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Chapter 805: Master's Kung Fu

Master Yan Lei smiled, then raised his hand and made a Tai Chi gesture, staring at Zheng Weidong with his eyes.

Zheng Weidong raised his hands, protected them in front of his chest, and rushed forward, his huge body, like a tank, rushed over.

He rushed, with a strong wind, showing good strength, at least, ordinary people are not his opponents.

At this time, Master Yan Lei was not slow, and hurriedly retreated.

Seeing Zheng Weidong open his bow left and right, facing Yan Lei, it was just a few fierce straight punches.

Last time, Zheng Weidong used this ferocious straight punch to knock out the Tai Chi master of Rongcheng in five seconds.

This time, he wanted to do it again.

Master Yan Lei, as expected, is worthy of being a master, confident, and a 'cloud hand' swept towards Zheng Weidong's fist.

To be reasonable, if a one-in-a-million Tai Chi genius practices Tai Chi strength, and the cloud hand is brushed over, Zheng Weidong will inevitably be shaken away.

Of course, such a master, even if he is a person, will not produce one after ten or twenty years of hard work.

However, Master Yan Lei naturally thinks that he has this ability.

So, he swept his hand over.

With a bang, Zheng Weidong's straight punch hit his arm hard, and with a crisp sound, Master Yan Lei's arm was broken immediately.

"Ahh

However, Zheng Weidong has also practiced, this is an opportunity to attack, of course, he can't just stop there.

Then, he stepped forward step by step, and his straight fist rained out.

Bang bang bang......

His heavy punches hit Master Yan Lei's chest, arms, and face one after another, causing Master Yan Lei to retreat.

However, coupled with Zheng Weidong's punches and his unstable center of gravity, he fell to the ground.

Zheng Weidong took a leap, rushed to Master Yan Lei's body, straddled Master Yan Lei's body, and his fists followed like rain.

Bang Bang Bang –

Master Yan Lei was suddenly beaten to the point that his head was bleeding, and he hurriedly raised his hand: "I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

"Huh. ”

At this time, Zheng Weidong did not have the previous respect, sneered, and glanced at Master Yan Lei who fell to the ground: "Traditional martial arts, it is really a fake!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand: "I, Zheng Weidong, am here to fight fakes, thank you for your support!"

When the audience who supported him heard this, they immediately burst into laughter and cheers, and they ran to tell each other about an amateur fighter who defeated a traditional martial arts master.

Zheng Weidong's face showed a divine brilliance, an image of a fighter against counterfeiting, which was deeply left on the screen and in the hearts of the audience.

Some people who support traditional martial arts, when they see the scene in front of them, are dumbfounded, and don't shake their heads secretly.

What else can they say?

As the saying goes, hearing is false, seeing is believing.

Now, they see the hard facts, what else is there to argue?

As a result, they also believe that traditional martial arts are just tricks to deceive people.

"That's it, I, Zheng Weidong, are here, make it clear, you traditional martial arts, if you want to beat me, I will accompany you at any time. ”

Zheng Weidong said arrogantly with a hint of 'humility': "What kind of head of you, what kind of grandmaster, if you have one, I will fight one." ”

After listening to Zheng Weidong's bold words, everyone cheered even more.

"Fang Chuan, should you be on it?" Tang Yueying hurriedly asked.

"Wait a minute, someone is going to go up. The corners of Fang Chuan's mouth hooked, and his eyes looked to the side, a young man of about twenty-three or four.

This young man had been talking to his companion about his plans.

It turned out that he was a traditional martial arts practitioner, and kung fu was passed down from his ancestors, and in his generation, only he was still practicing.

He is very ashamed of Zheng Weidong's hype of traditional martial arts in the name of fighting fakes.

So, he decided to go on.

Fang Chuan's divine sense swept and found that this person, with an average breath, was an ordinary person who had not yet practiced his strength.

However, he is muscular and full of explosive power, and he is obviously a person who has worked hard and worked hard.

He hurriedly walked out of the crowd and looked at Zheng Weidong: "I am the descendant of Luojiaquan in Xiashi City, Zhang Jianjian, I am not famous, my ancestor was a soldier, followed a general surnamed Luo, learned Luojiaquan, and later returned to my hometown to teach boxing for a living, and passed it to my generation!"

He said, and said: "Now, the eighteenth generation of my Luo family, I officially challenge you, Mr. Zheng Weidong. ”

Zheng Weidong looked at this construction, young and strong, although he was shorter than himself and smaller, but most of them were genuine.

He is in the limelight now, and when he said that just now, he naturally can't back down.

However, if you lose, wouldn't you be wasted and laughed at generously?

He hurriedly said, "Okay, I appreciate people like you." However, I'm fighting fakes, and I don't know if you're a person who specializes in modern fighting and sanda to deliberately stir up trouble. Okay, let's make an appointment, I'll investigate, and then fight again in two days?"

"No need, right?" Zhang Jianshe said with a smile: "Mr. Zheng only needs to inquire a little to know that our Zhang family in Xiamen City is the descendant of Luojiaquan. ”

"I can testify!" At this moment, an old man in a Tang costume walked out, "I'm too old to fight, but this Xiao Zhang is indeed the descendant of Luo Jiaquan in Xiashi, and his ancestor inherited the famous general of the Ming Dynasty, General Luo Tianyou." ”

This old man stood up, and everyone recognized him, it turned out that he was the honorary president of the Xiamen Wushu Association, the contemporary successor of Guo's Bajiquan in Xiamen City, Guo Taichang.

"Mr. Guo Taichang, engaged in philanthropy, widely recruited disciples, rarely collected money, even if the traditional martial arts are not as powerful as the legend, he is also a respectable person. ”

"Mr. Guo's words, there will be no mistake!"

"Putting aside how traditional martial arts are for the time being, Mr. Guo's character is trustworthy, and he has never said how good he can fight. ”

At this time, some people in the martial arts circle in Xiamen City recognized Guo Taichang and immediately admired.

When Zheng Weidong heard this, he showed a trace of embarrassment: "Okay, Mr. Zhang, I accepted your challenge, how about competing here the day after tomorrow?"

"It's better to choose a day than to hit a day. ”

At this time, Fang Chuan also walked out, he was young, and he suddenly interjected, but it was a little surprising, but his momentum made people dare not say anything casually.

Fang Chuan glanced at everyone, gave a junior salute to Guo Taichang, then smiled at Zhang Jianjian, and then said to Zheng Weidong: "Actually, your hype is also for fame and profit." Take 10,000 steps back and say, you're not hype, it's to fight fakes, you didn't use much effort just now, so let's fight today. ”

"Who are you, and what qualifications do you have to speak here?" Zheng Weidong was a little angry.

Fang Chuan said with a smile: "I'm not a person, but I'm willing to take out five million today as a lottery head, whoever wins, who will take it." ”

As he spoke, he raised the suitcase in his hand—this suitcase had been taken out of the mustard seed space when he walked out just now.

Then, holding the suitcase in his hand, he opened the lid, revealing the saffron bills.