A long Tai Chi pusher knocked the opponent out of the air, and flew seven or eight steps away before he could barely stand firm.

The disciples burst into applause.

"Dare to come to Wudang Mountain to hurt people, abolish him!"

"Scrap him!"

Zheng Yichang was angry in his heart, and the two Japanese went to Wudang Mountain and couldn't help but say that they raided the main Qianyuan Daoist, beat the Qianyuan Daoist to vomit blood, and beat the Zhengxuan Daoist with heavy hands and broke many bones, and the cruelty of the means can be seen.

But this involves foreigners, and there will be international disputes if it is not done well, so he has always had reservations about his action, hoping to save Wudang Mountain's face and resolve it peacefully.

Now that the opponent is seven or eight steps away, the victory and defeat have been divided, there is no need to chase after each other, and the martial arts exchange itself is to the point.

The disciples in the audience shouted loudly, shook their heads, turned around and raised their hands to press, signaling everyone to be quiet.

But he forgot one thing, he can be a gentleman, and others may not be like him.

The Japanese samurai Huang Saburo was shocked by the Tai Chi push hand so that a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and a trace of hideousness appeared on his face.

I saw him close his eyes and recite the words silently, and after a while, he opened his eyes, stretched out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth, and roared, his eyes were covered with blood-red marks, and the scattered hair on both sides stood up, like a demon, and suddenly pounced towards Zhengyi.

"Not good! There is something wrong with this Jap. ”

Chen Dasheng's heart tightened, and under his perception, Huang Sanlang's body suddenly exuded a strong yin qi. It's definitely not the breath that normal humans should have.

Just wanted to stop it, Huang Sanlang had already turned into an afterimage and hit Zheng Yichang.

Good speed.

The cheers stopped abruptly, and when he saw the strange appearance of the disciples, he felt the strong wind behind him, and he knew that it was not good.

His reaction speed can also be described as fast, he turned around suddenly, and quickly slapped Huang Sanlang with two palms.

As soon as he made contact, he felt like he had been hit by a galloping bull, his throat was sweet, and he flew out involuntarily.

Huang Sanlang bumped into the long flying one, did not stop his attack, flew up, faster than the upside-down flying one, reached out and grabbed the long ankle of the positive one, twisted the long ankle with a click, and threw it out.

smashed two wooden stakes and fell into a coma in an instant.

Chen Dasheng went from seeing that Huang Sanlang's state was not right, to wanting to stop it, which was a matter of an instant, but before he could make a move, he was already knocked unconscious.

All this was too fast, so fast that a master like Chen Dasheng, who was also a standard in the ancient martial arts era, didn't have time to stop it.

"Damn, Lao Tzu killed you."

Wang Fatzi originally wanted to find Huang Sanlang desperately, but at this moment, when he saw that he was being knocked unconscious, he suddenly became anxious, raised two kitchen knives and was about to rush up.

A hand stretched out and grabbed the collar of the fat man.

"Let me come."

A faint voice sounded.

Huang Sanlang was flying for a long time, and the field was a little quiet for a while.

It's not that the Wudang disciples were shocked, but that Huang Sanlang's state was not right for everyone, and the judgment between the two of them before and after revealed an indescribable weirdness. This caused a moment of silence.

Huang Sanlang put his hands behind his back, looked at the Wudang disciples with a sneer, and said word by word: "Wudang kung fu is nothing more than that, your Zhang Sanfeng, who is like a god, is a swaggering beggar who asks for food, and is blown into a generation of grandmasters by you Chinese, look at what has been handed down!" Shame on that! My ancestors once gave you four words for the Chinese: the sick man of East Asia, and now it seems that it is really appropriate. ”

When these words were heard in the ears of all the Wudang disciples, they were all blown up, and immediately countless people rushed to the field.

There was just one person who was faster than them, and this person looked like he walked up slowly, but in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Huang Sanlang.

It's Chen Dasheng!

The disciples of Wudang saw that Chen Dasheng was on the field first, and stopped one by one, if they all went up, it would be a siege, and the Wudang disciples disdained to do so.

"Are you a friend of the Japanese Friendship Martial Arts Exchange Group in China? Chen Dasheng, a disciple of Wudang sweeping and miscellaneous work, came to communicate with you in a friendly manner. ”

Chen Dasheng talked and spoke, his eyes were endlessly cold, he saw the ruthlessness of this Japanese, and his heart was full of anger, but his face was very calm.

Huang Sanlang's face was full of cruel smiles, grinning and revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and said Sen Ran: "Very good, you all come up, and I will take it alone." ”

"I'm enough to deal with you with a mess!"

After Chen Dasheng finished speaking, he stepped on the shape-shifting footwork, bullied him closely, and punched out.

In the past ten years, Chen Dasheng's first-class kung fu includes: light skills, flying swallows in the forest tops, swordsmanship, flying immortals outside the sky, footwork, shapeshifting, internal strength, and Jiuyang divine skills. Palm, falling colorful palm.

These are all peerless martial arts recorded in the martial arts scriptures.

Other eighteen kinds of weapons, boxing techniques, leg techniques, and old Taoist priests have taught him, but unfortunately those are second-rate and third-rate exercises, but Chen Dasheng doesn't like to use Luoying's colorful palm, he likes to use boxing.

Fist to the flesh, that is the pursuit of men. Luoying's colorful palms, floating out of the dust, like wearing flowers and butterflies, and like thousands of flowers falling, that is a peerless beauty like Huang Rong is suitable for cultivation.

He is now using the Black Tiger Boxing, which is said to be the boxing method of the Black Tiger Sect, a small sect in the ancient martial arts period, and the second-rate boxing method is not counted, it can only be counted as the third-rate boxing method.

Dealing with the Japanese in front of him, Chen Dasheng felt that the Black Tiger Fist was enough, and what made him a little jealous was the strong yin qi on the other party's body. It's kind of like a demon possession.

Huang Sanlang saw a punch coming, and the air made a crackling sound, slightly surprised, knowing that the power of this punch was not small, he didn't dare to take it hard, and hurriedly dodged, wanting to dodge, but unfortunately when he and Zheng were fighting for a long time, the ghostly speed at the end was not effective at all in front of Chen Dasheng, and he was firmly hit in the front by Chen Dasheng's punch.

With a bang, Chen Dasheng felt that his punch was like hitting steel, and his fist hurt.

Huang Sanlang was also stunned, this punch did not cause him any damage, it didn't seem to be as powerful as the old Taoist priest's Tai Chi just now, and then he understood that his current state was borrowing other powers, and even his physical body was dozens of times stronger.

"Quack!"

Huang Sanlang let out a pleasant strange laugh, no longer dodged, and frantically attacked Chen Dasheng.

It's just that under Chen Dasheng's shape-shifting footwork, he can't even touch Chen Dasheng's hair.

Chen Dasheng jumped and moved, his footwork was fast and superb, every punch did not miss, and all of them hit Huang Sanlang, but Huang Sanlang's body was strong, he blessed the fist of the eight-layer Jiuyang Divine Skill, and every punch could be said to open the stele and crack the stone, but it didn't work at all on Huang Sanlang.

It seems that the only way to try it is with a talisman.

As he walked, Chen Dasheng bit the index finger of his right hand and drew a talisman on the palm of his left palm.

He moved fast, and with his martial arts cultivation, others couldn't see what he was doing at all.

In the eyes of a group of Wudang disciples, Chen Dasheng was like a machine that didn't know how to get tired, moving rapidly around Huang Sanlang, bringing out a string of afterimages.

On the other side, the black-clothed Japanese who had been watching for a long time also showed surprise in his eyes, but there was no worried look on his face, and he only muttered to himself: "I didn't expect that Huaxia has such a powerful martial arts, I was ordered to come to Huaxia this time to find the legendary ancient martial arts, it seems that it is worth the trip." ”

"I'm also half of China's master, I don't know all the martial arts in the north and south of China, and I know a thing or two, this person's kung fu is obviously much better than the so-called southern fist and northern legs, this young man has to find a way to capture it alive, if he can bring it back to the president, my status in the Yamaguchi Society will definitely be able to rise."

After Chen Dasheng finished drawing the talisman, his left hand clenched his fist again, and he silently recited the word in the Taoist nine-character mantra in his mouth, and punched Huang Sanlang's vest.