Li Guolou is angry, he dares to swing his fist against the British devil who is a head taller than him, how can he be afraid that the other party's words will squeeze people. He stood up, patted the case, and shouted, "Good! I'll sign! Fat cow! I've played too much with a body like you, and if I can't beat you in ten rounds, I'll be your gray grandson. ”

Wang Wuda was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Good! Both of them are heroes, and I, Wang Wu, am a witness. ”

The fat ox rose from the ground and shouted, "Good! I'm here to see Li Guolou's lost steps, and who is the gray grandson? ”

What is it called? This is called trying the depth of Li Guolou first, how big the pool is, how big the fish is, whether Li Guolou is an ornamental golden goldfish, or a hidden dragon in the dragon pool, wait and see.

Huang Qiying is not a fuel-efficient lamp, how can she be frightened by a hairy child. They have already planned every step, whether they win or lose, they have a second move.

That Bazi sat still, he had long known that Huang Qiying would have this trick, and he was still as steady as Mount Tai, raising his hand to drink tea. Huang Qiying was also silent, as if she had nothing to do with herself.

Li Guolou was played by a few old rivers and lakes as a monkey in the end, he thought too simply, thinking that someone would "take revenge" next after winning a game, and come out to compete with him again, when he took off his coat, he deliberately stared at the "vulture" Chen Shuang. Li Guolou looked at this light hammer the most unpleasant, from the time he entered the door to the present, the vultures kept stroking the bald head, didn't he have an iron head? Then it will be time to see how he makes a few holes in the light hammer. There are only fools in the world who practice iron-headed skills, useless kung fu, and they are useless. The martial arts practiced horizontally, like slow motion and faltering, are the same as the brains of the Qing Empire, unable to keep up with the pace of the times.

Li Guolou has been exposed to martial arts since he was a child, and he has not been deceived by those kung fu masters. But the movement is slow, the force is long, and there is a deep inhale when punching. Li Guolou is well aware of the advantages and disadvantages of horizontal martial arts, even if he sticks together face-to-face with the vulture, he is not afraid of the vulture's eagle grasp. Li Guolou was full of expectations for Huang Qiying's shadowless feet, thinking that as long as he could kill the Iron Bull and the vulture in ten rounds, Huang Qiying would definitely end up in person.

The open space in front of the living room has enough stretching and moving space, Li Guolou didn't say much, he took off only a vest, which was different from the short coat worn by the Han people, and it was a product at first glance. The muscles on Li Guolou's body are not like an iron bull, bulging one by one, but the lines are clear, the green tendons burst out, and with a little force, they are wriggling like earthworms.

Li Guolou was jumping in the living room, jumping briskly, different from Tie Niu's solemn expression, he kept jumping left and right at a distance of three feet from the fat cow, like a cockroach, making people want to shoot him to death.

The fat cow couldn't stand the annoying "cockroaches", so he shouted, and a huge iron fist went straight to the door of Li Guolou.

Huang Qiying stared at Li Guolou's feet from the beginning, daring to be three feet away from the opponent, not afraid of the opponent sticking up, could it be that the fake foreign devil would not be able to wrestle? You must know that kung fu master battles, most of them defeat the enemy with one move. Really sticking together, that is, using brute strength and wrestling ingenuity, and then trying to hit people with legs and feet, this distance is not enough to control the enemy, and the closer you get, the more likely it is to become wrestling. But looking at the figure of the fake foreign devil, he is not like a master of Mongolian wrestling. You must know that Mongolian wrestling pays attention to the combination of size and strength, and you can't make a difference in Mongolian wrestling without a cross block. What kind of kung fu does Huang Qiying know about Li Guolou? At this time, I can't see it, I can't help but feel a little ashamed, I know the roots, in order to survive a hundred battles, today's "rowing", he can only rely on the apprentice to try out the depth of this pool of water first. When you see a good situation, you will go up, and when you see danger, you will talk about the situation in the rivers and lakes.

Li Guolou saw the fat cow's right fist slamming into his face, and shouted: "Okay! The other dodged to the left, drawing out the fat cow's other fist. Kung fu is used to fight, and kung fu that can't win is a showmanship, and Li Guolou understood this truth at the age of ten. Don't listen to those masters, this kung fu is broad and profound, and it will take at least twenty or thirty years to learn to master it. Winning a group fight of scoundrels is also the last word. Practice the muscles and bones outside, and practice a breath inside, but this breath can't be sucked for too long, the key to winning is explosiveness, without explosiveness, it is useless to have brute strength.

Li Guolou has good muscles and bones, he can break a bowl-like tree with one punch, of course, it is a non-stop hit every day, and one day the tree will break if he punches down. He never dared to hit people with this strength, it would kill people. Today he saw the fat cow's body trembling, it should be the master who can be beaten, so he first punched the fat cow's belly, how many catties and taels there are, just try it.

The fat cow pulled out a thousand pounds, every move filled the whole body, wanting to hit Li Guolou, swinging his left fist, kicking with his right foot, the standard offensive posture, the horse step was tight, and he was not afraid of the opponent's demon moth. He made the Yuejia fist, that is, the hanging fist of later generations, the fist is like a hammer, after hitting out, it becomes hanging, and the horizontal split is full of power, hanging on the opponent's body, if he throws it at it, it will also hurt the muscles and bones. The two fists flew up and down, and the body moved forward with the fists, always attacking, advancing and retreating.

It seems that the battle situation is all controlled by the fat cow, as long as the breath can keep up, Li Guolou has no chance to fight back in a short time, he can only see the moves, and dodge to the open space.

As soon as Li Guolou came up, he saw the flaws of the fat cow, and he was slow, in order to make up for the disadvantage in speed, the fat cow made a stupid move, riding a horse and squatting in the crotch style, and tied the lower coil tightly. Every time you take a step, you must stand firmly, with enough strength in your hands and a steady foundation under your feet, which is the tactics of the fat cow.

The upper limbs of the two were intertwined, crackling and blocking each other, and the force in their hands was transmitted to the opponent, and there was no basic skill in their arms, which was to be broken. As soon as they met, they knew that their opponent had two brushes and could withstand the hard blows with no signs of backing down. This is real kung fu, you can't play false, you can't resist attacks without this ability, you can't fight with people. Of course, when pretending to fight, there is no need to pour strength on the arms, those Tai Chi masters can pretend to fight, and they can swing freely.

Li Guolou didn't want to fight steadily, he wanted to defeat the enemy with one move, he changed his tricks from Shicai, his body seemed to move to the left, but suddenly he moved to the right and made a feint, as long as the fat cow ate his feint, Li Guolou was going to kill.

The movement of people is slow, and the thinking is also slow, which is directly proportional, and the fat cow is still like a square talent, and the person straddles to the right. As soon as he stepped out of this step, he knew that something bad was wrong, and the left half of his body was within the range of Li Guolou's attack. The real Lost Phantom of the opponent, so it is! The battle is not a stone lock, whoever has the most strength will win. It's more sensitivity, flexibility and intelligence than people.

Tricks are thought up by people, there is no trick in the world that is eaten all over the world, every trick can be cracked by someone, it depends on how you combine them, this is called tricks are dead, people are alive. Every martial art is innovation, development, decline, re-excavation, and then mythologization. "Myths" are all added to the originator of the mountain, which makes you invisible and intangible, and makes people fascinated. The master is a living bodhisattva who can't move and can only blow, while the apprentice has to take the lead, rush to the front, and be the pioneer of pathfinding.

The fat cow poked out a few catties and taels of Li Guolou, and his waist probed into a fist. When the fat cow is hit by a fist, the first reaction is to hide, the second reaction is to unload, and the third reaction is to endure, hold on, and must not fall down, and cannot embarrass the master.

But the face of the fat cow betrayed him, and the face was painfully distorted and deformed, and the man "kicked and kicked!" "Four steps back, still not standing firm," "Boom! "Knock down the flower stand in the corner," Bang Bang! With a bang, the flower pot and the flower stand fell to the ground together, and the soil splashed on Li Guolou's feet.

Fortunately, the fat cow touched the wall behind him, and he finally leaned against the wall and gasped, cold sweat broke out from his forehead, and his heart ached. I wonder if my ribs have been broken? He couldn't straighten his back.

The fat cow coughed and said, "Fake foreign devil, you don't give me face too much, why are you ruthless." ”

Li Guolou said proudly: "Fat Niu, I only used fifty percent of my strength, didn't you say that you practiced horizontal kung fu and were not afraid of being beaten by others?" ”

The fat cow said angrily: "Fake foreign devil, you are doing it, I haven't mentioned it in one breath." ”

He still wants to keep arguing, he can still fight! But he couldn't help coughing again, and his breath hasn't eased up yet.

The vulture stood up, touched his bald head, and shouted, "Fake foreign devil, let me try your kung fu." ”

It seems that the vulture is very dissatisfied with Li Guolou's arrogant attitude, and wants to have a wheel battle, but in fact, this is a negotiated trick, and he lost a "small come", but Bao Zhilin must not lose the momentum. The foreshadowing is about to surface, and the hidden tricks can only be understood by Wang Wu, this is the trick of the martial arts hall, and they will also make it in the Beihai martial arts hall.

"Stop!" Huang Qiying stood up awe-inspiring and shouted, "What do you guys look like, wheel war?" Even if you win Mr. Li, it will make the master's face lose face, and the guests will have to mess around, how does the master usually teach you to be a man? ”

The vulture and the fat cow puffed, knelt in front of Huang Qiying, cried and mourned, and said, "Master, we did something wrong, I'm sorry for the teachings of Master and Master, we are willing to be punished." ”

The bazi just rightly shouted: "Fake foreign devil, what are you proud of!" What did you say, ten rounds to get the fat cow, but you can talk about it, how many rounds have you played now? Who is the Grey Grandson? ”

Li Guolou thought about it, something bad happened! Just now, I just wanted to see the fat cow's fist and foot kung fu, but I didn't count how many tricks I used? Who would do such a meaningless thing, really think that he is a kung fu master, and he has to use a few moves to defeat the enemy, otherwise it will be a shame, he has not yet reached this kind of detergent part. Shicai is just scaring the opponent, this is called psychological warfare, how can it be taken seriously. Wouldn't that Bazi say such unspeakable words, wouldn't he eat inside and out, so that he would have nowhere to say his grievances. Could it be that he would admit that he was the "gray grandson" of the fat cow in public!