"Lu Qibin, where did they get such a person, if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, I wouldn't have been able to believe it. ”

In the past, Master Xu often heard that there were many powerful people in the Tianjue National Art Hall, what armed police instructors, special police coaches, who can kill a cow with one punch and pick up a horse with a slap. He also longed to visit this kind of god man, but now that he has really entered this National Art Hall, these legendary people are impressed by the political commissar and comrades-in-arms beside him, and this feeling is indescribable.

Becoming comrades-in-arms with people like Yu Tingcheng and working in a unit, Senior Commander Xu suddenly had a sense of pride.

Not long after, Yu Tingcheng, who had already changed his clothes and combed his hair, was pulled out by Cheng Rui, which suddenly made people's eyes shine: because the clothes that Cheng Rui bought for Yu Tingcheng were actually sleeveless suspender tops, mini skirts, typical summer cool clothes. Although Cheng Rui is also dressed like this, for Yu Tingcheng, who has always been conservative in her dressing style, it obviously makes her a little uncomfortable, and she glares at Cheng Rui from time to time.

Cheng Rui had a thief smile on her face. I have to say that Yu Tingcheng put on this dress, which really subverted everyone's impression of her at the beginning: fair skin, delicate face, golden ratio figure, especially the long legs under the miniskirt, made the old men present straighten their eyes. Yu Qingcheng subconsciously tightened the hem of his skirt, wanting to arch his hand to speak, but he felt that his clothes were a little unsuitable for doing this kind of action anymore.

In the end, Yu Qingcheng squeezed out a sentence: "Instructor Yu, is he okay?"

"Don't worry, he can't die. Director Ren retracted his mind, and seemed to lose to such a girl in their group, and his face was a little unbearable. At this time, everyone even had such an idea in their hearts: Obviously you can eat with your face, why is your kung fu so powerful, and you can't let people live? Yu Qingcheng also felt that he should accept it when he saw it, and only said: "In this case, this round of the competition, it should be that the juniors are better......

The competition has reached this point, and there is no need to consume it any longer.

"Master Yu, you are indeed good kung fu. But in the final analysis, boxing is only useful if it is practiced in actual combat, what is the use of just practicing well?" But to Yu Tingcheng's surprise, there was someone next to Director Ren who spoke again! Originally, Yu Tingcheng showed strong kung fu, which already made these people feel a little afraid in their hearts, but the clothes that Cheng Rui bought for her made the image that Yu Tingcheng had just established collapse a lot.

This also proves that being too beautiful is not necessarily a good thing.

"Fancy shelf?" Yu Qingcheng naturally didn't understand what these people thought, she just didn't expect that this group of people didn't retreat in spite of the difficulties, and she couldn't accept it when she saw it.

The middle-aged man next to Director Ren who was wearing a dark coat and scissor-mouth cloth shoes, and a thin figure had already raised his arm to Yu Qingcheng. "How about it, how about a hand?" Yu Qingcheng glanced at these people, but he was surprised by their persistence. This person is Chen Dongquan, the martial arts coach of the Jinmen Public Security Corps, a gossip master of the Northern School, and she can also feel that this person is in his prime, and his martial arts are also dripping through the stones, and he has reached Huajin.

But Huajin is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, and Yu Qingcheng also feels that these people have lost their eyes and started to fight for their will.

"No need. ”

"What's the matter, you're scared, don't you dare to take a hand?" Chen Dongquan sneered, quite aggressive, "Actual combat is different from acting, you are just relying on your youth and strength to be stronger, and your physical strength is better." If you really want to talk about actual combat, you are still far behind!" Chen Dongquan seemed to be the youngest here, but his anger was also the largest, and after he stretched out his hand, his fist made a crisp sound.

Although he is nearly fifty years old, the skin on his hands is smooth, and he does not have the old skin of an ordinary practitioner. This is after the deep kung fu of the inner family, the pores have been opened and closed for many years, and the old skin that has been practiced horizontally has been practiced off, and a tough new film has grown. Yu Chengcheng has already reached such a level, the three scars on his back have all disappeared after the kung fu has been transformed, and he is wearing a suspender shirt at this time, revealing his skin as smooth as jade.

That's why this kind of image makes people who face her less afraid.

"Really?" Yu Qingcheng saw that he had said this, where could he be polite, and he also raised his hand and put it on Instructor Chen's arm. At this time, she felt a strong grinding, which was the fist strength of the spiral shaking feet and the big smashing of the Baguazhang! However, for Yu Qingcheng, although the fist strength of this instructor Chen Dongquan was profound, it obviously did not reach the realm of pushing the stone mill away and throwing it out.

As soon as the two of them reached their arms, Chen Dongquan only felt that the sky was spinning, as if the whole person was going to spin like a spinning top! Although the two of them are both spiral feet, they are very different in strength and skill.

Although these people have become proficient, they have accumulated over time, and their realm has gone up, but their physical strength is difficult to keep up. But it is not compared to Allure City, who is now only twenty-four or five years old, with a strong body and sufficient qi and blood, this kind of transformation strength is the real recognized transformation master in the national art world, not the kind of person who is too old to be angry and can only teach but not fight. These people are also destined not to be able to compete with people like Sanginov, let alone compete with Tsuyoshi Fujita.

At this time, Chen Dongquan also woke up from the illusion just now: this incomparably beautiful girl is not a weak girl who makes their eyes shine, but an eight-pole giant who has beaten all the invincible hands of black and white, and his fists are killing people.

It can be said that as long as Yu Qingcheng is sent again, he will be able to use this Chen Dong to fly all the way and make him a big ugly. But Yu Tingcheng didn't want to embarrass the other party too much, and was about to withdraw his arm to say a word, not wanting that a figure next to him had already forced over, so he raised his palm and pressed: "Lieutenant Colonel Yu, Instructor Chen is unwell today, and let him stand down and rest." I'll accompany you for a second shot!" Yu Qingcheng suddenly shook off Chen Dongquan, but the strength in his hand was not ready to be withdrawn.

So she gave this palm power away.

"Good time!"

Yu Qingcheng didn't expect that when she was working with Instructor Chen Dongquan, someone would come to persuade her. This was originally an understandable thing, but this person who persuaded the fight, on the surface, was harmonious between the two parties, but in fact, he pressed his palm, but he directly cut Yu Chengcheng's right wrist joint, and if he exerted force from his point of view, he would let Yu Tingcheng be pressed to the ground and could not resist, and at worst, he would be able to break one of her arms.

This is Wudang's heavenly lingering hand, specializing in hitting people off the line and capturing small joints, which is extremely vicious.

And this person who pulls the bias frame is the head martial arts coach of the Chengguan Brigade, Yang Dakai! Yu Chengcheng is in the army and has killed two chengguans, Yang Dakai has long wanted to find this field, so now he takes the opportunity to pull back the bias frame, wanting to make Yu Chengcheng suffer a loss. I didn't want Yu Chengcheng to be angry with him at this time, and after throwing Chen Dongquan away, the fist strength that he originally wanted to keep one hand no longer withdrew, and he held Yang Dakai's right hand.

Yang Dakai was supported by this, and he was suddenly dizzy and his head was swollen, his whole body was numb, and his palm, which had not yet become a claw, could not lift any strength! At this moment, he knew that Yu Qingcheng's kung fu was higher than he imagined, and at this time, he hit the muzzle of the cannon again, and was trying his best to get out, but he was turned by Yu Chengcheng's palm, and he turned from a support to a send-off, and slapped his palm to his claw, and the whole person was bombarded to a wall five or six meters away!

One support and one erection, and then send it out, this is the old eight-pole shelf, the heart sweeps the cross handle. This time, Yang Dakai was really like a cloud, and the whole person was stunned.

Fortunately, Yu Qingcheng was hand-in-hand with people at first, and the strength of the shock did not hurt people. But this palm also broke Yang Dakai's right arm, and the whole person "banged" on the courtyard wall of the Guoshu Pavilion more than four meters high, and it was pasted like a New Year's painting for more than a second, and then it slipped down softly. At this moment, Chen Dongquan, who had not yet taken a breath, and the rest of the directors couldn't help but puff out their eyes.

"Hitting people is like hanging a picture!"

The penetration of fist strength is not only the bright strength, but also the dark energy needs to reach the point where it is continuous, and that is when kung fu is practiced at home. And Yu Chengcheng turned out to be after the martial arts were introduced, and the skills were practiced to the point of insight into the details, so that the rigidity and softness of the bright strength and the rigidity and softness of the dark strength could be completely penetrated, and the real light and darkness were blended, and the strings were intertwined to reach the supreme realm! This kind of fist strength is almost the peak of the strength, and people can't look up.

At this moment, they really knew how powerful Yu Qingcheng was, and he was indeed the real real combat national art master who made Fujita Gang avoid his edge.

Director Ren and an instructor beside him hurriedly went over to help Yang Dakai up, although it was close to Yu Chengcheng's means, but where could he put his face. argued: "Yu Qingcheng, it's just a hand, why do you have such a heavy hand?"

"When the Tianjue National Art Hall and people join hands, how many people go up together? I haven't heard of this kind of rule!" Yu Tingcheng's face was not good-looking, and when he said this, his fist clenched, and the thunder sound shook, and his body and face were all covered with blue-black tendons! This made Master Xu and Cheng Rui also take several steps back in fright; Director Ren looked at Yu Chengcheng's appearance, and his throat grunted, and the whole person suddenly withered.

Yu Chengcheng's meaning is obvious: if you don't know what to do, you will have an end with Yang Da.

"Hey, Boss Ren, forget it. The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach. At this time, Chen Dongquan also persuaded Director Ren. To be honest, he was still a little glad in his heart, and in the end, Yu Qingcheng's palm didn't hit him; after all, the broken arm was small, and it would recover in a few months at most, but if someone "shot it on the wall", this face would be lost.

Yu Chengcheng's kung fu is really something he can't resist.

This time, in the originally lively Tianjue National Art Museum, only a few of them were left, including two or three big cats and kittens, which looked so desolate.

"Well, forget it. We didn't want to say anything more, but the rules that had been passed down from before didn't want to break in our hands. This time, our Tianjue National Art Museum admits that you have the qualifications to start a sect, so we won't keep you more. Director Ren seemed to be ten years old, and he said these words a little unwillingly. But he said it very cleverly, avoiding the important and trivial, only saying that the Tianjue National Art Museum recognized Yu Qingcheng, which did not mean anything.

Obviously, these people are also people with status, and they will definitely form gangs in the future, encourage masters to compete with Yu Chengcheng, and dismantle her platform.

However, Yu Tingcheng didn't care about this. She is now in her prime, in full swing, and she is looking for someone to try her hand, and she doesn't bother to compete with a bunch of outdated old guns.

"So, thank you for your advice. Let's have a meal together, I'll be the east. Yu Qingcheng arched his hand, and walked out of the gate of the Tianjue National Art Hall with Master Xu and Cheng Rui, and left with the guards.