Chapter 43 Him!
Seeing that Wang Heihu had something to say, Monk Liu couldn’t help but said impatiently:
“What’s wrong?”
“Master Liu, his direct disciples are all warriors, and their attacks are too powerful. It's unfriendly. Let's have a friendly discussion. There is no need to be so serious. Let's send some core disciples to fight, and we won't get involved."
Wang Heihu said with a smile.
The veins on Monk Liu's forehead were throbbing.
How about a friendly discussion? I'm so embarrassed that I have to dig out the roots of the iron door. Is this called friendship?
Obviously knowing that after training with Tiebushan, his defense power will be greatly increased, and his disciples may not be able to fight, so he restricted it to personal transmission!
Before reaching the level of skin training, the effect of Iron Cloth Shirt is limited, and it may not be a match against the other two's attack methods.
Wang Heihu had a smile of control on his face, and although Fang Wei, the owner of the Divine Weapon Hall, did not speak, his meaning was obvious.
Monk Liu took one look, suppressed his anger and did not fight.
The rules are set by the other party. The situation is stronger than the person. Apart from accepting it, how can they listen to it?
Regardless of whether the disciples of the Tieyi Sect are registered or in person, even if they don't know so many things behind them, they can at least feel the condescending attitude of the other party, and they all feel a little aggrieved.
Xie Yuan also frowned, thinking:
"The person here is evil. He is actually eyeing the share of Tieyi Sect's medicine store? If this is taken away, what will happen to the martial arts school? It's like taking a shot from the bottom of the pot. The Iron Clothes Sect can't attract many disciples, and this will probably make things even worse.
"Then the price of the medicinal tonic baths in the martial arts school will soon increase, or even disappear?"
Xie Yuan's mood suddenly changed.
I originally wanted to watch the excitement, but now it actually affects my practice?
Xie Yuan pondered for a moment and began to think:
"Core disciple..."
In the middle of the martial arts arena.
Tie Yi Men and Black Tiger Boxing Gym each have one disciple, standing opposite each other.
The disciple on the Tieyi Sect’s side is called Zheng Dongxiang. He is one of the oldest among the core disciples. His kung fu is not low, and he is not far away from becoming a master of skin training.
The disciples of the Black Tiger Boxing Gym are dressed in powerful attire and look tall, strong and imposing.
When the two people stand and salute each other, the competition will begin directly without a referee.
The disciples of the Black Tiger Boxing Gym were the first to attack fiercely. They took one step forward and punched out like a tiger, heading straight for Zheng Dongxiang's chest!
The punch was fast and fierce. Zheng Dongxiang didn't expect it to come so fast, so he had to use his hands to fight, but he didn't catch it.
The fist passed through both hands and hit Zheng Dongxiang on the upper arm. Zheng Dongxiang felt as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer. He groaned and took two steps back.
Seeing this, the disciples of the Black Tiger Boxing Gym continued to bully him, and their powerful and heavy fists fell like raindrops, covering Zheng Dongxiang's entire upper body.
At first Zheng Dongxiang tried to fight back with his Iron Clothes Long Fist, but gradually he could only parry. In terms of boxing skills, he was no match for him.
The situation gradually evolved into a one-sided offensive and defensive exercise. Zheng Dongxiang was completely on the defensive and seemed to want to hold back the opponent with his iron shirt.
However, is there any airtight defense in the world? Even if there were, it would not be in this realm.
After a while, Zheng Dongxiang received several heavy punches, and it was only thanks to the resistance of the iron cloth shirt that he was not knocked down.
Everyone with a discerning eye could see that it was only a matter of time before Zheng Dongxiang’s defeat, and the disciples of the Iron Clothes Sect became depressed.
Wang Heihu watched from the side and sneered secretly:
"It is indeed a turtle shell. If it had been anyone else, they would have been defeated. But no matter how hard the shell is, it will always be broken."
Sure enough, after a few more moves, Zheng Dongxiang was punched again He was hit in the chest and couldn't lift it up in one breath. When his hands were slow, he received three consecutive punches and fell to the ground.
“Okay!”
The disciples from the Black Tiger Boxing Hall and the Shenbing Hall cheered together, while the disciples from the Iron Clothes Sect looked ugly and said nothing, making them look like they were on the opposite side of the field. .
This disciple of the Black Tiger Boxing Hall has fierce boxing skills and a formidable momentum, just like a tiger descending from the mountain. Zheng Dongxiang is already a master among the disciples of the Iron Clothes Sect, and he is no match for him.
Xie Yuan folded his arms and thought:
"No wonder the Iron Clothes Sect is not popular. Let alone the level of martial arts, other people's boxing techniques alone look very powerful and beautiful; not to mention the kung fu itself. , It really needs to be more subtle.”
Monk Liu’s face was as dark as water. Although he thought he couldn’t beat him, he didn’t expect that Zheng Dongxiang wouldn’t even have a chance to fight back, and there was no chance of winning at all.
Even if his kung fu is weak, it is not like this, not to mention that Zheng Dongxiang's kung fu is not bad.
The disciple opposite is very powerful.
After all, they recruit a lot of disciples, so they have more talents to choose from. It is normal for them to have a few talented disciples.
Monk Liu glanced at the opposite side and said in a deep voice:
"Cao Shan, you go."
"Yes!"
Cao Shan At the end, he clasped his fists, but on the opposite side was still the disciple who crossed his arms and raised his head, asking:
"Are you ready?"
Cao Shan raised his hand and asked:
"Brother, do you need to rest?" "I don't need to beat you."
The man grinned.
Cao Shan had an angry look on his face. He didn't want to take advantage of others, but he didn't know that the other party's attitude was extremely unfriendly.
He snorted angrily:
“Then come on!”
The two of them were fighting together in an instant.
However, even though Cao Shan waited for his hard work, he was still at a disadvantage when facing this disciple.
He thought that the opponent had already fought a battle. If he couldn't win, it would be too ugly. Instead, he became impatient, always thinking about counterattack, and his plans gradually became chaotic.
Hit his punch at the opposite door, but Cao Shan did not spare any force and his steps were slightly swaying.
The opponent looked at it, turned his head slightly, grabbed Cao Shan's fist, and punched Cao Shan directly in front of the door like a cannon hammer.
With a click, the bridge of Cao Shan's nose was directly broken, and blood flowed from his face.
However, he lost his fighting power, but his opponent still didn't let go. He grabbed Cao Shan's fist with one hand, and punched Cao Shan's abdomen with the other hand. After several punches, he threw him away and took a sip:
"Still thinking of fighting back!"
The disciples of the Iron Clothes Sect looked ashen and silent, which was in sharp contrast to the other side.
Monk Liu's face was so dark that he was about to drip:
"Wang Heihu, this is not a friendly discussion. My disciple has already admitted defeat, why do you still take action?"
" Hahaha, it’s normal for young people to be a little angry. However, the competition is not a game of house, and no life and death certificates are signed. What is this level of competition?”
"Okay, okay, okay."
Monk Liu said three good words in a row without looking back:
"Lin Tao, come on."
Wait for Lin Tao Entering the arena, the disciple from the Black Tiger Boxing Gym gasped, looked at him, and suddenly left the arena voluntarily.
A thin disciple from the Divine Weapon Hall came up silently and slightly arched his hand towards Lin Tao.
Monk Liu's eyelids twitched when he saw it, and he said:
"You guys have a tacit understanding, today we are going to have a round of battle, right?"
"There is no need to pay attention to the order among the three companies?"< br>
Wang Heihu laughed.
The battle began on the field. Lin Tao and the thin disciple tried out two moves and found that the disciples of the Shen Weapon Hall were using a set of grappling techniques, which were very dangerous.
However, Lin Tao was not weak, and he absorbed Cao Shan's lessons, first stabilizing his position, and then planning a counterattack.
With the defensive power of the iron cloth shirt, his opponent was unable to do anything for him. After fighting for a long time, his physical strength seemed to have declined and his movements had slowed down.
Lin Tao saw clearly, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he rushed over with a straight punch.
Unexpectedly, the skinny disciple suddenly moved faster. Not only did he not show his physical strength was declining, he actually hit three points faster than at the beginning!
He directly grabbed Lin Tao's entire arm with both hands, and when he missed it, Lin Tao groaned and his shoulder was directly dislocated!
The thin disciple was unyielding and removed Lin Tao's elbows and wrist joints along the shoulders.
Lin Tao finally couldn't help it, screamed, and fell to the ground in a cold sweat.
The outcome has been decided.
Two disciples from the Iron Clothes Sect silently helped Lin Tao back and helped him next to Monk Liu.
Monk Liu connected Lin Tao's joints with a sullen face, and suddenly sighed tiredly:
"Forget it, I won't fight if I can't beat him."
The disciples around him looked discouraged and remained silent.
Lin Tao gritted his teeth, flashed his eyes, and said loudly:
"Master, there are still people in our martial arts school who are better than our disciples."
"Huh?"
Monk Liu raised his eyebrows in confusion. The few who participated in the battle today were already among the top few among the core disciples. Who could be more powerful?
Seeing Lin Tao deliberately amplify his voice, Xie Yuan suddenly had a premonition, and then he saw him turn his head and point at himself:
“He!”
Follow Lin Tao With his fingers, the three masters and dozens of disciples from the three martial arts schools, Tieyimen, Shenbing Gym, and Black Tiger Boxing Gym, all turned their heads.
(End of this chapter)