Although Huang Shaohong received the body of 'Huang Feihong', he did not receive the memory of a generation of grandmasters, at this time, the time to learn martial arts was still short, and his experience was extremely limited, where had he seen such strange tricks.

I only felt that the head of the cloth stick was like a python turning over, and it was devouring him, and the body of the stick was like a big net, covering the front and four sides of his body, no matter what kind of moves the long stick in his hand made, I was afraid that he would not be able to break the stick of Nalan Yuanshu.

Since Huang Shaohong entered the world of 'Huang Feihong', he has been quite diligent in learning martial arts, but when he practiced martial arts on weekdays, he put more effort on his fists and feet, and much less thought on weapons.

Among the weapons, he likes to practice swordsmanship, so he is only proficient in all kinds of stick skills that Huang Feihong himself can be called a must.

With his only skilled martial arts, against Nalan Yuanshu's unique skills, Huang Shaohong thought that he had no chance of winning.

In the middle of his thoughts, he turned his heart sideways and made a bold decision, he exerted his strength with both arms, and suddenly folded, and then he heard a 'click', and the long stick in his hand had been broken in two.

Then he threw his hands violently, and threw the two short sticks as hidden weapons towards Nalan Yuanshu with all his might.

Although the two short sticks were light, the body of his foreign fist master was full force, and the power on the short stick was not weaker than the two heavy hammers, hitting the stick net formed by the cloth stick, and the strength of Nalan Yuanshu on the cloth stick was immediately scattered, and the entire cloth stick collapsed.

Nalan Yuanshu was shocked, and was about to re-twist the cloth stick, when he saw Huang Shaohong like a big crane, flying forward with a few points under his feet, and the tiger claws in his hands grabbed and tore his cloth stick into several pieces with a few clicks.

Huang Shaohong laughed loudly: "The weapon is too dangerous, it is better for Huang to accompany the adult to practice his fists and feet!" ”

He was polite on his lips, but he was not polite at all in his hands, he had already played a tiger and crane double shape, a tiger claw in one hand, and a crane pecking at Nalan Yuanshu in the other.

As early as when Nalan Yuanshu was in the capital, he had heard the name of Huang Feihong, the master of Foshan Foreign Family Boxing, and heard that he was the son of Huang Qiying, one of the Ten Tigers in Guangdong.

Who would have thought that after today's confrontation, the other party's strange trick fell out, and he broke his cloth stick in a short time, which immediately aroused the competitive heart of the Guangdong governor.

Faced with Huang Shaohong's proposal to compete with his fists and feet, Nalan Yuanshu shouted:

"Good! The so-called South Fist and North Leg are divided into high and low today! ”

As he spoke, he had already kicked out rows of leg shadows in a row, meeting Huang Shaohong's tiger and crane double form.

Huang Shaohong and Nalan Yuanshu are fast and fast, the former is mostly boxing, and most of the latter's moves are leg skills in the lower plate, the two of them fight together, and they can't see the shadow of the fast fists and feet, so that Yan Zhendong and the Qing soldiers who were watching the battle from the sidelines were dazzled and applauded.

Yan Zhendong saw the rise and made a comment on the spot, and praised with a group of Qing soldiers next to him:

"You adults use the Northern School's 'Poke Foot Flip Boxing' and 'Twelve-Way Bounce Legs', look at this kung fu, without more than ten or twenty years of hard work, you can't practice to this extent!"

Those Qing soldiers would also praise and hurriedly asked, "What about this Huang Feihong?" ”

"Master Huang uses his self-created tiger and crane double shape, derived from the tiger shape and crane shape in Shaolin Five Elements Boxing, the feet are as light as a crane, and the hands are fierce like a tiger, which is exactly what the sentence 'like a tiger with wings' is really amazing!"

Some Qing soldiers asked anxiously: "This master, then who do you think can win between our adults and Huang Feihong?" ”

Speaking of this topic, Yan Zhendong definitely stood on Huang Shaohong's side, and he pouted: "Although your lord's martial arts are also considered first-class masters, they can't afford to be called a generation of grandmasters, Huang Feihong is different, Nanwulin is recognized as a foreign boxing master!" ”

He sighed again and again: "Young Grandmaster! ”

The Qing soldiers on the side asked with some disbelief: "Is it really as powerful as you say?" ”

Lao Yan snorted, looking like he was holding Zhizhu: "If I'm not mistaken, Huang Feihong should be letting your family grown, and he didn't go all out!" ”

He pointed to the Qing soldier: "Lend me your knife!" ”

Qing Bing was taken aback: "What are you going to do?" ”

"You're afraid of a bear, I can still kill officials and rebel, just let you see my ability!"

The captain of the Qing soldiers was also a person who loved to watch the excitement, and he didn't believe that Yan Zhendong would make trouble in the heavily guarded Admiral Yamen, so he immediately said to the Qing soldiers: "Give it to him!" ”

Qing Bing took out his waist knife and handed it to Yan Zhendong, Lao Yan picked up the knife and slashed at himself, but the knife was like a defeat, only cutting white marks on the skin, and then looking at the past, he was unharmed.

"Invulnerable!" All the Qing soldiers shouted softly, where had they seen this.

Lao Yan returned the steel knife and pouted: "Amazing, at the beginning, I was Yan Zhendong in the iron cloth shirt, and he thought he was invincible in the world, so he went to Bao Zhilin to challenge, and guess what the result was?" ”

Those Qing soldiers were puzzled: "It should be that you won, this knife can't cut in, who can beat you!" "These Qing soldiers have made Lao Yan use honorific titles in a flickering manner.

Yan Zhendong sighed: "I thought so at the beginning, but I was defeated by Huang Feihong all the way to 'lying on the ground', that is his real stunt!" ”

When he said this, all the Qing soldiers suddenly exclaimed, thinking that the 'ground lying master' could even be defeated by the invulnerable master in front of him, what kind of peerless martial arts should it be.

In fact, how did they know that Lao Yan was preconceived at the beginning, he always thought that his Yan family's martial arts were invincible in the world, but he was defeated by Jiu-Jitsu lock skills, so in his heart, the 'ground lying and grappling master' is the world's first-class stunt.

Where did he ever think that in fact, it was not the lock technique that was more powerful than his family's kung fu, but he was not familiar with this kind of attack routine, coupled with the innate advantage of overcoming rigidity with softness, Huang Shaohong narrowly defeated him.

If Huang Shaohong used the Jiu-Jitsu lock technique to deal with Nalan Yuanshu at this time, he was afraid that he would not be kicked to death, and he would not be able to enter at all!

Lao Yan's words were rude, not only were these Qing soldiers fooled, but even Nalan Yuanshu, who was fighting with Huang Shaohong's all-out efforts, also heard it clearly, this admiral who loves martial arts suddenly felt a little unable to get off the stage, and originally felt that he was standing on the upper hand, but it turned out that the other party was humble.

Thinking of this, Nalan Yuanshu was angry in his heart, and he used more strength to bounce his legs and poke his feet, and his speed was a little faster, and he shouted in his mouth:

"Huang Feihong, this official doesn't need you to let me, if you can't beat me today, wait to go to prison, quickly use your 'ground lying and grappling hand', and let this official see the stunt of your foreign boxing master!"

As he spoke, his legs were like axes, and he had already forced Huang Shaohong back again and again.

'Boom' Nalan Yuanshu's kick was dodged by Huang Shaohong, and it was sweeping on the wooden stake on the side, directly kicking the wooden stake to burst, and countless pieces of wood shot towards Huang Shaohong, and he was all embarrassed by his beating and kicking.

Huang Shaohong is so angry in his heart, Lao Yan, what are you doing, I have never seen someone else Cui Niu, I have a fart 'lying on the ground', aren't you a pit person, after listening to your words, Nalan Yuanshu is angry!

The crane shape flashed under his feet, avoiding Nalan Yuanshu's heavy legs, and suddenly found that the other party's breath was a little unstable under the bombardment, and his eyes suddenly shouted: "Okay, then my lord is careful, look at my 'lying on the ground'!" ”

After speaking, his body sank downward, startling Nalan Yuanshu on the other side, and hurriedly used a jack pendant to focus on Huang Xiapan.

In Nalan Yuanshu's thoughts, this 'ground lying grappling hand' must be like a ground lying fist, focusing on rolling, falling, falling, leaning, falling, lying and other moves that are easy to attack the next three ways.

Unexpectedly, Huang Shaohong's body sank, and he squatted slightly, but it was a vertical leap action, and after sinking, he flew up directly, and shouted in his mouth: "Foshan has no shadow feet!" ”

Immediately after that, a series of flying feet kicked out, and Nalan Yuanshu was wholeheartedly guarding against ground attacks with a jack pendant, where to guard against his killer 'Foshan Shadowless Feet'?

Blocked twice with both fists, the defense was broken, and he was hit seven or eight kicks in the chest one after another, and the whole body was kicked into the air, flying behind him, and falling heavily to the ground.

Huang Shaohong shook his head after landing on the ground: "'Lying on the ground and grabbing the hand' is too cruel, I have no grudge against adults, how can I bear to use such a trick!" ”

Yan Zhendong said regretfully: "Master Huang, you are soft-hearted, but it's a pity, I still want to watch your mastery again, I want to see how I lost at that time!" ”

Nalan Yuanshu had blood at the corner of his mouth, and was subdued by a group of subordinates, and he really wanted to scold at this time: "you two uncles, don't you say it's 'lying on the ground'!" ”