Wangqiu Martial Arts Hall.

Geng Liangchen is the first generation of the master, and he respectfully calls Mr. Fu Qiu the patriarch of the school, and the Qiu of which comes from here.

Taking this name, it can also be seen that Fu Qiu, the ambition of this big disciple.

The more he learned martial arts, the more respectful he was to Fu Qiu, as a god, and if he could look at his back in his life, it was his highest pursuit.

Fu Qiu himself did not start a sect, but he also instructed a lot of disciples, and these disciples are now around Geng Liangchen, and they are a great force in the entire northern martial arts.

Inside the Wangqiu Museum.

There were a lot of guests coming and going, and the seats had already been arranged at this time.

Fu Qiu sat on the top seat, with Lin Jiu, Simu Daoren, Huo Yuanjia, and Gong Er beside him......

There are also many figures in the martial arts world, military and political circles, each of whom is a figure with a head and a face in Jinmen.

In addition to the martial arts world, everyone came here to see Fu Qiu's face.

In this area, Fu Qiu has been operating for many years, and he is regarded as a real and unknown king of Jinmen.

Even some people who know more deeply know that this Mr. Fu's power is all over the north and south, at home and abroad.

"Hello Mr. Fu!"

"It's been a long time since I've seen Lin Dao."

"Master Huo!"

Geng Liangchen greeted the guests at the door, and everyone came in to greet the front ones.

From time to time, another group of people came in, led by a white-haired old man wearing a blue robe.

When Fu Qiu saw it, he quickly got up and greeted him.

"Old Tarzan, why are you here?"

Gong Er: "Dad, slow down." ”

Gong Yutian twisted his beard and smiled slightly: "My old bones can still move, Liangchen took over the burden of my old bones, how can I not come and take a look." ”

Fu Qiu: "Lord Taishan, be relieved, you can't lose!" ”

Hearing the three words confidently that he couldn't lose, Gong Yutian's eyes lit up, since he knew this virtuous son-in-law, he knew that the real martial arts were endless.

He has a very high degree of trust in Fu Qiu's words, and even regards them as a guarantee.

"Okay."

"Sit down."

There are two notarization methods for kicking the gym.

One is to close the door to the competition, invite martial arts seniors who have no relationship with both sides, and draw a pledge to testify and save face for the loser;

The other is that the door of the kicked martial arts hall is wide open, and even in the downtown competition, the news is released, and the winner is famous.

The method was chosen by the kicking party, and Chen Shi chose the latter, and he kicked the six martial arts halls in Jinmen in this way and made a great reputation.

Even, he spent money on newspapers to exaggerate the matter, obviously not preparing to save face for the Wangqiu Pavilion, and even the Jinmen Martial Arts and Northern Martial Arts.

Doorway.

Fu Wufang is dressed in a military uniform, unlike Geng Liangchen, who is famous in the martial arts, he is now in the military world, staying in the military camp all the year round, and it is rare to come back.

"Senior brother, I have learned about Nanyang, this Chen Zhi is ruthless, although he came in the name of revenge, but you are not to blame for that incident at the beginning, don't have a psychological burden, don't be merciful."

That incident is said to be that when Gong Yutian retired, the northern and southern martial arts took advantage of this exchange, Geng Liangchen and Ip Man competed, but they failed to keep their hands, and directly abolished Ip Man.

Geng Liangchen nodded lightly, he was wearing a dark power suit, with a beard growing on his chin, and he no longer saw the commotion of the year.

He is also in his early thirties, has a family, has children and daughters, shoulders heavier responsibilities, washes away the prosperity, and becomes more and more stable.

"Don't worry, others have stepped on my face, and I can't be merciful."

Chen Zhen and Huo Tingen leaned over: "Senior brother, come on." ”

Geng Liangchen smiled at the two: "Look at it, senior brother will give you a sample." ”

……

Under the high elevated ring.

It is already full of audiences, all of whom are people from Tianjin who love to watch the excitement, and they are talking non-stop.

Chen Shi carried the Eight Slashing Blades, followed by a group of southern martial artists, as well as disciples of the Wing Chun School.

The world is not chaotic, the family business is not lost, the 99th floor of his Chen family in Guangdong is not blown out, and the pomp is not small at all.

With the popularity of this matter, this competition has already been endowed with many meanings, and has even become a contest between the north and the south martial arts.

Chen Shi wore a dark robe with a neatly trimmed beard.

He was staring at Geng Liangchen on the stage, his eyes were cold.

There are only two or three true legends of his boxing in this vein, he is a senior brother, and Ip Man is a junior brother, and the relationship has always been close.

One is for revenge, the second is for the vast sect, and the third is for the southern martial arts.

Geng Liangchen was holding a thin sword in his hand, three feet long, with a cold blade like snow, shining brightly.

Chen Shi looked at the other party's weapon, squinted his eyes slightly, he knew that the other party was good at boxing, and he directly abolished his junior brother with one hand.

He didn't think that his fists and legs must be stronger than his junior brother, but he had been wandering in Nanyang all the year round, and his one-handed blade kung fu had been on the battlefield for a long time, so he specially proposed to test the blade.

Originally, if the other party should not, then continue to press public opinion and continue to kick the hall.

didn't think about it, and the other party responded directly.

As a result, he was also a little more jealous of the long sword in the opponent's hand.

Geng Liangchen clasped his fists around and saluted solemnly, and said loudly: "I invite all of you to witness that today's martial arts competition is not only superior, but also life and death!" ”

As soon as the voice fell, there was a lot of discussion in the audience.

Chen Zhi's face also changed, in the name of revenge, he took over the cause and effect of the northern and southern martial arts, and occupied morality, just wanting to mess with the other party's heart, and even gave birth to the idea of keeping his hand.

I didn't think that the other party could do such a great job.

"I signed the certificate of life and death."

"Good!"

From time to time, signatures are drawn.

"Please come on stage!"

Chen Zhi had a slight jump on his forehead, took a deep breath, and walked up the stairs to the ring.

Geng Liangchen's wrist holding the sword shook slightly, and the cold light overflowed.

"Wangqiu, Geng Liangchen."

"Wing Chun, Chan Chi."

As soon as the words fell,

Chen Zhi rushed forward with a leap, and the eight slashing knives in his hand were like a fierce full moon, slashing towards Geng Liangchen's halo top.

Wing Chun eight slashes, flexible and chic.

"Good time!"

The sharp sword wind came to his face, Geng Liangchen's two long eyebrows were lightly raised, his waist and horse were stable and did not move, and the seemingly fluttering sword point was on the side of the eight slashing knife, and he handed out a flat stab.

Chen Zhi's knife path was deflected, so he had to hurriedly put away his knife and stop in front of him, and the tip of the sword hit the knife side dangerously.

"Ding!"

With such strong strength, Chen Zhi was shocked, and shook his right wrist that was sore, and his heart tightened to the extreme.

In the first round of the fight, he once again raised his opinion of the opponent in front of him.

The opponent's strength passed through the blade, combining rigidity and softness, and it was obvious that it had reached an incredible height.

At least none of the southern boxers he had fought in the past had reached this level.

This is still a relatively sharp edge, if it is a test of fists and feet, Chen Zhi can't think about it.

"Come again!"

Geng Liangchen shouted violently, and struck with his sword first, and the Gong Yu step under his feet was a combination of virtual and real, and the speed was extremely fast.

This is the Yu step of Fu Qiu to take the Dao Gate, and the magic of the strength of the Nine Palaces, the path created is called the Nine Palaces Yu Steps.

The light long sword in Geng Liangchen's hand pulled out a sword flower and took the right half of Chen Zhi's chest.

Chen Zhi's waist and abdomen twisted, his wrists endured the pain and burst out with strength, and the long knife danced in a semicircle to block the sword momentum, but after all, it was half a beat slower, and the clothes on his chest were torn, and a not shallow wound appeared.

Geng Liangchen didn't move, took advantage of the victory to pursue, his footsteps slid to his left side, and one leg kicked Chen Zhi's shoulder like thunder, pressing step by step.

Bang!

Hit the shoulder, Chen Shi's figure shook for a while, and he almost couldn't stand.

He finally knew how the talented junior disciple was defeated, the other party's realm was too high, and the strength was too heavy, which was not something he could parry at all.

Even if it's a flat A, it can also make a big move.

"Tsk."

Huo Tingen was a little excited: "Senior brother is going to win." ”

Chen Zhen nodded: "Yes!" ”