Foshan, a three-entry compound used by the southern martial arts to house friends in the north.

All the disciples of the Northern Fist Sect have returned here.

And after hearing Chen Xixiang's words of "one force to break it".

The three old-timers in the courtyard, Gong Baotian, Li Cunyi, and Che Yizhai, were all silent and looked at each other for a moment.

At this time.

Gong Baotian spoke in a deep voice:

"After all, the rivers and lakes are not just fighting and killing, but also sophisticated, Senior Brother Chen, you are young, for the contradiction between the north and the south of the martial arts, it is not incomprehensible to be able to say such simple words as breaking it with force, but how difficult it is to do it concretely."

Li Cunyi and Che Yizhai were both expressionless.

And with Shang Yunxiang's intelligence, he also thought of what the phrase "break it with force" meant, and he was a little worried in his heart.

The martial arts of the north and south add up, and that is the entire rivers and lakes.

Break it with force.

Do you want to bear the grievances of this ancient martial arts for many generations?

Even if Chen Xixiang was already feared like a god in their hearts, this was a bit bigger after all.

On the contrary, Gong Er looked at Chen Xixiang in the courtyard with shining eyes on the side, and said to himself in his heart:

"I think my father is underestimating others this time."

As the person who was personally rescued by Chen Xixiang from the desperate situation of nearly 100 swords, Gong Er personally experienced the incredible cultivation of this young uncle.

And Xue Dian believed Chen Xixiang with all his heart, and said: "Uncle, you can't say that, others can't do it, maybe my master can't do it." ”

Gong Baotian's face remained unchanged, but he had already written, and said:

"That's true, but if you want to convince your friends in the south, you have to believe that Xixiang really has the ability."

He exhaled, came out with his hands behind his back, and said:

"I can only come to this job, junior brother, if you win me, the people in our door will be able to serve you first, and then you will preside over this important matter, which is justified."

Hearing this, Che Yizhai sighed in his heart, this job really has to be done by Gong Baotian.

In a door, someone makes face, and someone makes lining.

Li Cunyi is the head of the Xingyi Bagua Gate, whether outside the door or inside the door, he can't lose, otherwise the signboard of the Xingyi Bagua Gate will fall.

Chen Xixiang looked at the senior brother in front of him who was divided into one of the six fist kings by the demon fist, and said softly:

"Yes."

In this world, every master who can reach Dan Jin is extremely powerful, and has become one of the pinnacle of human beings throughout the ages.

And Gong Baotian is still responsible for challenging his senior brother Li Cunyi and maintaining the face of the sect, needless to say, how his martial arts are.

In the courtyard, the juniors looked at the two elders with extremely high seniority who were about to compete.

Except for Shang Yunxiang and Xue Dian, the others were all disciples and grandchildren of Gong Baotian and Li Cunyi, such as Fu Jianqiu, Tang Weilu and others, all of whom looked nervous.

"Who can win?"

"Look at what you said, Uncle Chen said that he would integrate the martial arts with his strength and resolve the grievances between the north and the south, if he couldn't even pass the level of Uncle Gong......"

Gong Er watched silently from the side, and called softly in his heart:

"Dad, don't you have an accident......"

The two people in the courtyard are three feet apart.

Chen Xixiang's tone was very calm, as if he was sitting and chatting, and said:

"Senior brother, let's do it."

Crash~

Gong Baotian took a step with an expressionless face, his five fingers spread like palms, and then he suddenly pinched the hammer, and between the palms, the air in front of him rotated, and the whole person swam over like an old dragon.

The starting hand is a shape-meaning holder, and then it turns into a "meridian needle" of gossip.

Instantly.

Under Gong Baotian's strength, the air flow in the air was whistling and rolling.

The fierceness of the form!

The femininity of gossip!

A very strange but coordinated artistic conception was formed on Gong Baotian.

At this moment, many disciples saw it in their eyes, and they only felt an extremely awkward impact affecting their hearts, and they felt dizzy in their minds, and they felt like they wanted to vomit blood.

As soon as he saw Gong Baotian's hand, Che Yizhai sighed in his heart: The changes in the rigidity and softness of the junior brother have reached the peak of the realm, and if he is given a few more years, he will definitely enter the realm of Sun Lutang.

Sun Lutang also practiced hundreds of boxing techniques such as Bagua, Xingyi, and Tai Chi, and finally integrated it and refined his strength into Gangjin.

However, they and their apprentices had already discovered it while they were on the street.

Chen Xixiang has already entered this realm.

In terms of realm, it is deeper than Gong Baotian.

So not only Che Yizhai, but also Li Cunyi, Shang Yunxiang, and Xue Dian all wanted to see how Chen Xixiang should defeat Gong Baotian and what kind of means he could use to really convince them all.

It's the lightning room that everyone can see.

At the moment when Gong Baotian attacked.

Chen Xixiang's whole person moved.

He didn't seem to use any part of his body to exert strength, nor did he have musculoskeletal tremors, but at that moment, the person disappeared in place, in fact, the eyes of these ordinary disciples couldn't keep up with the speed of Chen Xixiang's lightning flash.

But even Li Cunyi, Che Yizhai, and Shang Yunxiang all changed their eyes slightly.

Because they saw it in that moment......

Chen Xixiang's movements were too fast, and in a few zhang, the shadows were shaking rapidly, and finally created an illusion in their eyes, as if Chen Xixiang was a ghost who appeared in broad daylight, and there was no shadow under him.

It's incredibly fast.

Woo woo woo~

With a palm forward, he pinched it into a hand knife, and the air in front of him was cut through in a flash.

Gang Qi was like a knife, and it cut directly into Gong Baotian's wrist.

Bagua Hand Knife and Bagua Meridian Needle!

Strike in a flash of lightning, and break the needle with the tip of the knife!

Gong Baotian's heart was shocked, he was first shocked by Chen Xixiang's speed of standing without a shadow for a moment, and then he felt the sharpness of Chen Xixiang's knife, knowing that the difference in strength between the two was worlds apart, and they must not be hard connected.

Instantly.

Gong Baotian's palms swayed, or grabbed or pushed, sometimes high and sometimes low, like layers of mountains, enveloping Chen Xixiang's entire arm.

This is the essence of the Baguazhang, after each palm, it is followed by eighty-eight sixty-four changes, and the strength is like a shadow, making people feel as deep as the abyss and the sea.

Whew!

The palm wind is howling, like a thick mountain.

Chen Xixiang didn't see any change in his moves, he was still the same knife, like a general who rushed into the enemy camp, let thousands of troops and horses, lofty mountains and mountains, I only have one sword, cut all the changes!

Bang!

The long arm was like a knife slashing out, shattering all the changes in Gong Baotian's eighty-eight sixty-four hands.

Snort~

The moment Gong Baotian's various techniques touched Chen Xixiang's hand knife, his hands cracked in an instant, his face turned pale, and the sleeves of his arms were torn apart by the violent wind.

He took a step back.

Another moment......

The slender pale palm was like a knife, and it gently landed on his neck, which was only an inch away.

Che Yizhai's throat rolled, and his voice was dry:

"One Trick ......"

Li Cunyi closed his eyes, smiled bitterly, and said:

"Is the gap between Gangdan really so big?"

The disciples all looked at the final result stupidly.

From Gong Baotian taking the initiative to attack Chen Xixiang, the whole process was actually Chen Xixiang counterattacking and cutting a hand knife.

Under this knife, the gap between the two was cut out.

"Daddy."

Gong Er immediately ran to Gong Baotian with his hands hanging down, and blood continued to drip down in the courtyard.

Gong Baotian looked at his trembling arm, raised it, waved his hand at Gong Er, and sighed, "It's okay." ”

After that, he looked at Chen Xixiang and said:

"Probably, you're right......"

In front of this knife, he understood a little clearly.

In the face of absolute strength suppression, no matter how much there is change, it is just the result of being cut in half by Chen Xixiang.

All the disciples who witnessed this result could not hide their shock.

Especially Ma San, his eyes were complicated and bright, looking at the young man who was younger than him.

"How did you make such kung fu?"

Li Cunyi stood up at this time, exhaled and said:

"Since Baotian has been defeated, then it will be according to Senior Brother Chen's wishes, but it is still a little difficult to bring together all the people from the northern and southern martial arts, so it is recommended for my brother to come from one family first."

"Not necessarily."

Chen Xixiang looked at the sky with his hands behind his back, and said to himself: "Come to an apprentice to show me the way, tell me where these people live, I will go and invite them one by one, in three days, I should be able to be present, and I can only speak when I sit together." ”

Xue Dian immediately took the initiative to shock and said, "Master, let's go with you." ”

"I can help too." Miyaji applied.

…………

Foshan Lianhua Road Street.

Zansheng Yaotang.

In the lobby,

Bang! Bangbang!

It is the sound of wood being struck, dull and rhythmic, which can calm the mind.

In front of the wooden pile, there was a young man less than twenty years old, his eyes were blazing, and between his shots, the joints moved, and the lower plate was stable.

"Ah asked, punch straight ......"

The one who spoke was a man in his thirties, a young senior brother, who was practicing boxing at the teacher's younger brother.

Both of them are the apprentices and grandsons of Mr. Zan, the king of Southern Boxing.

This is a side room in the backyard of a pharmacy.

And in the living room of the main house, there is an old man and a middle-aged man.

Mr. Zan is a little shorter, but sitting on the chair, his eyes are bright, although he is old, he has an elegant temperament, especially a pair of perennial medicine and martial arts hands, which are very well maintained, no calluses, and no protruding joints.

The six boxing kings in the world, Mr. Foshan Zan is one of them.

Sitting on the side were his son Liang Bi and apprentice Chen Huashun and others.

And Zheng Daokun, the double-flowered red stick of the triad on the street before, knelt in front of several masters, uncles and masters in a trembling voice:

"I really don't know, someone will calculate our triad ......"

His master is Liang Bi.

Liang Bi frowned and said: "Even if there is no such thing, the deep hatred and blood of the northern and southern martial arts for hundreds of years are very indissolvable, although Li Cunyi and my father are the same identity as the king of the north and the south, but if you want to completely resolve the gap between the north and the south, let the northern fist pass to the south, and the south fist to the north, it is impossible to do it." ”

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Mr. Zan and said silently: "Father, according to my opinion, we don't need to participate in this matter of the North Fist and the South Fist. ”

When Chen Huashun heard his junior brother's words, he lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "I'll listen to my master." ”

Mr. Zan sat on the Taishi's chair, his eyes were low, and he was also thinking.

Suddenly, at this time:

A burst of laughter came to the ears of Mr. Zan and several people:

"I have heard the name of Zangong for a long time, for the business of the north fist to the south, and also to resolve the grievances between the north and the south of the martial arts, three days later, Foshan Jinlou should be waiting for ......"

Instantly.

Mr. Zan stood up from his seat.

Chen Huashun, Liang Bi and others were full of surprise: "Who is this?" Where to speak? ”

Mr. Zan's eyes sparkled.

The voice suddenly appeared in the ears of a few people in the lobby, not that someone was yelling, but the tone of normal people talking and laughing.

It was as if this man was standing right next to them.

But......

The weird thing is that there is no one in the living room.

Zheng Daokun immediately exclaimed:

"That's him, that's the young man's voice! Where are the others! ”

Frightened, he got up from the ground and looked up in all directions.

A while.

Even Ah Wen and Senior Brother, who practiced boxing, came over here in shock:

"Master, I heard someone talking in my ear, but I didn't see anyone."

"Me too."

Mr. Zan's eyes fluctuated violently, and he immediately asked people to go outside the gate to look, but found that it was still empty, and a storm rose in his heart.

This......

Even when they walked out of the door, they found that only the master and apprentice of their pharmacy seemed to hear this person's speech.