteen fists in the air.
The shadows of the fists are blurred and the sound of vibrations in the air makes the ears ring and the eyes dizzy. In a daze, you will receive countless punches.
Punches are deadly!
This is the terrible thing about Du Shi’s Three-Injury Zhiyang Fist of Yimen.
"Okay!"
Su Miaojin couldn't help but lightly opened her red lips, and shouted softly in a voice that only she could hear.
Although she has not practiced martial arts, she is familiar with all kinds of military strategies and martial arts classics, and there are many martial artists around her, so she naturally has good eyesight.
With this punch, Chen Captou has reached the pinnacle of Mahayana, and even half-stepped into obscurity.
On the other hand, Xin Zhuo didn’t move. He didn’t know what he was thinking. Or maybe he didn’t know how to box at all?
"The boss!"
Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang couldn't help but step forward, unabashedly concerned.
Seeing Chen Jing's dazzling figure and fist shadow, he was already smashing the sky and the earth.
Xin Zhuo finally moved, facing the shadow of fists in the sky, and punched.
It looks like a punch, but it seems to shake countless fist shadows.
Then he also bounced up, moving like a cunning rabbit, as straight as a sword, and punched again, with a grinning fist style.
The three women couldn’t understand this punch.
It's very ugly, like a dog pawing, but it doesn't feel bad, it always feels weird.
“Bang!”
The sound of fists exploded, bones collided, and the two figures fell backwards and fell to the ground at the same time.
Xin Zhuo remained motionless.
“Thump thump thump…”
The head catcher Chen Jing took seven steps back in a row, his body slightly bowed and his face pale.
A face-to-face meeting, a decision can be made!
Su Miaojin, Cui Yinger, and Han Qiniang were stunned at the same time. One did not expect to lose, and the other did not expect to win!
At this time, Chen Jing's feet had sunk half an inch into the ground, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of horror, doubt and confusion:
"Why did you also injure Zhiyang Fist three times? When did you steal my martial arts? ?”
His voice was hoarse, his hands were shaking slightly, his hair was flying, and he looked like a defeated beast. Xin Zhuo's fists were harder than his, and Xin Zhuo's boxing skills were the same as his.
There are only five people in the world who know how to master Du's Three Injuries Zhiyang Boxing, and he is one of them.
This is a secret that is not passed down. Although Master Du Sangu is a generous person and has many friends from all over the world, she would not secretly teach the boxing skills to a little bandit.
Moreover, this bandit was only sixteen years old, and he actually practiced his boxing skills to the point of transforming into a realm. His punches were invisible, people and fists were integrated, and his fists were connected with his mind. He was erratic and unstoppable, and he was hard to catch when he landed. He attacked like a tiger and killed him with one blow.
I think the master has been practicing hard for forty years, and he only entered the realm of enlightenment last year. The gap is too big!
"Are you sure it's the same as the Qin method? It's a little different, right?"
At least it has mutated, Xin Zhuo felt a little embarrassed, "Besides, I thought This kind of competition is meaningless. I will delete one of Miss Su’s tortures! You are injured, go back and take care of yourself!”
The mutated boxing technique adapted by Wang Yuejing was too violent, like "a messy and confusing dog-like sword technique." If the catcher hadn't also understood the wonderful meaning of the three-injury Zhiyang boxing, he would have been dead.
"...Thank you!"
Chen Jing was silent for a long time, recovered his mentality, no longer entangled, and saluted Xin Zhuo with clasped fists, seriously and as a courtesy to a master of martial arts, Then he looked at Su Miaojin, "My subordinates will definitely find a way to rescue the girl!"
As he said that, he turned and left with a staggering step. As soon as he reached the gate, he coughed violently, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth to the hem of his clothes. Then the dirt dripped down his clothes.
That bright red color is particularly eye-catching in the sun.
Su Miaojin looked at Chen Jing who was gradually walking away, her heart sinking little by little.
......
"Once Capt. Chen succeeds, we can start action tonight. If we rescue Miss Su before someone comes from Fucheng, we will be able to save her merits."
Yuan Mo'er put her hands behind her back and looked directly at the peak. Even if she was as confident as Chen Batou's boxing skills, she didn't dare to underestimate him in the slightest.
She once killed the iron fist thief Sheng Gong Sun Wei with one punch and the evil monk Tie Guchan with two punches. She couldn't find a reason why she couldn't hurt the little thief Xin Zhuo.
"I hope!"
The other four head catchers nodded happily, looking much more relaxed.
At this moment, a figure slowly walked down the peak.
"How about Chen Jingtou?"
Yuan Moer and others rushed forward to meet him. When they got closer, they had a bad feeling. Chen Jing's face turned pale and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. .
"How could this happen? What happened?"
"Pfft!"
Chen Jing couldn't bear it anymore and spit out a large mouthful of dark brown blood, his face turned frighteningly white.
"Captain Chen!" All the captors immediately stepped forward to help him.
“No need!”
Chen Jing pushed everyone away and tore open his clothes, revealing three ferocious fist marks and bruises.
"This..." The arresters were shocked.
“I lost!” Chen Jing closed his eyes, “He knows how to box, and it’s a state-of-the-art boxing technique. I’m no match for him.”
He wanted to talk about Xin Zhuo’s boxing technique. But he didn't know where to start. It was so similar to his own fist, almost exactly the same, but as Xin Zhuo said, it was still a little different.
More cruel and weird.
Perhaps, only the master and she would have a clue.
It was deathly quiet all around.
This news is nothing short of a thunderbolt for all the arrests. The sixteen-year-old bandit who already has the sword technique of the Transformation Realm also possesses the Boxing Technique of the Transformation Realm!
This is like a three-year-old child holding a hundred pounds of gold. How can it be believed?
“Where did this kid come from as a freak?”
The young catcher couldn't help but feel furious. None of the four talented warriors from the four major families in the city had advanced martial arts skills. How could a little bandit master such skills with limited resources and limited books?
There is absolutely no shortcut in martial arts. Even if you take a shortcut, it is absolutely impossible to enter the realm of transformation.
“I’ll go!”
Yuan Moer suddenly spoke up and walked up to the top of the mountain without hesitation.
“Be careful, Mr. Yuan, he seems to know the Minato Kung Fu, don’t trust him!”
Chen Jing endured the huge pain in his chest to remind him.
"It's easy! I know both swordsmanship and boxing skills, and if I am equally good at light kung fu, I, Yuan Mo'er, am willing to commit myself to serving as a thief and be his servant and concubine."
(End of this chapter) )