"He has always been an imitator of prisoners, and in the three years since he was in prison, he has been doing very well. But just yesterday, in order to see you, he knocked down a dozen prisoners at once. We all wondered why he would suddenly behave like this. ”

The prison warden led several policemen behind him into the depths of the prison through the iron gates, and explained to Lu Xuanxin the reason for inviting her to the prison.

Lu Xuanxin patiently listened to the warden's words, raised his head and asked, "How many people did he knock down?"

"17 pcs. By the way, there was also a metal bench that was smashed into pieces by his punch, not the kind that spread out, but really turned into metal shards. ”

……

When Lu Xuanxin walked into the prisoner interrogation room of the prison, Peng Yichen had been sitting behind the interrogation table and waiting for a long time.

The handcuffs and shackles he wore were all for felons, all of which were made of titanium alloy, which was extremely strong.

It can be seen that the prison guards are jealous and afraid of his force.

Looking at Lu Xuanxin, who walked in front of him step by step, Peng Yichen smiled and asked, "Chief Lu, next time you come, can you bring me 17 cigarettes, I will give them to those who were injured by me." I'll definitely pay you back. ”

Lu Xuanxin sneered: "Next time, how can you be sure that there will be a next time?"

Peng Yichen smiled: "I'm sure, you will definitely come back to me again." Shark En, the current Hong Kong and Macau boxing champion. He used to be a member of the Jingwu Workshop that I formed. I've fought with him. ”

"Do you know who the killer is?"

"I don't know. But I know what's going on in the killer's mind. He's going to kill again. ”

Lu Xuanxin was puzzled: "How do you know?"

Peng Yichen explained seriously.

"You're not a martial artist, so you don't understand. Two masters compete, you don't need to be real at all, take a look, take a hand, you will know the level of each other's kung fu, and you don't need to kill people at all. Even if it's for revenge, why not use a gun, it's much more effective than national art.

But this murderer has to choose to use boxing to kill the person who is best at boxing.

Don't you think he has a special motive for killing? I can help you find the murderer, but you have to let me out. ”

Peng Yichen's words, Lu Xuanxin heard the clouds and mountains and fog cover, and she couldn't understand it at all, she sneered: "Why do you think that we can only catch the murderer by relying on you, just because you know the so-called national art and know what the murderer is thinking?"

Peng Yichen ignored her questioning, suddenly stretched out his hands, put on a simple three-body shelf, and said with a smile.

"What is a national martial art, a martial art that only kills the enemy and does not perform is called a national martial art. We martial artists often divide the national art into two parts: fighting and practicing.

The shoulders are joined to the hips, the elbows are to the knees, the hands are to be joined to the feet, the grasp is dead, and the holding is alive. The first fist and the second leg are grabbed, and the grappling is successful, and the weapon is an extension of the hands and feet, and the so-called human weapon is one.

This is the so-called "outer triad" in Xingyi Boxing, specializing in the martial artist's style of play, and the success of the heaven and earth.

The heart and the mind are together, the mind and the qi are together, the qi is in harmony with the force, the inner yin, the outer yang, the inside and the outside are one qi, one shape is not smooth, and it is difficult to practice it!

This is the so-called "inner triad" in Xingyi Boxing, which refers to the practice of martial artists, and the success of ghosts and gods is terrifying.

When practicing, it is necessary to store vitality by closing pores, which can cultivate one's self-cultivation.

When fighting, it is necessary to release the vitality in the body instantly, which can kill people and kill people.

If you don't practice fighting, you will be empty when you get old; if you don't practice fighting, it will be difficult to die for a long time.

The reason why the murderer kills is in the key to the national arts. ”

When he said this, the aura of the Great Grandmaster on his body was so overwhelming that the two policemen on the opposite side couldn't even open their mouths, so they could only listen to him honestly before they could speak.

"I don't understand what you're saying, I don't know national arts, but I've solved so many murders. Could it be that the national art has anything to do with whether or not you can solve the case, and you give me a reason to let you out?" Lu Xuanxin took a deep breath and slapped the table and yelled at Peng Yichen.

After speaking, Lu Xuanxin and his subordinate detectives got up and left a little annoyed.

Peng Yichen ignored their attitudes and read out a few lives to himself: "Tong Zhengting, Tan Jingyao, Cao Zi'an, Ruan Qingyang, Fang Wenxi, Fu Shengtai, Fang Liude, the next one to die must be one of them." ”

Lu Xuanxin looked back at him, didn't speak, turned around and walked out.

As soon as she went out, she instructed her detectives, "Help me find out the details of these eight people." ”

"Eight people?"

"Including this Xiahou Wu's information. ”

……

Dusk, Hong Kong Kowloon Museum of Art.

Visitors and museum staff have already left.

Only Tan Jingyao, an avant-garde artist from Hong Kong who is about to hold his own postmodern art exhibition recently, is still in the museum.

He really prepared his last unfinished gigantic work, the Chains of Bones.

Holding the carving attack, Tan Jingyao lowered his head, rode on the spine of the human skeleton, and slowly carved.

"5 years ago, when the life and death fight in Xiangjiang was at its most prosperous, there was a master of national art named Tan Jingyao, who relied on the family heirloom of the 12-way Tan leg to kick all over Asia, and was recognized as the first person in the Chinese leg method. After that, he quit martial arts and became an artist. A low, rough voice came from in front of Tan Jingyao, the voice was dry and ugly, as piercing as the sound of a broken gong.

Tan Jingyao was shocked in his heart, the person who came could walk a hundred meters beside him silently, but he didn't realize it, he must be a first-class person of the Great Sect Master.

He slowly stood up, his eyes flashing like lightning, and stabbed at the other party, intending to take the lead in the first place.

At this time, his family's ancestral "witnessing" technique, many masters of national arts planted on this trick.

It's a pity that the other party is obviously a determined master, and Tan Jingyao's "witnessing" is like a breeze on his face for him, and it is not worth it.

"The juniors sealed Yu Xiu, and specially came to teach Your Excellency the leg method. Today, we will decide whether we will be superior or dead. Sealed in front of Xiu's body, he was as cold as ice, as if he had long been abandoning life and death, and didn't care about his own life at all.

Tan Jingyao's heart was cold, "Decide the superior, but also decide life and death", this is exactly what he must say to the other party when the national art is in the battle of life and death.

After so many years, I didn't expect that I could still hear it and someone say this to myself.

Tan Jingyao snorted coldly: "Please hurry up and get down from my work, you can't step on it." ”

Feng Yuxiu listened to his words, his feet worked hard, and he took off in the air, and the superstar skull that was fixed in mid-air by seven or eight thick steel bars fell to the ground with a bang, and all the steel bars were broken by the strength of his legs, which showed the horror of his leg strength.

Tan Jingyao saw that the other party had destroyed the work he had worked hard to carve for months, so he rushed over from the other side angrily, flew up a few times, and kicked down hard at Feng Yuxiu's ankle and kneecap who had just landed.

The shot is a vicious and vicious serial poke of feet, and it really deserves to be the "first person in Chinese leg law" who has kicked all over Asia.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yuxiu didn't care about Tan Jingyao's kicked out of the poke at all, one hand was like a snake out of a hole, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced into Tan Jingyao's eyes, and his two fingers were like hooks, and he was actually going to gouge out his eyes with a fierce force.

It was a move to "encircle Wei to save Zhao", forcing Tan Jingyao to retract his poke leg to protect his eyes.

Tan Jingyao felt that the other party's fingers were getting closer and closer to his eyes, and the strong wind pierced his eyes, which surprised Tan Jingyao, who had specialized in the art of witnessing.

He secretly said in his heart, this person's skills are so profound, just the strong wind on my fingers can make my eyes tingle.

It is almost the innate qi of "volleying an inch in the air" that can only be used by the masters of the Bao Dan Realm in the legend.

Fortunately, he didn't really reach the strength of the Baodan master, so the strong wind on his fingers could only sting my eyes, but it couldn't really stab me, otherwise with this move, I might have died on the spot.

Thinking of this, Tan Jingyao threw a horizontal punch with his right hand, blocking Feng Yuxiu's two fingers.

Feng Yuxiu didn't use all his strength, he took two steps back, and put on a gossip palm.

Tan Jingyao didn't chase either, he knew that the other party was the only master of national arts he had seen in his life, and when he retreated, there must be a killing move waiting for him, so he also took a step back and set up the starting style of the family heirloom Tan leg.

At this time, he realized that his opponent's feet were congenitally crippled, which did not make him relax, but made him even more jealous of the opponent's strength.

mobilized the spirit and spirit of his whole body, and stared at Feng Yuxiu tightly.

He knew that he would definitely not be able to avoid today's "life and death fight".

It's okay, a warrior should die under his fist, whether the other party is killed by himself, or he is killed by the other party, it is not in vain.

……

The old cat wants to be violent to the end this time, and everyone hands over the tickets.