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Li Wei's Codex

Ma Qing was still wearing a wide coat, and when he left, he didn't forget to pat Xiao Wei's head and say:

Look at these three people, they are still fighting so hard for second.

The leisurely demeanor seems to be the strongest in Qingjiang. In fact, Ma Qing's self-confidence is not groundless. Ever since that night of drunkenness, the energy in his body has for some reason become so strong that it is difficult to predict. And after Bai Yougui and Ma Kuo's conditioning, he has gradually been able to control this god-sent thing, and now he only needs a strong enemy to help him integrate it, and then test where his limit is.

The practice is not as simple as pouring water into a measuring flask, and the depth of it can be seen at a glance.

Just as you can't see through the realm of others, a practitioner's understanding of his own abilities is also very shallow, which is why Xiao Wei's eyes are so precious. It's a pity that Xiao Weiwangqi's technique is still very shallow, so for Ma Qing, a reference from the outside world is particularly important.

Han Laoqi is not qualified to make that reference, but Li Wuxiong can.

Originally, Ma Qing had always thought that Li Wuxiong's realm was unattainable, and even if his cultivation was greatly improved, he only dared to have the intention of seeking advice. In a duel that is bound to lose, Ma Qing naturally can't raise any desire to win.

But he dared to do it, but he dragged him off the altar stubbornly. Although Zeng Dare was still defeated at the last moment, although he did not unsheath the night knife from beginning to end, although Li Wuxiong's right hand was always hidden behind him, Zeng Dare hit him and cut off his clothes. If you dare to do it, why not give it a try to my Ma Qing!

This urge to fight and win became stronger and stronger as he stepped into the ring.

The audience heard that Ma Qing, who was "riding a white horse alone" in the mouth of Mr. Storyteller, was right in front of him, and the screams and shouts of worship fanaticism came flooding the sea. But in the past, the criminal squad acted as a group of younger brothers, and the people always stayed away, so not everyone knew what Ma Qing looked like. It was only when I heard the hoarse voice of the master of ceremonies vaguely shout out Ma Qing's name, and there were idlers coaxing together, that I knew that the legendary reincarnation of the god had been in the ring.

The crowd roared like a pilgrimage.

Ma Qing stood silently on the stage, and the urge to win and fight was so strong that it could not be attached. His palms were clenched into fists, spread out again, pinched again, spread out again... The heart in his chest rumbled like a war drum, and Ma Qing inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to soothe the thought of having a good fight with Li Wuxiong.

"Just wait a little longer, just a little longer. ”

The master of ceremonies was still preaching morality and rules in Brabra, but Ma Qing couldn't listen to a word. Even when the water leak was turned on, Ma Qing still lowered his head and didn't notice it. Han Laoqi didn't care, he was as thin as a monkey, and he charged over with a wide and heavy gold plate axe.

Han Laoqi knew in his heart that Ma Qing would definitely wait for him to finish his thirty moves, so as soon as he got started, he picked the most powerful moves, rather than the conservative and practical ones. In the middle of the sprint, he played with the figure-eight flowers, and the big axe shone with brilliant golden light in the sun, and then threw it, and the golden axe rotated rapidly, cutting obliquely towards Ma Qing like a brilliant sunset.

Ma Qing seemed to be still thinking about things with his head down, and suddenly frowned, as if he felt some uncomfortable atmosphere, and naturally took a step to the side, just avoiding it. The golden light flashed in front of Ma Qing, and immediately woke him up. In an instant, Ma Qing suddenly clenched his fists.

Han Laoqi was unhurried, and his hands were together and he pinched the mantra in style. With his meaningless thoughts, he wielded his vitality to guide the golden axe to whirl. Ma Qing looked at Han Laoqi, who was like a wooden stake, and secretly sighed: Damn, dare to yin me, he arrived in front of Han Laoqi with one step, and punched his nose.

Han Laoqi has the characteristics of a divine stick, and he closed his eyes and shook his head and recited the mantra that he had made up: The Five Thunder Formation of the True Martial Emperor....Ahhhhhhhhhhh Big brother....big brother, you pit money... Before he finished speaking, he fell on all fours on the sidelines.

Han Laoqi was not injured, but his nose hurt badly. He covered his nose with his hands, and half of his face was painted in a palette of blood, tears, and snot.

"Big brother, you cheated me out of money again. ”

The audience quickly fell silent after a whoop, and no one expected that the winner would be decided in a few breaths. Suddenly, a sharp cry: It's Ma Qing on the stage, Ma Feitu!! This sentence instantly exploded all the audience like a lead.

Horse Flying Rabbit!

Horse Flying Rabbit!

......

A touch of scarlet appeared in Ma Qing's eyes, and his battle intent surged like opening a floodgate, and he yelled at a back figure not far away: Li Wuxiong, you and I have been fighting!!

Li Wuxiong had been closed, and he was in severe pain, and he had just swallowed the Yang Cleansing Pill, and a stream of evil fire was nowhere to be found, so he immediately turned around to look at him. Ma Qing was condescending, with indescribable pride and contempt in his eyes, how could Li Wuxiong endure this, he turned over and got into the ring, and instantly became tense.

The master of ceremonies was in a hurry, looked towards the main seat, and when he saw Ma Kuo waving his hand gently, he closed his voice in recognition of each other, and even retreated from the stage without announcing the winner of the last game. The audience didn't expect that this good show would be staged so coherently, and it was also applauded.

Ma Qing was surprised that he would take the initiative to provoke, knowing that he did not have much hostility towards Li Wuxiong. But the two of them already have a fight, so it's better to come earlier!

Li Wuxiong did not draw his sword, and Ma Qing also generously threw aside the bright silver gun that was not loaded with the head of the gun, and faced the enemy with his bare hands. Unlike in the previous game, Li Wuxiong did not hesitate to take the lead by taking the lead in his desperate need to put himself in danger to divert attention from the pain in his body. Ma Qing refused to give up an inch of land, and used his hands as the "four doors", and the menacing Li Wuxiong refused to leave the door in the future. The so-called Four Door Boxing is the most superficial introductory kung fu in the ancestor of the Central Plains martial arts close-range boxing method - "Renshou Boxing".

Legend has it that 10,000 years ago, the "Great Grandmaster" Wang Shouren followed the ancestors to stick to the Dao City, and saw the ancestors fighting the four saints of the demon clan Golden Dragon, Purple Sparrow, Xuanhu and Red Turtle with his own eyes, and he used only his hands to dissolve the infinite offensive of the four saints. After that battle, Wang Shouren felt a scale feather, and created the "Four Gates" according to this, claiming to be able to block the world's moves with the "Four Gates";

However, Wang Shouren's cultivation has entered the realm of enlightenment early, and he can understand the thousands of changes in the world, and the four fists have reached the realm of great complexity and simplification, so the moves are ordinary and unremarkable at a glance.

The realm of the descendants of later generations is far inferior, and the practice of the four fists has its own appearance; even ordinary children, women, and children can play a few tricks in a decent way, and they really can't see any fame. It has been passed on for dozens of generations, and no one takes it as a thing, and Qiao Limu, the "martial saint" of Beidi, developed eighteen sets of routines based on the four doors of boxing when he was fifteen years old, and only then did he form the "eighteen road benevolence and guarding boxing" that the martial artists of all dynasties must practice. But Ren Shouquan is still as strict as the Four Men Boxing, and he does not give up an inch of land.

Ma Qing practiced martial arts, picking shortcuts and not paying much attention to the basics, resulting in a little more complicated exercise routines are half-understood, and this most basic four martial arts have been practiced a little famous, quite ancient.

Ma Qing's legs were settled, he didn't move, and his two fists turned into four doors with his elbows as the boundary. No matter how clever Li Wuxiong is, he can't cross this "boundary" in a daze. Li Wuxiong's eyes were as if he had blocked a high mountain, unable to penetrate, unable to cross, and unable to get around; Li Wuxiong lifted up his whole body strength, and his punches became faster and faster, and although he was only one-handed, he conjured up countless fist shadows. But if he is one point faster, Ma Qing will be able to go up to ten points faster, and stop his castration all the time.