"No, no, no, I'm talking about the sword doesn't have long eyes, it hurts people......"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, the sword is a thing that wants to see blood, and we don't look good at who hurts anyone, so it's better to change the PK method, let's Battle! You play a round first,"

"What is PK? What is Whitehead? Fang Qiong's tongue was a little twisted.

"It's English. PK is heads-up, Battle is fighting! Wu Zhi explained loudly.

"Oh, I see, Douwu? That's right, I'm just going to fight with you, you say, how to fight? ”

"Fighting and dancing together, pay attention to peace & love, peace is peace, not only refers to peace with people and outside, but also refers to self-investigation and inner peace, love refers to love, refers to love yourself, love others, is a kind of mutual understanding and respect ......"

"Okay, let's criticize the death and have fun, say, how did you come here, come to Baitou......" Fang Qiong's earthy English made Wu Zhi's knees weak, and he almost wanted to kneel......

"Oh, this is very simple, we show our own unique skills, just use the open space in front of the hall as the stage, you play your moves, I play my fists and feet, we can do it sequentially, or with the help of dislocation, start together, end together......"

"What do you mean by misalignment?"

"Borrowing a seat is ......" As he spoke, Wu Zhi pulled Fang Qiong to the flat open space in front of the hall, designated a position for her, and stood another position for himself: "For example, you stand here, I stand here, from everyone's direction, we look like we are really fighting, but in fact, the two of us will not meet, and we will not accidentally hurt each other......"

"Alright, let's start whiteheading!"

Poof-

Before the dance, Wu Zhi took the first step to laugh - I'm white-headed with you? I'm afraid I'll be teased to death by you before I get to the white head!

"Please!"

Wu Zhi pleased, Fang Qiong did not twist, immediately pulled out the long sword, only to hear the sound of Zheng, the sword was unsheathed, the cold light flashed, Fang Qiong waved the long sword, rushed left and right, left and right block, there was neither a fixed move, nor a rigid routine, a sword, the tiger and the tiger were angry, wielding sometimes like a sword, sometimes like a knife!

It's a bit like fighting in the middle of the battlefield!

It turned out that Fang Qiong's swordsmanship was inherited from his ancestors, and his great-great-grandfather had resisted the Western Xia, governed the army, and was domineering; The second is that no one taught her swordsmanship in Fangjiabao, so all her sword moves, every stab, every slash, and every cut were self-taught, and she realized where it was, so there was no routine or discipline to follow......

According to Fang Qiong's own meaning, where are there all kinds of fierce and fierce scenes, such a street brawl, school competition, and battlefield fighting, where will there be any moves to speak of, that is, blindly fighting, fighting recklessly, all you want is an improvisation......

Therefore, when Fang Qiong usually practiced swords, he only imagined in his mind that there was an enemy, how he would attack and defend, and how he should follow up step by step......

At this moment, although Fang Qiong's moves did not have any rules, nor did they have those seemingly elegant but useless messy sword moves, they seemed to be unique, only to see an eye-catching white shirt dancing with a group of sword flowers, looking more and more heroic, winning a full house!

"Good!" The crowd shouted.

"I'm coming!"

Wu Zhi also entered the scene immediately.

After a few starting movements, Wu Zhi's right foot leaned behind him, straightened, his waist went down, his right palm touched the ground, and with his clever lifting and turning, he began a series of floor dance moves:

Thomas......

Air Flares (Big Loop) ......

Air Chair Spins......

Hand Hops (one-handed jumping) ......

Buddha Spins......

1990 (one-handed turn) ......

Windmills (windmills) ......

……

The onlookers were stunned, what kind of kung fu is this? Even Fang Qiong, who was originally very involved in her own fighting state, suddenly stopped her movements and looked at Wu Zhi stupidly......

How did Fang Qiong know that Wu Zhidou was dancing, not martial.

That's amazing!

As a person who practices martial arts, although Fang Qiong is not used to making moves according to routines, she also knows in her heart how difficult these moves of Wu Zhi are, and she can't do it if she changes her.

"Awesome!" Fang Qiong took the lead and applauded.

"Good skills!" Li Zhong and Sister-in-law Gu also shouted.

"Good, good......" The other voices also applauded.

In a warm cheer, Wu Zhi tried his best, changed back to the big loop again, and after a few 360-degree rotations, Wu Zhi stopped his movements, pulled up his waist and got up, at this time he was already tired and out of breath, and he almost couldn't stand on his feet.

Fortunately, he had left a little caution before closing the movement, and made sure that he had just stopped at the high staircase in front of the hall after getting up, and leaned back.

Just kidding, in the past, letting Wu Zhi make such a series of actions is tantamount to suicide, okay, where can it last so long, today it is clear that Fang Qiong's little hooves are too persistent, and she is forced too hard, and because it is in front of everyone, Wu Zhi really can't wipe his face, and in the case of not being able to shirk it, he has no choice but to take the move, fortunately, during the conversation between the two, Wu Zhi temporarily thought of the concept of stealing and changing the concept of street dance to compete with Fang Qiong......

You fight, I fight better than you!

By the time the last windmill turned around the big loop, Wu Zhi was forced to hold on, and if he had one more second, he would be killed.

If you don't fight, you can't do it, Fang Qiong, this girl seems to be a little stupid and cute, but it's not easy to fool.

If you don't suppress her, she will definitely be over.

At that time, once it spreads, Wu Dalang of Tianwangtang can't even fight a female streamer, and in the future, people who come and go nearby will have to ride on Wu Zhi's head.

Therefore, whether it is a fight or a dance, Wuzhi can neither give up nor lose.

It's never right to underestimate a woman.

Judging from the sword moves Fang Qiong played just now, she is no better than ordinary women, it can be seen that she has both strength, and every move and style is like killing the enemy on the battlefield, not bells and whistles at all, but very practical.

If he really competed with her, Wu Zhi knew that he would lose.

"Wu Zhi, what kind of kung fu are you, I've never seen ......" Fang Qiong put the sword back into the sheath and asked curiously.

"It's called hip-hop!" Wu replied directly.

"Street Take? It looks really powerful......" Fang Qiong's eyes couldn't stop being excited: "Listening to this name, is it true that you often have white heads with people on the streets and alleys, so you have practiced such a unique martial art?" ”

"Hehe, hehe, yes, yes, you're right......"

"It was an eye-opener! But we can't have fun just playing like this, and we won't be able to win or lose, so it's better for you to ......."

"What? Do you want me to face you? ”

"That's right! It's better for you to hurt me head-on! What I want is a good position, we face to face, if you have the ability to hurt me head-on, even if you win, if you can't hurt me head-on, even if you lose! ”