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The rumors of the mimicry tiger fist and the rest of the mimic fist originated from the Five Birds Opera, but there is no way to study it, so it can only be a legend and cannot be taken seriously. There are two sources that can be determined, one is Zhang Zhongyi, who was in the 41st year of Jiajing. The other is Lin Feihu in the first year of Shunzhi in the Qing Dynasty.

The former one is a famous anti-Japanese house in the East China Sea, and the latter one is one of the leaders of the two Huai green forests in Shandong, all of which are reckless and cannot be put on the table.

However, because people are divided into north and south, there are also southern tigers and northern tigers.

The Southern Tiger is changeable and sharp, and the killer moves are not stopped. The Northern Tiger is thick and strong, and it rages. It is all in the way of killing and stopping, but in the eleventh year of the Republic of China, after Deng Tanhua and Liu Qingru compiled the essence of national art and summarized and improved the boxing method, the southern tiger and the northern tiger lost a lot of killing momentum.

However, there are exceptions, that is, the place where the north and the south meet, and the Zhang's Hall under the rule of Yangzhou Mansion Weiyuan Hall. On the left side of the hall entrance is the stone horse, and on the right is the stone swallow of the phase.

The meaning of the connection is that the general will enter the phase, and the horse will step on the swallow.

These two stone statues, in the years of the Anti-Japanese War, were almost plundered by himself, almost twists and turns, and only stayed, even in the most difficult years, Zhang's also survived, and it is said that it is by no means as simple as a stone statue, but a kind of spiritual sustenance.

Although the Zhang family in Yangzhou is not as good as those wealthy families, most of them are generals in the mud legs, and they have never been liked by the wealthy families. But the victory lies in loyalty, righteousness and benevolence, and it has a good reputation in the south and Shandong of the two Huaijiang and Yangtze rivers.

And the simulated tiger fist practiced by the Zhang family of Weiyuan Hall is the southern tiger and the northern tiger that have not been improved and castrated.

Zhang Ben adjusted his breathing, the muscles of his body were active, extremely relaxed, he hung his shirt on the railing next to him, and the kung fu pants on his lower body were loose and cinched at the waist, but Zhang Ben still wrapped a bandage around his waist, and then stood in front of Xia Zhen, standing in the middle of the field, expressionless.

The people in the warehouse are secretly smacking their tongues, they haven't seen muscular hunks, and the muscles of bodybuilding champions are definitely much more developed than Zhang Ben's.

But the muscles of the bodybuilding champion do not swell out except to make people feel like stones.

The huge triangle on Zhang Ben's back was very impactful, and after the bandages on his arms were wrapped, some knowledgeable people immediately said: "Good guy, what a master." ”

In the eyes of connoisseurs, some details can be seen in the real chapter.

Xia Zhen was dumbfounded, a little puzzled: This kid turned out to be so good.

It's like a man looking at the beauty wrapped tightly, thinking it was Princess Taiping Airport, but as soon as he took off his clothes, it was turbulent wave after wave, and it was difficult to grasp it with one hand, and it was expected to burst.

The face of the young man known as the weasel changed, and someone next to him whispered in his ear: "Huang Shao, this kid is definitely a master." ”

Two more young men smiled at him: "Shiro, Xia Zhen is really prepared today." ”

When Xia Zhen heard them speak, he couldn't help pouting in his heart: Come with a hammer in preparation, let's just make up a few pieces of it temporarily, but I didn't expect it to be a master.

Everyone present could feel the absolute confidence in Zhang Ben's eyes, coupled with the composure standing there, there was an invisible aura that controlled the gamblers' minds for a while.

"Weasel! You'd better hurry up! We're busy, but we don't have that time to grind with you. ”

Xia Zhen was full of confidence at this time, of course she knew that she had hit the treasure with great luck. I didn't expect a little security guard, a student boy, or a master.

"Arslen, are you sure you can win him?" The young man surnamed Huang turned his head seriously and asked a big man next to him, this big man was about 1.95 meters tall, strong and strong, with bubble nails on his bracers, and he was also naked, wearing a warm blanket, and his hair was very small, as if he had been shaved like this on purpose.

"I don't know."

Dahan answered honestly.

This Arsleng is a Mongolian, and the Mongolian word means lion.

"I want you to win, you win this one, you can choose the house in Baotou. I'll give you a big truck! ”

The young man surnamed Huang stared at Arslen with his eyes, and the Mongolian strong man's expression was obviously excited, and he looked at Zhang Ben, who was motionless in the venue, closed his eyes and recuperated, and then gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay!" ”

"Fourth Young Master......" When Alslen slowly walked into the scene, a middle-aged man next to the young man surnamed Huang whispered in his ear: "This kid ...... It's hard to be a Southern Boxing Grandmaster. ”

The young man surnamed Huang no longer had any martial arts knowledge, he wouldn't fail to understand what the grandmaster meant, and his eyes widened: "Grandmaster?!" ”

Zhang Ben's ears twitched, he just held his breath and concentrated, perceiving the surroundings, and the sound in his ears could not be hidden. The dialogue between the middle-aged man and the young man surnamed Huang was also captured by him, and Zhang Ben's heart trembled: Gone? Is it a master? Not like.

Zhang Ben opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the middle-aged man, who saw Zhang Ben looking at him, he actually nodded, then smiled slightly, and shrank behind the young man surnamed Huang.

"Let's get started!"

At the sound of an order, the surrounding area of the venue was emptied, and a huge circle was revealed as everyone retreated, with a huge driving hook overhead, surrounded by several incandescent lamps, and the three discarded oil drums inside were lit bonfires.

The people who came also wanted to see what kind of master Xia Guinong's baby daughter was looking for, and it made the fourth young master of the Huang family so nervous and restrained, this is not his style.

"Fifty thousand! Fifty thousand! 50,000!! ”

Xia Zhen yelled in the back, as if he was waving a ticket to seduce the bitch on the street, making Zhang Ben angry.

Glaring back at her, Xia Zhen was startled, retracted his hands, jumped back, and then felt that he shouldn't be, and immediately shouted again: "Master, hurry up, we have to send you back!" ”

When I said this, the tense atmosphere suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Alslen is a lion, with a huge height advantage, terrifying muscle strength, and Mongolian-style wrestling skills, and the lower plate that comes over when he walks is stable, no matter how you look at Zhang Ben, he is in a weak position.

The distance between the two was about five meters, and Arslen didn't take a step forward at five meters, but slowly bent down, to be precise, leaned forward, and reached out with his hands, forming a virtual claw.

The left foot is slightly forward, and the ball of the right foot is against the ground, which is to exert force!

Zhang Ben's eyes contracted, and he secretly praised in his heart: Good guy, this Mongolian man can actually sumo wrestling in Shandong!

This is the starting hand of Shandong Hebei Sumo, different from the kind of Roshan Demon King of this sumo, this skill is more of a kind of strength advantage to destroy the opponent, very powerful.

Zhang Ben's right hand became a claw, and his left hand was weak, and he couldn't see what posture it was.

At the moment when the atmosphere is stagnant, this is an opportunity node, a skill opportunity, and no one can be missed.

Arslen is like a male lion, accelerating suddenly, with huge strength and impact, and a mass of more than two hundred catties will collapse even if it hits a cow.

Every step was solid, and the floor was slamming.

Zhang Ben hadn't moved yet, but he was a little discerning, but he saw that Zhang Ben had actually moved, his left hand was also claw-shaped, and his body had sunk by more than three inches.

"Whoa!!!"

Arslen is a rampaging lion whose momentum has risen to the pinnacle, and he has already killed thirty-two opponents in a row in this scrap car yard, which is a small record in Zhonghai City.

The last time he broke Xia Zhen's ribs directly, his left arm was dislocated, which can not be described as fierce.

Just when everyone thought that Zhang Ben was going to be killed, Zhang Ben's whole person shrank down, as if he was squatting halfway.

Alslen's left arm had already swung out, and he was going to overthrow Zhang Ben with one palm, and then control him to the ground to achieve victory.

Generally speaking, ordinary people will be recruited, because Alslen's height is too high, the height of 1.95 meters is absolutely condescending, and the arm span, strength, strength, and weight are all absolute advantages.

"Ha !!"

Zhang Ben roared, and the entire warehouse buzzed, and Xia Zhen, who was closer, only felt that his ears were buzzing, and before he had time to cover his ears, he saw Zhang Ben's claws clasping Alslen's lower back, and the whole person's muscles were tense, and his whole body exerted strength.

At this moment, everyone's eyes widened, and the young man surnamed Huang scolded in his mouth: "I'm fucking his bitch!" ”

Alslen's huge body was instantly lifted above his head by Zhang Ben and then pushed back, and with a bang, Arslen's whole head hit the floor behind Zhang Ben.

Zhang Ben stiffened a carp, jumped up from the ground, and then patted the dust on his body, and Arslen on the ground had fainted.

It's an American wrestling technique!

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