There were bursts of echoes in the martial arts hall, the two of them were off the stage, and the two of them were on stage, forming an alternative strange scene.

On the stage, the old monk Zhaobei stood there as steadily as Mount Tai, seeing Long Qingyu's light skills, stepping on the footwork book and coming by himself, with an expectant look on his face.

"Whew!"

The old monk Zhaobei's body moved slowly to the left like Tai Chi, Long Qingyu's dragon god palm fell into the air, and the old monk's movements looked very slow, but in fact, this is also a kind of light footwork called 'Mahayana footwork', which has the effect of pushing fast with slow.

Besides, Long Qingyu, who was surprised that his palm fell short but did not show it, was a little unoptimistic about himself.

But this is good, you can have a discussion with this old monk, and your own martial arts experience and on-the-spot play have been greatly touched, if you can spend a while longer, I believe you will definitely be able to gain, of course, it also depends on whether the other party has the mentality of polishing the words, or the mentality of deliberately tidying up.

The old monk looked at the power of Long Qingyu's palm and nodded secretly, taking the disciple Sun Qianxiang as an example, he was definitely not the opponent of this young man.

He maintained the true strength of the same skill as Long Qingyu, and looked at Long Qingyu just stopped and said with a smile, "Hehe, it's my turn!"

When the maid Ning'er looked at the old monk pointing to her nose and saying, 'It's my turn', she had an urge to beat people, even if you pretended to be so obscene, you couldn't laugh so obscenely, and you were still a monk.

"Fast and slow invincible fist!"

As the old monk Zhaobei spoke, the true qi in his body was running wildly, and he swung out a single fist, in his heart, there was no need to make a double fist, this punch was forceful, and the surrounding air smashed and smashed.

"Miss, you see, this old man is not ashamed to even give himself the name of his boxing method so shamelessly, what is 'fast and slow invincible fist!' is really the older a person is, the more shameless he becomes. The maid Ning'er sat on the futon and pointed hatefully at the old monk Zhaobei on the stage.

"Ning'er, don't mess around, I think this old monk wants to give Long Shao benefits. Xue Rubing's smart phoenix eyes blinked and said.

"Miss, do you mean accumulating experience in fighting with each other!" The little girl opened her mouth in surprise, and looked at the old monk on the stage suspiciously, is this old monk at the level of a naughty child, how can he have to find someone to learn from the child.

"So far, let's see it!" Xue Rubing said lightly, too.

It is said that Long Qingyu on the stage saw that the old monk's punch was not as fast as he imagined but very slow, could it be fast later, but he didn't dare to take it lightly, the true qi in his body was running, his left foot stepped on, his right foot stepped on it, and there was a trembling sound on the stage.

Then Long Qingyu's whole person stood in front like a rock, and waved out with one hand, and the true qi around the palm formed a coiling dragon phantom, and the dragon's head was attached to the fist, and the power was very terrifying.

As expected, Long Qingyu's palm had just been swung out, and the old monk's fist, which was still in the middle of the two, appeared in Long Qingyu's palm in an instant as if it had shrunk into an inch.

Long Qingyu was really surprised under the slow and fast fist, he didn't expect that there was such a boxing technique, and he had to figure it out, but this thought was suppressed by him, and it was too late to think about it, and the dragon god palm met the old monk's fist.

"Bang!"

The space made a roaring sound, louder than ordinary firecrackers, and Long Qingyu's body, which was like a rock just now, took a few steps back, and the numbness of his right arm drilled his heart, and then he saw that the palm was cracked, and a trace of blood flowed out of the tiger's mouth, he clenched his fist, and did not show a dying posture, but a little excitement.

Although the old monk Zhaobei did not retreat, at the moment when his fists collided, his body shook three times, and he stabilized his body dangerously, and almost retreated, and his fist was not injured at all.

"Monk, I almost planted it. The old monk Zhaobei muttered to himself in his heart, how could an old man like him retreat, this is a considerable skill! How old is this kid! He is really old.

"Senior, come again!"

Long Qingyu's momentum is not reduced, but it is very high, his eyes are bright, and he walks towards the old monk with dragon steps.

"Okay, refreshing!"

The old monk Zhaobei saw that Long Qingyu was coming to his son fearlessly, and secretly gave a thumbs up, it seems that if you use your fists to deal with this kid, hey! It's really good, those old guys in the past couldn't make me so easy to palm, but if you are right with this kid, you can let me ...... Ay.

"Fast and slow invincible fist!"

The old monk Zhaobei still drank loudly, but his voice seemed to be hoarse, a little like the sound of an old hen crowing, and Xue Rubing and the maid Ning'er couldn't help but laugh when they heard it.

"The old hen is laying eggs!" said the maid Ning'er with a smile as she looked at the stage and teased.

The old monk who had already punched was so angry that he was so hung that he said that his mouth was really damaged, but he had also learned it before. In this case, the true qi is dispersed, and there is not much harm to his body, at most he will rest for the first half of the day.

But in this case, it is very likely that you will plant yourself when you collide with the other party's Long Qingyu.

Long Qingyu wanted to laugh when he heard this, but the opposite side was an old-timer, and he couldn't make the old man's face even more difficult.

"Dragon God Palm!"

Long Qingyu saw that the old monk Zhaobei was up with both fists, and he was also carrying with both palms, and he couldn't let the old monk think that he was despising him, I have two fists, you kid has one palm, and the provocation of Chiluoluo.

Since I met the old man of the dead machine, and worshiped a beggar as a teacher, I have an understanding of the temperament of this older generation, who is decent, and has a freewheeling temperament, which cannot be fathomed, of course, as a peak-level character, he definitely has his proud side.

If this old monk is a person of the same generation as the beggar master, he should respect something, and the most important thing is that he thinks that this old monk is definitely not bad-hearted.

As soon as the dragon god palm came out, the strength of the palms burst out, and the true qi illusion of the double dragon surrounded its surface, and with his soft shout, the palms once again met the old monk's fists.

"Bang!

There is no superfluous dodge between the two, it is completely a contest of considerable strength, who wins and who loses depends on which martial arts are exquisite, and the subtlety of a move or palm may play a decisive role.

Long Qingyu was broken back again, his body shook a little uncomfortable, and the qi and blood in his body were surging, secretly running from the dantian, which was the true qi in his body calmed down.

The old monk Zhaobei frowned after a punch, still not moving in place, but he felt that his palms were numb!

Long Qingyu wiped the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, his body rushed out, and his palm technique was waved out with a change of moves. The old monk also did not refuse to come, and he was quite excited.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After more than a dozen moves in a row, Long Qingyu's hands were broken, and the old monk was also a little uncomfortable, and his hands were numb from the shock.

Long Qingyu knew that it was not a way to go on like this, so he had to find a way to interfere with him, so that he could take advantage of the opportunity.

Thinking of this, his dantian was running, and he raised his mouth to the sky and roared, "Dragon's Groan!"

(End of chapter)