No matter how powerful Song Zhiming is, he will definitely not be able to compare to Ye Xingzhong.

Ye Xingzhong had already fought all over Jinling's invincible opponents, including Gu Zhenlong's guard battalion, and no one was his opponent.

But if the other party doesn't say it, he will recruit it.

No matter how strong this Song Zhichang is, how strong can it be?

Out of courtesy, Fang Buwei also hugged his fists and shouted again.

Song Zhiming retracted his posture, protected his chest with both hands, stepped backwards to chase the horse, and walked unhurriedly.

Insiders can see that Song Zhiming is first pranayama and accumulating energy, and secondly, he is cowardly Fang Buwei, afraid that Fang Buwei will suddenly bully and press in.

Song Ziming is not blind, he must have seen Fang Buwei's previous performance in the ring, I am afraid that he is clenching his brains, and he has not come up with a way to win. The reason why I held on hard at this time was just that I didn't want to lose too ugly like everyone else.

Fang Buwei frowned for where he had time to waste, and asked in a cold voice, "Do you want to fight?" If I don't fight, I'll admit defeat......"

Admit defeat?

Who throws in the towel?

Qi Wuxiang?

The audience was in an uproar, Zhang Yonghe frowned, and Gao Zhensheng glared angrily and took the case.

Fang Buwei was a little puzzled, it's not good for me to admit defeat, Gao Zhensheng's anger?

Song Zhiming was excited, and his face was purple.

Fang Buwei really wanted to admit defeat, even if he won the top spot, he wouldn't be able to raise his head in An Liangtang in the future.

"Enlightened!" Song Zhiming exhaled heavily, and with an arrow step, he didn't rush towards the side.

Fang Buwei glanced at Song Ziming's fist.

The punch was either to the chest or to the throat.

Looking at the lower plate again, the left knee is raised, the toes are drooping, it seems that the knee is used, and its strength is all concentrated on the toes, and eighty percent is aimed at the lower yin......

The double fist is a disguise, and the foot is the trick.

Sure enough, it was yin and ruthless.

If it was normal, Fang Buwei would have to let him taste some lessons, but where did he feel this mood now?

He squatted down violently, avoided Song Ziming's punch, and blocked Song Ziming's legs with both hands.

Song Zhiming only felt that his left leg was numb, as if he had kicked an iron plate.

Before he could react, he felt a tightness in his chest, and his whole body flew up.

The barricade of the ring is getting farther and farther away from him, and Song Zhiming is ashamed and angry.

Still coming?

Every disciple who had fought with Fang Buwei before flew out like this.

With a "bang", Song Zhiming's back slammed into the open space under the ring.

If you lose the battle, you won't win.

"Good ......"

There was another cheer below.

"What's this trick?" Sitting in the hall, he tilted his head and asked Gao Zhensheng on the side.

He only saw Fang Buwei squatting, and then together, Song Zhiming, who was as powerful as a tiger, flew out upside down, and he didn't see how Fang Buwei exerted his strength at all.

"I don't understand either!" Gao Zhensheng frowned and replied.

"Aren't you a former?" Sitting in the hall asked.

"This is not Xingyi!" Gao Zhensheng shook his head.

He still hasn't said a word.

Among the famous boxers, there doesn't seem to be this move.

If you have to find some relationship, at most it is a bit like the iron mountain of the eight poles, or the lion arch back of Wudang Boxing.

In fact, even Fang Buwei couldn't call out what a trick it was.

It was all a knee-jerk reaction on his part.

Usually idle, he will also have tricks with Lian Zhiqi and Ye Xingzhong, and the one who practices the most is Ye Xingzhong.

Over time, my mind had an impression of some of the power techniques and techniques used by Ye Xingzhong, and they were better than Ye Xingzhong.

One party passes, all the laws are passed, and the party is not for his own words, he has reached the realm of no tricks to win, and he will use it at a glance.

No one thinks that Fang Buwei's words are too shameless, but there is no way to refute them.

Ye Xingzhong and Lian Zhiqi often sighed, Fang Buwei was born to learn martial arts, with his skills, it is estimated that there is no problem to fight all over Tianjin.

Fang Buwei hugged his fists again and prepared to fight.

"Wait!" The red stick of the prison shouted, "What's the hurry? ”

In Hongmen, "Xinyi" represents the former, and he also has to "wear flowers and praise officials".

This procedure is still imitated by the old practice of the Ming Dynasty.

Fang Buwei glanced at the red stick and continued to walk down.

He was in a hurry to find Situ Longtou to explain the reason why he was not going to ascend to the altar.

"Wait!" There was another shout, and a figure jumped into the ring.

Gao Zhensheng.

"Didn't the brothers in the auditorium teach you the rules?" Gao Zhensheng asked in a cold voice.

Fang Buwei knew what Gao Zhensheng meant by asking.

If you want to ascend to the altar, the leader cannot leave the martial arts, but must shout for his life and announce it to the leader and the leaders of each row.

"I don't want to fight!" Fang is not a return.

"Why?" Gao Zhensheng's face sank.

What do you mean?

I don't want to fight with you, but you're not happy?

Fang Buwei glanced at Gao Zhensheng and said truthfully: "The criminal deputy and the executive hall need to guard the main hall all year round, I don't have time!" ”

"I don't even want to do it, what do you want to do?" Gao Zhensheng gritted his teeth and asked.

"The three lines are red or flower arrangement, it's really not good, and the six patrols or the town and the mountains are also good......" Fang is not a reply.

"What do you think is beautiful?" Gao Zhen laughed angrily, "Think this is your home? ”

Gao Zhensheng lifted his robe and rolled it into his waist: "Let's fight first!" ”

Is there anything like this?

Fang Buwei was confused.

There was an uproar in the audience, and they didn't understand why Gao Zhensheng suddenly got down?

"Brother Zhensheng!" Zhang Yonghe walked a few steps quickly, rushed into the ring, and stopped between the two.

"What's the matter with you?" Zhang Yonghe asked Fang Buwei in a low voice.

Fang Buwei repeated what he had just said again.

After Zhang Yonghe listened, he looked at Gao Zhensheng and sighed again: "Go down first, don't mess with the rules!" ”

Gao Zhensheng gritted his teeth, glared at Fang Buwei, and followed Zhang Yonghe out of the ring.

Fang is not confused, I don't understand which one is this trouble?

Gao Zhensheng seemed to wish that someone could remove him from his seat in the executive hall?

Zhang Yonghe walked a few steps quickly, and Situ Meitang said a few words in his ear, Situ Meitang looked at Fang Buwei, and finally nodded.

"Bang" A gong sounded, and the hall shouted: "Roll call!" ”

Fang Buwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the old gentleman agreed.

Gao Zhensheng, Zhang Yonghe, and Li Zaiyi, each holding a red lacquer square plate, followed behind Situ Longtou, and walked into the martial arts arena together.

The red silk on the square plate was lifted, revealing several things.

A red ribbon inlaid with gold edges, a copper waist plate, an invitation-like incense book, a pen inkstone next to it, and a jade seal the size of a fist.

The old gentleman picked up the red ribbon first and tied it to Fang Buwei's forehead.

This ribbon refers to the golden flower black gauze hat, which in the Ming Dynasty only the new champion was eligible to wear.

After tying the ribbon, the old gentleman picked up the brush again and opened the incense book.

Fang Buwei glanced at it, it was still like Yu Erjun's incense book, with a large number of words written on it, not too similar, a little different. ntent

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