Summary of the previous chapter: Zi Biao seems to have the advantage in attack, but in fact, compared with Ma Cheng, he still lacks some actual combat experience, and as expected, Zi Biao lost

+++++++++++++++++++ Zibiao and Ma Cheng were very fast at the last moment of the hand-to-hand encounter, but Ma Xiaoquan saw it clearly.

Although Zi Biao was tough, he still lost to Ma Cheng in the end.

Ma Xiaoquan smiled slightly, and said in his heart that if Ma Cheng and Zi Biao continue to fight hard, he will still win, of course, compared to simple high-strength martial arts, more actual combat experience is the only way to win, since he can win in experience, why be stupid to go hard?

Ma Cheng jumped off the platform, bowed to the two elders of the Zi family, and then stood behind his father Ma Ruiqing.

Ma Xiaoquan stepped forward, gently hammered Ma Cheng's chest, and said, "Third brother, you are really good, oops, I can't envy my little brother to death." ”

Ma Cheng was just about to speak, but the third sister-in-law walked up, raised her head and helped Xianggong tidy up her collar, and said angrily: "Quanzi, don't praise him, he doesn't praise him, he will float to the sky without praise." ”

Ma Cheng smiled, did not shy away from the presence of everyone, and kissed his daughter-in-law's pretty face with a heavy "tsk", which made the third sister-in-law shy.

"Ma Cheng, you" The third sister-in-law lowered her head with a flushed face.

Ma Chengyi took his daughter-in-law into his arms: "Good wife, hehe~"

Ma Xiaoquan smiled and turned his head to look at the platform, at this time, the second brother Ma Yuan and the Zilong of the Zi family were already standing on the stage.

I have to say that Zilong's appearance is really handsome, his facial features are upright and his face is angular, plus Zilong's tall figure, if you look at it by current standards, it should be more than one meter eighty-five.

Ma Xiaoquan pursed his lips, hating his own one meter seven or eight, even if he gave two more centimeters, he would be fucking one meter eight.

"Sister Qinghan, look, that purple dragon of the purple family is so tall, and so handsome~"

"Hmm~yes~"

Ma Xiaoquan looked at Li Qinghan when he heard the sound, and found that Li Qinghan's face was flushed, and when he looked at the stage again, Zilong's kid was also looking at his sister-in-law Li Qinghan with eager eyes.

"Uh-huh~" Ma Xiaoquan felt a pantothenic acid in his heart, damn it, are you looking at the women of my Ma family casually? Brat?

Ma Xiaoquan stepped forward unceremoniously and blocked in front of Li Qinghan, just blocking the sight of the two.

Zilong smiled a little awkwardly and refocused his attention on the stage.

On the opposite side of Zilong, Ma Yuan patted his daughter who was holding his thigh, the little girl let go of her hands with a milky voice, and said tightly with her little fists: "Daddy, daddy, daddy, the most powerful, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy ”

Ma Xiaoquan smiled, walked onto the platform, and hugged the little girl.

I want to be more formal than Ma Cheng and Zibiao, Ma Yuan and Zilong's competition.

The two first arched their hands to each other before they put on a stance.

"Huh? Xingyi boxing? Ma Ruiqing looked at Zilong's posture, and his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, "This junior of the Zi family is so powerful, it turned out to be the crane-shaped fist in Xingyi Boxing." ”

Ma Xiaoquan came up and said, "Dad, I think it's more than a crane-shaped fist, right?" ”

Ma Ruiqing smiled: "Oh? Boy, where do you see more than that? ”

Ma Xiaoquan shook his head, in fact, he couldn't say it, but Zilong's posture always gave him a sense of nondescriptry.

"If I'm not mistaken, that purple dragon, his Xingyi Fist should be merged." Ma Xiaoquan guessed.

Ma Ruiqing nodded: "We'll see~"

With an order, Ma Yuan and Zilong immediately rushed towards each other.

Zilong's Xingyi Fist is indeed a kind of merging boxing method as Ma Xiaoquan guessed.

Theoretically speaking, Xingyi Boxing has its own characteristics, its tiger fist is fierce, Monkey fist is dexterous, Snake fist is weird, and Mantis Boxing has both offense and defense, while Crane Boxing is wide open and closed. Ordinary people learn Xingyi boxing, are to choose their own to learn, very few people at the same time to learn two or even more than two kinds of Xingyi boxing, because although these boxing methods are collectively known as Xingyi boxing, but in fact, each set of boxing luck route is different, if there is no good pranayama ability, mixed practice is equivalent to self-harm.

Ma Ruiqing laughed and said to Zi Shaoyan: "Quan'er is right, this junior of your Zi family is so good, this Xingyi Fist seems to be like a white crane with bright wings, but in fact, it is mixed with the steady defense of the Mantis Boxing, well~~ Yes, very good!" ”

Zi Shaoyan smiled and arched his hand: "Brother Ruiqing's eyes are really powerful, Zilong can be seen with only a few tricks!" ”

Ma Xiaoquan pursed his lips, and his heart was not what I said first, hey~~

On the platform, the competition continues.

Ma Yuan and Zilong come and go, attacking each other, Zilong's moves are wide open and closing, while Ma Yuan's moves are sticking to the world, the two seem to be comparable, and they can't tell who has the advantage for a while.

Offstage, the cute girl Liu Xiangxiang looked at Zilong's heroic posture, and couldn't help but be stunned, beside her, Li Qinghan was also secretly shocked in her heart, that Zilong didn't seem to be as old as herself, but her martial arts were so powerful, if her husband was alive, seeing this scene, maybe she would have to go up and have a try.

Thinking of her husband Ma Zhi, Li Qinghan felt a desolation in his heart again.

Ma Xiaoquan came over, followed Li Qinghan's gaze, and found that his sister-in-law's eyes were focused on Zilong's body, and there was a sour feeling in his heart.

"No," Ma Xiaoquan shook his head and whispered to himself, "Why do I feel sour in my heart?" What's going on?"

At this moment, a popping sound suddenly sounded on the platform. Ma Xiaoquan looked up, and the competition between the second brother Ma Yuan and Zilong seemed to have made some progress.

In the corner of the platform, Zilong rubbed his hands and wrists, secretly complaining in his heart, he seemed to be on par with Ma Yuan, but in fact, Zilong's strength was obviously insufficient.

Ma Yuan stood in the other corner of the platform, and spat out the turbidity in his chest with a calm demeanor, Zilong's martial arts were indeed beyond his expectations, but compared to him, it was still more than a grade behind.

Zi Shaoyan suddenly stood up and said to Zilong: "Zilong, admit defeat, if you continue to fight, you will lose very badly!" ~”

Zi Shaobo also stood up, although he was very unwilling, but the truth was indeed as the second brother said.

Zi Biao couldn't help but say: "Second uncle, fourth uncle, Brother Long hasn't lost yet, why should he admit defeat?" ”

Zi Shaoyan smiled: "Biao'er, you think too simply, Ma Yuan, the second son of the Ma family, if I say that my Zi family can fight with him, only your brother Zi Ming can!" ”

Hearing the second uncle mention the name of the eldest brother, Zi Biao not only trembled in his heart, the eldest brother rarely showed his power at home, but Zi Biao saw it with his own eyes, if it was described in one word, Zi Biao could only think of it in his heart - strong.