Hearing a "grunt" and fluttering sound behind him, Fang Buwei didn't know that this was going to be a "blood alliance".

Gao Zhensheng carried the Hongmen knife and cut off the head of the chicken with one sword, and the red stick of the criminal deputy carried a large bowl containing half a bowl of spirits, and received not a drop of chicken blood into the bowl.

This step was called "Slaying the Phoenix" in the later triads!

After receiving the chicken blood, the red stick held the sea bowl and walked to Situ Meitang first.

The old gentleman inserted his right index finger into the bloody wine, and then put it in his mouth and sipped it down.

Below the dragon head, the disciples of An Liang Tang present did the same, including the new disciples.

The reason why only one drop is drunk represents "a drop of blood for the alliance"!

After everyone finished drinking, Mr. Situ lit another incense stick and stood in front of the incense altar and recited a poem.

At this point, the ceremony was completed, and thirty-six newcomers worshiped Hongmen and became brothers with different surnames.

"Martial Altar!"

Sitting in the hall with a loud shout, all the uncles and guest secretaries all got up and stepped back.

The old Xingsheng invited the guest who came to watch the ceremony to walk to the back hall together.

The martial altar is set up at the back of the main hall, a huge courtyard, and the middle is surrounded by a ribbon in the open space with a radius of 20 meters.

In the middle of the open space, it is separated into a "field" shape with wooden rafters, which means four rings at the same time.

In the corner of each grid is an incense burner, with half an incense stick in the middle, which is used to compete for the time.

There were several weapon racks standing on one side of the ring, with swords, guns, swords, hammers, and sticks, all of which were real guys, but the blades were tightly wrapped in red cloth.

There were dozens of chairs around, headed by the dragon head, the uncles and the guests sat down, and the cousins stood behind, there were three or four hundred people.

After leaving the hall, Fang Buwei saw that there were nearly a hundred disciples wearing the same clothes as him, standing in a column on the side of the martial altar.

This is also a newcomer to this year's entry, but it is a small incense hall.

"If you don't want to fight, you can quit by yourself!" Gao Zhensheng shouted loudly.

Of the more than 30 disciples who had just started, more than half stepped out of the ranks, and only about a dozen remained.

Now is no longer the era of military dominance, so there are many people who have no intention of competing for the throne.

For disciples who are truly wealthy and influential, Tangkou will naturally arrange suitable positions for them.

There were one hundred and thirty people left in the field.

It seems like a lot, but it's not much.

Zhang Yonghe said that in 48 states in the United States, 29 of which have Anliang branches, there are nearly 800 new disciples this year, and only more than 100 people are intent on fighting.

On average, there are less than four students in a branch.

I asked twice more, and when I saw that no one had withdrawn, I sat down and shouted

"Draw lots!"

The red stick of the deputy of the torture held a box and stood in the middle of the sitting hall and Gao Zhensheng.

There was only a hole the size of a tea bowl on the box, and a hand could just reach into it.

Twelve disciples stepped forward and each drew a wooden stick.

Zi to ugly, Yin to Mao, a total of six groups.

After the twelve had finished drawing, twelve more went up.

Fang Buwei drew the Ding Gan noon branch, and Ding Gan did not support it.

When the lot was drawn, Gao Zhensheng nodded at him.

Fang Buwei didn't understand what Gao Zhensheng meant.

"Brothers, point to the end ......"

After everyone drew lots, Gao Zhensheng said loudly about the rules of the competition.

The time of each beat is half a pillar of incense, it is about fifteen minutes, if the incense is burned and the winner has not been determined, then the three masters of the sitting hall, the executive hall, and the torture hall will discuss and determine the winner.

In Fang Buwei's opinion, let alone using weapons, if it is really a fist, it will be clear in five minutes at most.

The first eight branches of the heavenly stem were put into the ring, and a gong sounded, and the four disciples each lit four sticks of timing incense.

The sound of the gong seemed to be still lingering in his ears, and a black shadow flew out of the ring and fell less than five meters away from Gao Zhensheng.

The disciple who came out of the fight clutched his chest, gritted his bloody teeth, and gasped for air.

The two martial arts disciples helped him up and checked his injuries.

"Whoever comes out loses!" Gao Zhensheng coldly glanced at the winner who was still standing in the east ring, and shouted loudly.

So fast?

Fang Buwei glanced at the disciple who won the East Fight, tall and strong, and his body shape was the same as Gao Zhensheng's.

He was thinking of finding some excuse to tell Zhang Yonghe that he didn't want to fight for the deputy and the deacon, and asked him to tell Mr. Situ, so he didn't pay attention to how this fight ended so quickly.

"Two broken sternums!" The disciple who checked the injuries said.

"Carry it down and heal!" Gao Zhensheng said coldly.

"It's a row-breaker ......"

Those who can fight naturally have some eyesight, and in one word, they say the boxing skills used by the winner.

Row breaker?

Wing Chun!

Fang Buwei thought of Ip Man and Bruce Lee......

Wing Chun is now not well-known in the country and is only circulated in Liangguang, Nanyang and overseas.

"Very strong, I'm not an opponent......"

Another disciple said.

Fang Buwei looked up, and the winning disciple had already gotten out of the ring and stood on the other side of the martial altar.

The other three groups are still playing back and forth on stage.

I don't know if it's affected by the first fight, but the next fight is much faster, and basically the field is frontal.

Including a disciple who made the Eight Seals of the Dragon Palm, he directly gave up the wandering grappling, and rushed to the opponent when he got on the stage.

Fang is not breathtaking to see.

Those who can come to fight have a bit of real kung fu.

A disciple who made a big gun, with a shake of the spear's head, was three spear flowers, even with an afterimage.

The era of the Republic of China was indeed the pinnacle of national art.

Half an hour later, it was not the turn of the party to play.

He is the Ding Gan noon branch, ranking twenty-second.

Four fights in one fight are equivalent to five fights, with an average of six minutes per fight, which is really fast.

The opponent was also a tall man, but he didn't look young, almost in his early forties.

The man clenched his fists and put on a posture.

Lightning hand?

Even the big guns that can shake out the guns have been seen, and goodbye to the natural fist, Fang Bu is not surprised or not.

Master Du Xinwu, the head of the Natural Gate, is the bodyguard of the Father of the Nation, and it is not surprising that the Natural Fist has spread overseas.

Fang Buwei hugged his fists and lit up the mountain gate again.

"Half-step collapse fist?" The middle-aged man asked with wide eyes.

Fang Buwei nodded.

It seems to be a knowledgeable person.

Collapse fist is only one of the five fists of Xingyi, and the half-step collapse fist is even more niche, and it is only in the past twenty or thirty years that it has been carried forward by Li Cunyi and Shang Yunxiang, and has not yet spread overseas.

"Dare to ask who you studied with?" The middle-aged man asked again.

"Family Teacher Hangul Club!"

It is the master Han who taught Fang Buwei Xingyi Boxing, the head of the boxing of the 87th Army.

Han Wenhui is a disciple of Li Cunyi, and Shang Yunxiang, Ma Yutang, and Huang Bainian are the same brothers, but the name is not as famous as these brothers.

"Luck, luck!" The middle-aged man happily hugged his fists, "Contemptible people learn from Master Natural Mendu......"

Sure enough, it was handed down by Du Xinwu.

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