Chapter 44: Fierce Fighting

Choked on Du Zhenyu's words and almost vomited blood, Feng Jun regretted that he shouldn't have said this kind of nonsense to Du Zhenyu, he originally wanted to hit Du Zhenyu again in front of everyone, he felt that this was the demeanor of a master, but he was pushed back by Du Zhenyu.

The audience is more than 1,000, but Feng Jun feels that there is absolutely no real master among them, he heard Li Song say that the level of several martial arts teachers in No. 1 Middle School is also very limited, and it is ordinary sanda kung fu, so when he stands on the stage, he naturally has a sense of superiority, and always feels that everything is under control, so he will say a few more words.

"Since you don't know what to do, then we don't have to talk nonsense, let's make a move, I'll give you a chance to make a move first, otherwise as soon as I make a move, I'm afraid you won't have a chance!"

Feng Jun was polite on his lips, but he was extremely angry in his heart, and he couldn't wait to immediately wave his iron palm to slash Du Zhenyu under his palm, clenched his hands tightly into fists, and then released them again, his palms went up and down, one in front and one back, putting on a defensive posture, waiting for Du Zhenyu to attack.

"It's better for you to strike first, I don't like to take advantage of such advantages!" Du Zhenyu rolled his eyes, clenched his hands into fists, and assumed a defensive posture.

Du Zhenyu didn't appreciate it at all, and even refused to make the first move, which made Feng Jun's heart even more angry, his eyes flashed, and he snorted coldly: "If you want to seek death, then it's no wonder that I'm not to blame!" ”

After speaking, Feng Jun's feet slipped and he rushed towards Du Zhenyu.

The distance of a few meters was almost negligible for the skills of the two, and in just an instant, the bodies of the two collided together.

Feng Jun waved his iron palm, and with one palm, he went to Du Zhenyu's heart, and the shot was vicious, leaving no room for it.

He entered the iron head at the age of eight, because the head was as cold as iron and received his father's favor, so he was extremely strict with him, and he was also carefully taught. It only took Feng Jun eight years to practice the iron sand palm, and naturally he was as cold as iron to appreciate and love, and Zuihou also taught him the opening tablet palm.

Cold as iron has practiced for decades, a set of stele palms, has reached the point of perfection, although in the rivers and lakes can only be barely regarded as a second-rate master, but in the southwest region, it can be regarded as a number of figures.

The cultivation method of opening the stele palm is special, it takes many years to palm the stele, hence the name, the iron master has a martial arts hall, but the martial arts hall students only teach the ordinary outer door kung fu iron sand palm, mining river valley iron sand, perennial insertion, there are talented people among the students, or those who are promising for rapid progress, can enter the iron master.

Tiezhangmen built a manor on the top of a big mountain in the suburbs of Guangyuan City, and this mountain was later called Tiezhangfeng.

Quarry the fine stone in the mountain to make dozens of large and small two kinds of stone tablets, all leaning on the mountain and leaning, the small one is up to a few inches thick, the big one is more than ten inches, after the iron sand palm is practiced, you can practice the stele palm, first hit the small stele with the palm, and then you can practice the big stele again, and the one who can break the big stele is considered a small martial arts success, and you can enter the rivers and lakes to practice.

Although Feng Jun can only break the small monument with his palm, it is just that he has a special identity, is favored by the master, and has to complete his studies, so he has to go down the mountain, but he needs to go back to the mountain gate during the winter and summer vacations, and he usually practices at home.

However, even if he can only break the small stele, Feng Jun's iron sand palm has already been completed, and the stele palm is already full of heat.

Whether it is the iron sand palm or the stele palm, there is no fixed move, it can only be regarded as a kind of body refining technique, but after these two palm techniques are practiced, the power of the moves at your fingertips can be greatly increased.

Think about it, if you can open a monument and break a stone with both hands, how powerful can it be?

Leng Rutie has studied many kinds of martial arts, and he is proficient in five or six sets of palm techniques alone, Feng Jun used the Bagua Palm at this time, the iron palm flies, and it becomes a hexagram by itself, and the movements are fast, which is dazzling.

It is rare to have such an opportunity to steal the opponent's martial arts, Du Zhenyu is not willing to be ruthless immediately, his vision at this time is different from ordinary people, his movements are as fast as lightning, and as soon as he moves under his feet, he will get out of Feng Jun's attack range.

Feng Jun was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Du Zhenyu's movements to be so fast, his body was as smooth as a loach, which actually disappointed his ambition to win, and he pounced again at the moment, and his palms continued to dance, faster than before.

The audience in the audience are all laymen, how can they see what is in it, they only feel that Feng Jun's attack is like a raging storm and rain, and Du Zhenyu's tactical dodge, in the eyes of the audience, is a harbinger of defeat, and the applause suddenly rises one after another.

Du Zhenyu concentrated on observing Feng Jun's palm at this time, turned a deaf ear to the cheers from the audience, and kept wandering along Feng Jun's body, while Feng Jun used himself as the axis and kept attacking him.

It's a pity that no matter how sharp Feng Jun's moves are and how fast his movements are, he always fails at the juncture, and he doesn't even touch the corners of Du Zhenyu's clothes.

Song Lao, who was sitting in the back row of the audience, had his eyes wide open at this time, and the essence in his eyes flashed, and his momentum was unconsciously exposed.

The body of the cold and beautiful woman beside him trembled slightly, the muscles of the whole body instinctively tensed, slightly sideways, and secretly shocked in her heart, and then she stood in the arena, her eyes were also full of brilliance, and she couldn't help but speak: "There is a huge difference in strength, Feng Jun lost as soon as he started!" ”

"I didn't expect you to have this eyesight, but unfortunately, it seems that your father doesn't know you!" Song Lao smiled: "Hongying, you can go to the place where I live more in the future, I have figured out something over the years, if you are interested, try to learn, the skills are not pressing, in the future, my old man will be in the ground for a hundred years, and it will be completely shocking!" ”

The woman who was called Hongying's body shook, turned her head suddenly, a little surprised, and her voice trembled a little: "Old Song, are you willing to take me as an apprentice?" ”

People are not born ruthless, she is the same, the reason why she is so ruthless, mostly forced by the world, deep in her heart, has its own soft side, at this time, she was pleasantly surprised, and its weak side was undoubtedly revealed.

She is not a local, from Yanjing, the capital of Huaxia, only because of discord with the family, so she joined the army, Zuihou found someone to be transferred to Banan City, on the one hand, she wants to stay away from the family's Shili influence range, on the other hand, she also wants to do something practical for the people at the bottom, she feels that this kind of life is more meaningful.

The old man next to her was surnamed Song, no one knew his name, she only knew that Song Lao's cultivation was unfathomable, and even her father praised her many times in front of her, only saying that if she had the opportunity to worship Song Laomen, her future would be limitless.

She has always dreamed of one day, hoping to worship Song Lao's disciples, but unfortunately Song Lao's middle-aged age heard of the great changes, so she vowed not to accept apprentices again, so her hope became despair day by day.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Song Lao took the initiative to teach her, how could she not be surprised and moved, and the martial arts in front of her seemed to be no longer concerned by her.

"This kind of thing is exempt, I just see that it is not easy for you to be committed, so I have such an idea, hey, it is not interesting for me to bring these things back to the soil, but you need to promise me a condition when the time comes!" The old man looked at the woman beside him with some pity.

The cold and glamorous girl no longer has a cold and glamorous color at this time, more like a childish little girl, listening to the old man's words, she frowned: "Does Song always pity me?" ”

"Of course not." Song Lao hurriedly said: "Didn't I say it, I still have a request, so it can be regarded as an exchange!" ”

The cold girl hesitated for a moment, but it seemed that she had not resisted the temptation, and as soon as her mind was decided, she nodded resolutely and said, "Okay, then I will go to you then!" ”

In fact, she knows very well that the reason why Song Lao is willing to teach her martial arts is mostly because she has suffered too much over the years, and she doesn't want to be pitied, but she is naturally obsessed with martial arts, and she doesn't want to be looked down upon by the people in her family.

This shijie is very fair and realistic, whether it is born in a big family with a tendency to power in the world, or a family of ordinary people, if you can take your fate into your own hands, you must be a powerful person, and often in a big family, the fate of many people cannot be controlled by yourself.

For so many years, she has been fighting against fate, although she has lived a hard time, but there is joy in suffering, and she has never said defeat or retreated.

Now there is a glimmer of hope, and she naturally grasps it tightly in her hands as if she has grasped a life-saving straw, and she doesn't want to let go.

The martial arts fight in the ring was still going on, the battle was fierce, Feng Jun seemed to have the advantage, and the cheers of the audience continued one after another.

Feng Jun's face was slightly sweaty, and he was shocked and angry in his heart, although Du Zhenyu blindly dodged, the strength he showed today shocked Feng Jun too much.

He was angry because from beginning to end, he never hurt Du Zhenyu in the slightest, and he didn't even touch the corners of his clothes, he knew very well that all this was because Du Zhenyu's speed was too fast, even if his iron palm opened the stele and cracked the stone, as long as he got the palm of his hand, he could knock the opponent away, but he couldn't hit the other party, everything was empty words.

Feng Jun had a trace of panic in his heart, since the start of the battle, it had been a full five minutes, and his physical strength had been a little exhausted, but Du Zhenyu still seemed to be very relaxed.

If this continues, Du Zhenyu may eventually drag him down directly.

Thinking that he would be dragged down by Du Zhenyu, he was a little scared and a little aggrieved.

As much as possible to dispel the slightest demon in his heart, Feng Jun's moves changed, and he changed to the dragon palm, and the palm became elegant, but the movements became more and more elegant and varied, so that Du Zhenyu was unaware for a while, and he almost hit the trick.

Soon, however, the battle situation returned to its previous state of stalemate.

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway.

In the end, there are still a few experts in this Shenwu Hall who can barely be regarded as having some eyesight, such as a few martial arts teachers sitting at the front desk, and Zhang Cheng who has been smiling and silent.

Several martial arts teachers began to talk to each other, surprised and appreciative of Du Zhenyu's strength, and even began to think in their hearts about how to pull the two people on the stage into their own martial arts class, in their opinion, the martial arts of the two people on the stage have obviously surpassed them, and if they really want to accept them as students, that is to pick up a big bargain, naturally they will be better than the blue, and they will easily enter the highest school in Huaxia in the future, and grow a face for them, at that time, they will also follow the scenery, and the bonus will follow.

It's just that they know better in their hearts that today's martial arts fight will definitely not end easily, unless one party is disabled, they have seen the forum, and they are very clear about the grievances between Du Zhenyu and Feng Jun, if it is not a deep hatred, why do they need to come to Shenwutai to fight? Why do you need to sign that kind of life-and-death martial arts agreement?

Zhang Xin whispered to Zhang Cheng: "Father, who do you think will win?" ”

"What do you say?" Zhang Cheng asked rhetorically.

Zhang Xin hesitated for a moment and replied a little cautiously: "I don't think it's good to say it now, but it seems that Feng Jun's chances of winning are slightly better!" ”

After saying this, Zhang Xin was a little nervous, and observed his father's reaction with a weak heart.

As a result, Zhang Cheng just sighed, shook his head, and said nothing.

Zhang Xin was a little frustrated, and there was a trace of doubt in his heart: Could it be that his father is more optimistic about Du Zhenyu?