The Black Dragon Society, as an underworld organization that Japan has been agitating for foreign aggression, has been gaining a lot of benefits in China through cooperation with the Japanese military in recent years, and has always aimed to occupy the three eastern provinces of China. www.biquge.info In addition to the War Department and the Consulate, many shady things in Japan's affairs in Shanghai, except for the War Department and the Consulate, are carried out through the Black Dragon Society, and this time the Japanese martial arts community collectively crossed east, and it was no exception.

During this period of time, the Black Dragon Society has successively lost two masters, Akutagawa Ryuichi and Fumio Funakoshi, and its prestige in China has decreased sharply. In particular, the death of Fumio Funakoshi, a Japanese martial arts saint, was like having an arm cut off, and the loss was not insignificant.

This time, in order to get back to the field, the Black Dragon Society made a big operation and reached an agreement with the Japanese Lecture Hall, vowing to defeat the Jingwu Gate!

Among them, the leader, called Yokoyama Sakujiro, is a disciple of Jigoro Kano, the father of Japanese judo, and his strength is extremely strong.

Yokoyama Sakujiro, and Saigo Shiro, Yamashita Yoshisha, and Tomita Tsunejiro are collectively known as the Four Heavenly Kings of the Kodokan, and their actual combat ability is above Fumio Funakoshi, and there are also excellent disciples such as Mifune Kuzo and Maeda Mitsuyo, so it can be said that most of the elites of the Japanese Kodoku Hall except for the owner of the museum, Jigoro Kano, are all dispatched this time.

In addition to the lecture hall, many other schools also sent real masters, a total of more than 20 people, all of whom were the top powerhouses in the Japanese martial arts world, who rushed to China.

After receiving the Black Dragon Society's response, Jingwumen set up a ring on the banks of the Huangpu River and waited for the arrival of these people.

This time the ring battle, after several days of fermentation, has become a grand event in the martial arts world of China and Japan, and countless people are looking forward to it.

"Whew!"

The fist wind whistled.

The sun rises in the east, the morning sun is slightly dewed, it is late autumn, the weather has begun to cool, but Xia Yang is shirtless, no cold, is practicing boxing in an open and uninhabited place by the Huangpu River.

He bent his legs and knees, his body was in a half-squat position, and at the same time, his palms were stretched forward, his elbows were slightly bent, and in a strange posture, he turned his hands and punched, bursting with strength, stirring the air and whirring.

After a long time, Xia Yang slowly retracted his fists, opened his mouth, and slowly exhaled a breath of white air, straight and thin.

This is the breathing kung fu in the Huo family boxing, and it is rumored that there is a master of the inner family boxing who can spit out a few inches of white air arrows, condensing but not dispersing, which is already similar to the ancient legend, flying swords and jumping pills, and killing people in the air.

However, Xia Yang's kung fu was far from being practiced to that point, he exhaled a breath of white air, and soon his strength was insufficient and dissipated into the air.

Then he adjusted his breathing, and his eyes blinked, and the essence flashed.

Putting away his fist, Xia Yang secretly sighed: "This mixed yuan pile is really not simple, it is worthy of being the foundation of Huo Jiaquan, every time you practice, you will have a different perception, I don't know what is the difference with the three-body pose of Xingyi Boxing and the Wuji pile of Taijiquan?"

The hybrid pile method of his faction, improved by Huo Yuanjia, is the true essence of Huo Jiaquan, and even Huo Yuanjia practiced diligently before his death, and he has been figuring out it for decades and has never put it down. Huo Tingen also often told him that pile work is a lifetime of kung fu and requires perseverance.

"There are still two days to go, and it's the day of the ring competition!" Xia Yang pondered in his heart.

It is said that the Japanese samurai arrived in Shanghai yesterday and lived in the Hongkou Dojo of the Black Dragon Society, and began to rest and recuperate.

"This injury, the recovery time is much faster than I expected, and it is also in time for the day of the showdown with the Japanese, so I finally don't have to be a shrunken turtle. Xia Yang clenched his fists.

Chen Zhen took on the name of killing Fumio Funakoshi for him, and one can imagine how dangerous it was! There is also the Jingwu Sect, and the Japanese are eager to get rid of it as soon as possible, how can he not be in a hurry. It's just that the matter has come to this point, and it is impossible for him to stand up and declare that he was the one who killed Fumio Funakoshi, so that the Japanese can divert their hatred. Now that his injuries have healed, he doesn't have to lie on the bed as an injury number, and he is much more at ease, no matter whether the spearhead is against him or not, he will fight as a member of the Jingwu Sect!

He had already made up his mind that this time he would go on a killing spree and kill and maim all these Japanese samurai! While honing his boxing skills, he would also go all out to strangle the martial arts seeds of these Japanese martial arts circles and plunder their martial arts luck.

After a battle with Fumio Funakoshi, Xia Yang has a new layer of understanding and comprehension of his boxing skills, the joints and muscles of various parts of the body have been able to be twisted into a strand, and there is a transparent feeling throughout the body, which is the real peak of Ming Jin!

After his injury was healed, he continued to learn from the disciples of the Jingwu Sect, and his actual combat experience became richer and richer.

Now the Nine Aperture Golden Pill in Xia Yang's body has absorbed about forty percent of the medicinal power, and his physique is so powerful that even he can't describe it. Although he has not yet practiced dark energy, the physical fitness and strength of the dark energy master have not surpassed the Ming Jin martial artist by much, and it is impossible to send out the dark energy infinitely, with his body that is not afraid of dark energy and a vast divine power, it is enough to be a strong dark powerhouse. As long as he doesn't meet a great grandmaster at the level of Huajin, he has the confidence to fight with it!

After making up his mind, Xia Yang practiced the mixed yuan pile again, consolidating his boxing realm, and at the same time, he was also trying to control the vitality and break through the dark energy.

Facing the east, facing the rising sun, he felt the vitality of the revival of all things after a night, and his body fell together, turning the coarse strength into fine, like sifting sand, constantly conditioning the ligaments, tendons and tendons, increasing energy and vitality.

This is the wisdom of the ancients, passed down from generation to generation, and it is also the essence of the mixed yuan pile method.

Immersed in such a state, his already keen spiritual sense increased even more, and he suddenly felt that behind a big tree more than twenty meters away, there was a gaze staring at him, and his heart suddenly sank!

Putting away the steps, Xia Yang turned around and shouted in a deep voice: "Who is peeping over there?"

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and his body was secretly accumulating, and if the man did not reply, or was about to flee, he would immediately rush forward and fight.

"Huh!"

The man behind the tree didn't seem to expect to be discovered by Xia Yang, and couldn't help but let out a sound of surprise. He didn't hide his head or tail, he walked out directly from behind the tree, revealing his figure, and walked towards Xia Yang.

This is a young man in his twenties, who doesn't look much older than Xia Yang, wearing a black silk dress and stepping on a pair of scissor-mouth cloth shoes that are popular in the north, he let out a hearty laugh and said: "I didn't expect to look at you a few times, and I was discovered by you, this brother, you have practiced well with this hybrid pile." ”

"Definitely a master!"

At the first glance of this person, Xia Yang judged from the other party's temperament. This person's face is slightly square, his eyes are bright, his complexion is black and red, his figure is not tall, only about 1.7 meters, not tall or short, lean but not pressing. It's just that this person is also carrying a stick-like thing wrapped around a strip of cloth on his back, which seems to be a big gun, which looks extremely strange.

Feeling that the other party didn't seem to be hostile, Xia Yang secretly relaxed, but still asked vigilantly, "Who are you?" Why are you peeking at me practicing?"

"It's just that I didn't mean to pass by, I planned to come to this riverside to practice, but I didn't expect you to come first, brother, so I just took a few looks. The young man explained, and the words were bright and convincing.

"I see. Xia Yang nodded lightly, his face relaxed.

"I see that the mixed yuan pile you practiced, brother, it seems that there are some practices of the eight poles in our eight-pole gate, I don't know where the master is?" the young man asked curiously.

"Baji Gate?" Xia Yang frowned slightly! This is an extremely well-known school of boxing, even he has heard of it in modern times.

Secretly shocked, he didn't know what the origin of the mixed yuan pile he practiced and the Baji Gate, and said with some doubts: "I am a disciple of the Jingwu Sect, and the pile method I practiced just now was improved by my master Huo Yuanjia." ”

"Jingwumen?!" The young man was startled at first, and then his face showed relief: "It turns out that you are a disciple of Huo Daxia, it seems that what you practice should be the Huo family boxing of our clan." ”

He grinned slightly: "My name is Huo Diange, I don't know what my brother is called?"