The reason why Feng Zhou chose to challenge the eight martial arts halls at the opening ceremony was actually to use his own skills to completely cut off the wishful thinking of the nineteen martial arts halls.

In order to spread his boxing skills, he did not hesitate to give up the position of the curator and let the senior brother Ma San take the position, just hoping that he would not follow in the footsteps of being a traitor in "The Grandmaster".

Encountering Lin Xiwen's attack this morning, of course he understood that this was a black hand extended to him by the martial arts, in order to nip the palace martial arts hall in the bud, so as not to hinder them from making a fortune.

Besides, he is determined to truly pass on his boxing skills and recruit a wide range of disciples, which will definitely touch the interests of the entire industry, and sooner or later they will make all kinds of reactions, so it is better to beat them all at once today! I don't dare to think anything about him anymore.

At the same time, in response to the conspiracy in the morning, he must take revenge with hatred.

In this world, what is more relieving than beating them with your fists?

The purpose of Feng Zhou's construction of the Gongjia Martial Arts Hall is to provide some martial arts for the athletes in the base area of the Anti-Japanese War behind the enemy, and to make a contribution to the great cause of the Anti-Japanese War.

Of course, there is another reason, that is, Feng Zhou needs to hone his internal boxing skills, so that he can reach the point of mastering dark energy as soon as possible.

After all, martial arts training can't be done behind closed doors, and you need to compete with masters to learn from each other's strengths, remove miscellaneous essences, and make your martial arts better.

The world's knowledge is in the end, that is, different paths to the same end, the same is true of martial arts, no matter which martial arts and the world, martial arts in the end, is nothing more than a comprehensive comparison of strength, moves and speed, Feng Zhou is to compete with many masters, find a straight way to the avenue.

So he needs to compete with the owners of these martial arts halls.

After all, they don't teach real kung fu, but they have real kung fu themselves, and each of them can be regarded as a grandmaster.

To tell the truth, the boxers of the Republic of China are not all self-contained old stubborns like the famous masters of Jinmen martial arts, but the greater the achievements of martial arts, the more I hope that the boxers will abandon the view of the door, communicate frankly, and make progress together.

Almost all the martial arts masters are the heads of several families, and they know very well that there will never be a way out for martial arts if they rest on their laurels.

However, like Gong Baosen, there are only a handful of martial arts masters who have contributed to the "transmission of the northern fist to the south" and "the five tigers to the south of the Yangtze River", and defeated the traditional martial arts portal view with national righteousness, and most of the grandmasters have gradually become boxers like Zheng Shanao who do not even teach their own disciples the true transmission in order to make a living.

Such people have regarded martial arts as a business, and they don't care what will happen if a boxing is lost and the inheritance is broken, let alone the benefits of Chinese people being proficient in the way of martial arts under the national righteousness.

At this time, several servants sorted out the center of the living room according to the instructions of the master's family, and the owners of the nineteen martial arts halls of the martial arts gathered together to discuss the order of appearance, while people from all walks of life watching the battle were happily discussing on the side.

Aixin Jueluo-Pu Yi pressed his wife's graceful hand, showing the posture of aristocrats, he leaned back in the chair, turned back and asked the guard Huo Qingyun: "Qingyun, in your opinion, how does Professor Feng's martial arts compare with those famous martial arts masters?"

Huo Qingyun pondered for a moment and said: "Professor Feng's martial arts, heavy strength and speed, those famous teachers in the Jinmen Martial Arts Hall are almost old, and none of them are his opponents if they fight alone. ”

"Oh, so Professor Feng has won the game?" Pu Yi asked with great interest.

Huo Qingyun said: "That's not it, Professor Feng relies on his physical strength, and the first three levels can be easily defeated, but after passing the three levels, the strength consumption is too great, and how to pass the pass in the future depends on his martial arts cultivation." ”

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"At least you can pass the first three levels!" Han Fuyu said to Zhang Xueming with a smile: "I studied martial arts with Mr. Feng back then, although I didn't have much success, but these two tricks are still okay." ”

"Chairman Han's eyes are like torches, and he will not miss it. Zhang Xueming said with a smile.

There are not many people in the audience who know martial arts, but everyone in the martial arts hall knows it, they know that Feng Zhou is young and strong, and the big guy who fights for strength and speed is not his opponent, so he can only entangle with tricks, hoping that everyone who fights can consume Feng Zhou's physical strength more.

But then again, everyone is quite the last yellow finch, and no one wants to be cannon fodder at the beginning.

Therefore, when Feng Zhou stood in the empty space in the center of the living room, they had not yet chosen a candidate.

Feng Zhou knew that these old foxes were playing tricks to scorch the enemy, and he smiled slightly in his heart, not caring at all, but his face was as usual, standing with his hands in his hands, and slowly running the essence in his body.

After waiting for half an hour, even when the audience was a little anxious, the first opponent arrived belatedly and stepped into the center of the living room.

Feng Zhou's first opponent, the owner of the Yinghua Martial Arts Pavilion, the Yanqing Fist Grandmaster Zhao Yuke.

"You've finally chosen. ”

Feng Zhou smiled slightly: "Pavilion Master Zhao, make a move." Otherwise, you won't have a chance to make a move. ”

"Hmph!

Zhao Yuke knew that Feng Zhou was provoking him, but looking at the face on the other side, which was less than twenty years old, he had a grandmaster posture, and any master of real kung fu would have a trace of anger.

He established the Yinghua Martial Arts Hall more than 20 years ago, worked hard every day, practiced diligently, and his martial arts were also well-known in Jinmen, not a generation of indiscriminate people.

It is Zheng Shanao, the top brand of martial arts, and the former head of Zou Rong's deceased husband, Director Han, and he doesn't dare to underestimate him.

But now that I am taking this opponent of yours together, my expression and demeanor clearly do not regard myself as an opponent.

Especially the appearance of Feng Zhou standing motionless and holding his hands in his hands made Zhao Yuke even more angry.

"You're welcome!"

He roared, his eyes widened with rage, he walked like flying, and suddenly rushed towards the sealing boat!

Before the people arrived, the strength came first. The wind is agitated, and the fist wind is magnificent.

"Yanqing's boxing moves are light and agile, flexible and changeable, pay attention to waist and leg skills, thick feet, profound and complex, rigid and soft. Although it is not an internal fist, it is also the most important to pay attention to spirit, with the strength of Brother Zhao, at least half an hour of energy consumption. Zheng Shanao smiled slightly.

"That's right, if he consumes half an hour, even if he wins the boat, he doesn't have the physical strength to play the next game. ”

The famous teachers on the side nodded again and again.

Zheng Shanao is the top name in martial arts, and what he said is of course very reasonable.

Seeing Zhao Yuke's punch, Feng Zhou smiled faintly: "Good boxing skills, but people can't!"

Before the words were finished, his left arm was blocked, and he easily swung Zhao Yuke's fist away, and then the middle palace went straight in, and his right hand punched Zhao Yuke's chest instantly.

"Ahh

Zhao Yuke screamed, was directly knocked away for several feet, and fell heavily in front of everyone in the martial arts hall, only to feel a numbness in his chest, almost no consciousness, and it took a long time to recover.

"What?"

"How is that possible?"

"So fast?"

The curators were dumbfounded, unable to believe what was happening in front of them.

Zheng Shanao couldn't help but stand up, his eyes widened, and his mouth grew long.

How long has it been?

The two sides didn't even finish a move, right?

This Yanqing Fist Grandmaster Zhao Yuke was beaten away?

The move of sealing the boat is simple, and the attack is fast, which can be said to defeat the enemy with one move.

Punch Zhao Yuke, this is the power that a teenager who is less than twenty years old has?

Especially Feng Zhou's easy appearance, as if he didn't take Zhao Yuke of the Yinghua Martial Arts Hall in his eyes at all.