Ye Xiao took the strange beast behind him and slowly stepped into the fourth-story tower.

However, as soon as he entered, Ye Xiao felt as if there was a great power of heaven in the underworld, and he suppressed all his cultivation without reason, leaving only a relatively weak body.

Ye Xiao did not panic for the first time, in fact, at his current realm, even a puppeteer with one foot in the Holy Realm had no means to suppress it to this point.

Then it means that the law of this place is probably like this!

In other words, no matter who came here, they would be pressed into the shape of Ye Xiao.

The vicious had already been included in the spatial imprint attached by the system by Ye Xiao, because the laws of this place were too aimed at a strange beast with an incomparably strong physical body.

Ye Xiao narrowed her eyes, probably understanding the puppeteer's calculations on the fourth layer.

Completely leaving aside the avenue, this is completely a battle of "art"!

I'm afraid that what I'm about to meet should be a low-level, but first-class master in terms of martial arts.

However, Ye Xiao still underestimated the puppeteer's handiwork this time.

Rao is Ye Xiao is used to seeing big battles, and he didn't expect that the puppet master would start from the time level, and directly summoned a martial artist at that time from 40,000 years ago to fight with Ye Xiao.

After 40,000 years of fighting, people have maintained their ferociousness and direct combat skills in the battle, but in terms of technical attacks, many moves have been lost, and the puppeteer's large-scale summoning of a 40,000-year-old warrior this time undoubtedly made Ye Xiao arouse a strong interest.

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Travel back 40,000 years to 2025 AD.

Nanjing City, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties.

Nowadays, this treasure land known as the peddlers and pawns have the smoke and water of the six dynasties, and there is no lack of neon and prosperity that an international metropolis should have.

Some people say that Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou are just the appearance of this country, and the wasteland and caves in those remote villages, and the garbage and people in those urban villages are its inside.

So in fact, it is not difficult to imagine that in such a brightly lit big city, there is a lonely wild grave, lying in the loess on the outskirts of Jiangning District.

Hanging the rails is a young man in a tunic squatting in front of the grave at this time, lighting a cigarette and placing it on the tombstone.

"No matter how much the doctor persuaded you to quit before you died, it is estimated that you will not be able to change this mouth even when you go underground."

The young man wears a Mao suit and a big flat head, like Chen Zhen in "Jingwu Hero".

The mobile phone rang at an inopportune time and was connected by him.

"Tomorrow Kazuo Sato, Japan's six-time karate champion, will come to Nanjing, and we hope you can make a move."

The young man patted the residual cigarette ash on the tombstone unhurriedly, and chuckled: "You should know that I have quit the Martial Arts Association for many years. ”

"Yes, but Kazuo Sato is only twenty-one years old, the old guys above are not easy to shoot, and the little ones are still shallow, so we finally decided to invite you out of the mountain."

The young man glanced at the already mottled handwriting on the tombstone and narrowed his narrow eyes.

"Which genre? Shotokan? Will it really be? ”

"It's a rigid and soft stream, are you sure?."

"Hehe, give you a friendship price, 100,000 yuan." The young man said in a fluent Nanjing accent.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then there was a teasing voice.

"Jiang Ning Thin Tiger, when will you fight

Got the money? ”

"Hehe, I'm not a member of the Martial Arts Association anymore, shouldn't I ask for an appearance fee?"

"The money has been paid to your account, you know, in fact, those old guys are still very..."

"What nonsense." Before he could finish speaking, Li Qing had already hung up the phone, and the corners of his mouth twitched towards the tombstone.

"Old man, do you see that?"

"You said that when it comes to national arts, there is Tianjin Cangzhou in the north, and there are two Guangxi in the south supporting the signboard, but I didn't expect the mantle to be passed on to me as an Anhui person."

"But now, people are kicking the door, don't you still have to ask for your apprentice and me? Hehe, Jiangning Thin Tiger, such a big name. ”

"Take a look at the warriors of your generation, the tiger head Shaobao Sun Lutang, the fifth king of the big sword, and the Huo Yuanjia of Jinmen; Even if the Japanese are clamoring for the sick man of East Asia, no one dares to take the kung fu handed down from our ancestors seriously. What now? ”

Li Qing looked at the wild grave, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"There are still people who know Jiangning's thin tiger, but I am afraid that I am the only one who knows the 'Liangguang Lone Eagle'."

"Master, I am a good man, I don't know how many beauties are waiting for us to conquer. What about you, old man, you have died in the Martial Arts Association in this life. My body is buried in the loess, and your disciples and grandchildren will not let me live in peace. ”

"Let's go, I'll see you later."

Li Qing held the cigarette butt in his mouth and walked away slowly, leaving only a voice that could not tell whether it was ridicule or anger floating in the air, like a ghostly fire in this long cold night.

"Heh, you can't even find a place in Nanjing City with a few Japanese cars."

"How much guts does he have in little Japan?"

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In a private hall not far from the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, Li Qing wore a navy blue tunic and took off her shoes and boots in front of the wooden floor.

At the door of the private hall hangs a plaque in cursive "Tao Hidden and Nameless", written by the calligrapher Li Youren of the Republic of China, and this inconspicuous hall itself was once used by the martial artists of the Central Guoshu Museum to learn and communicate.

It's just that after the passage of time, it has become the private property of a bigwig, and no one cares about it for a long time.

"Li Sang, I've heard of the name for a long time, please advise." Opposite Li Qing, the barefoot Kazuo Sato bowed his head slightly, but the lowered head could not hide his domineering aura.

Li Qing nodded, and casually ripped off his navy blue tunic suit.

Kazuo Sato said bluntly in Chinese: "I hope Li Sang can understand that this time we are a private meeting, and our Osaka Gangjuryu Hall has always had a good relationship with the Jiangsu Wushu Association." ”

"Contemptible Sato, I have admired Chinese martial arts since I was a child, and I have always wanted to come to China to learn after winning the Japanese karate championship, and I have heard that there are many folk masters in your country..."

Li Qing raised his eyebrows and interrupted, "Do you play karate?" ”

Seeing Kazuo Sato's puzzled gaze, Li Qing grinned: "Kill the opponent with nonsense." ”

"Yaga." Kazuo Sato's face changed suddenly, and he strode towards Li Qing.

In the book "The Chrysanthemum and the Sword", it was said that if a Japanese felt that his face was insulted, he would not hesitate to fight for life and death.

However, Li Qing didn't care, because since this guy known as the Japanese karate champion had the courage to come to Nanjing City to kick the gym, he was destined to return home.

The place where the tiger and the dragon are in Nanjing City is where the Central Guoshu Museum was located in the past, how many northern and southern boxing sects have branched out here, how can he be presumptuous to the Japanese?

"Rigid and soft flow, right, today's call

You worship your ancestors. ”

Karate rigid and soft flow patriarch Miyagi Changshun learned from the South Shaolin White Crane Gate, and even the name of this school comes from Wu Beizhi's "Fa Gang Rou Tutu".

Kazuo Sato's fists were smashed out in the karate "smashing" style, hitting Li Qing's middle door, and the fist wind roared. Li Qing's waist sank slightly, turned his palm to block Miyagi Changshun's fist, and then took advantage of the situation to dodge to Sato Kazuo's side.

Parallel steps! Double palm! Double Sinking Palm!

Li Qing's hands were like a big python out of a hole, and Kazuo Sato couldn't avoid it, so he had to choose to exchange injuries for injuries, and his fists hit Li Qing's waist. Unexpectedly, Li Qing changed his move instantly, his hands suddenly sank, and his elbow broke Sato Kazuo's hand knife.

White crane gate, double elbow press!

"Fighting is such a thing, it depends on the brain." Li Qing smiled, but he didn't slow down at all.

Unexpectedly, Kazuo Sato ate Li Qing again and turned his palm, turned to hug Li Qing's waist, and pulled onions on the dry ground to throw Li Qing out.

The speed at which the rigid and soft flow of defense turned into attack was very fast, but Li Qing twisted out of Kazuo Sato's joint technique like a cunning tanuki.

"Small steps, cats stand."

Li Qing just wanted to attack from Sato's side, but unexpectedly, a black ghost face suddenly appeared around him, and then he swallowed himself directly.

"What the hell? Could it be a bluffing thing like a parallel world? Li Qing couldn't help but scold in his heart before his consciousness fell asleep.

And when Li Qing woke up, he saw an unmanned hall, and the next thing that caught his eye was the young man in front of him.

Ye Xiao looked at the young man in a tunic who suddenly crossed over, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Before this man crossed over, Li Qing had already understood the rules of the game for this fourth-story tower.

That is, throw away all his cultivation and skills, and defeat the 40,000-year-old visitor on the opposite side with pure technical attacks, and Ye Xiao can pass this level.

Li Qing touched his head, a little confused, not because he was not nervous enough, but because this kind of thing that happened today was too unbelievable for him.

Ye Xiao said to Li Qing kindly: "You don't have to be afraid, although I don't know how you came here, but there is one thing I can tell you clearly, that is, if you can defeat me here, then you should be able to get to where you should be."

Li Qing was a little depressed, he was just about to show his hands and feet, but he was suddenly interrupted, and then he saw this guy wearing a robe and carrying a sword, it was too much to hang the rails.

Fortunately, Li Qing, as a martial artist with outstanding fists and feet in that peaceful era, did not have so many questions and nonsense.

Since you are going to fight, then the battle is!

Li Qing smiled: "Although I don't know what your foundation is, but I still have to be long-winded, my fists and feet have no eyes, be careful." ”

Ye Xiao also nodded and smiled: "Okay, you too." ”

"Then it's a battle."

Ye Xiao kicked out, like a wild bull sticking towards Li Qing.

Bajiquan. Iron Mountain Lean

In the era of peace in the world 40,000 years ago, such a blow was enough to make an ordinary person seriously injured and dying.

"Yo, that's a lot of murder." Although Li Qing is excellent in his mouth, his skills are not slow at all.

Wing Chun is the most effective way to embody the "elimination and fighting" technique in modern boxing.

And Li Qing, who faced Kazuo Sato with the White Crane Gate boxing technique and said that he wanted to "worship" his ancestors, is actually the best at Wing Chun in Southern Boxing!

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